A/N: this scene in some capacity may appear but not as it stands here. Just wanted to share some vibes.
The bond pulsed between us, heavy and electric, burning through my nerves like quicksilver. It was getting harder to breathe, harder to think. Qizaar stood in front of me, closer than ever, but right now it felt too close—dangerously close.
“I don’t want this,” I snapped, my voice thick with magic. Each syllable encapsulated by the quintessence that exhaled from my lungs . The pressure was unbearable, the bond tightening around me like a noose. “Stop.”
But Qizaar didn’t stop. He stepped closer, the space that my magic should have preserved shrinking until my neck was craning to hold his gaze. His raw larimar eyes defiant, as he gently slid his hand into my hair, his fingers impossibly warm against my scalp.“I can’t,” Qizaar said, his voice abraded, a quiet growl vibrating through the air. “Not when I feel this way.”
“I said, Stop,” I hissed, tears burning as they gathered and blurred my vision. I fought the bond coursing through my nerves, my body's desire to relax into his gentle touch. I willed my eyes to remain stern, despite the wanton way they wanted to close and lean into Qizaar’s touch. His hand stilled for just a moment, brief as my magic took hold. My commands were absolute, we both knew it. When he was perfectly still, I blinked, the tears sliding down my cheeks and went to move from his grasp.
Qizaar’s nose flared with hurt, and gold patinaed the edges of his eyes. His hand tightened, gripping my curls close to my scalp and stealing my movement, “No,” He gritted through clenched fangs, his chest rising and falling with the same labored breath.
Fear struck me then, and my fingers curled into fists, nails digging into my palms, trying to fight the pull—that unrelenting pull that had been building for days, driving me closer to him. He possessed my thoughts, and he resisted my power, and now the heat that billowed through my body flooded my mouth with saliva. I swallowed, as he forced my eyes to meet his again. I prayed to the nameless god when my gaze flickered to his mouth, twisted half into a snarl flashing his gold capped fangs. My stomach clenched at the thought that his kiss must taste like richness. I licked my lips before I spoke, “You cannot force this on me… this bond.”
“I am not forcing anything..” Qizaar’s gaze softened, but his gripped remained against my scalp unyielding, “It has always been there. In our blood. Since our births. We..” he swallowed, his eyes moving from mine to my lips and back, “We cannot keep pretending. It is what it is. We are what we are.”
The bond hummed, pressing deeper, demanding acknowledgment. My heart raced, the truth clawing at me,but I wasn’t ready. Not here. Not like this, “I am… afraid.” I admitted, “I don’t want to be changed…by how… by the things this makes me feel.”
Qizaar loosened his grip, but did not let go. Instead, he wrapped his other arm around me, lifting my body against his. Our chest coiling tighter together, and his mouth lowered to my ear, “And, firestarter, what is it…that you feel?”
So INTENSE! I am on the edge of my chair.
OMG LOVE