Chapter 172: Lover's Embrace
**Avery**
Donn's lips, warm and insistent, press against mine, a stark contrast to the chill in the air. His kiss is hungry, desperate, like a man starving for something more than just physical touch. I respond, my hands tangling in his long, black hair, pulling him closer, needing to feel the heat of his body against mine. "Avery," he murmurs against my lips, his voice rough, "the darkness came for me. It took your form, beautiful and terrifying. I was repulsed, yet..." He trails off, his void-like eyes searching mine, a storm brewing within them.
I understand. The darkness has a way of twisting desire, of preying on our deepest vulnerabilities. It's a constant battle, a dance between light and shadow, and sometimes the lines blur. I cup his cheek, my thumb brushing against his stubble. "I know," I whisper, my voice steady. "It tries to divide us, to corrupt what we have. But love, true love, shines brighter than any shadow." My words seem to calm the storm in his eyes, a flicker of hope replacing the turmoil.
He pulls me closer, his lips brushing against my ear. "Then show me, Avery. Show me how love conquers darkness."
His words send a shiver down my spine, a mix of desire and determination. I don't need to be told twice. I lead him deeper into the forest, the shadows seeming to retreat as we move further from the path. The moon, full and luminous, filters through the canopy, casting dappled light on our skin.
I turn to face him, my heart pounding in my chest. The air crackles with anticipation, the scent of pine and earth mingling with the musk of our desire. I reach for the laces of my gown, my fingers trembling slightly as I undo them, revealing the dragon-scale patterned bodice beneath. Donn's eyes darken, his gaze ravenous as he takes in the sight.
He steps closer, his hands resting on my hips, his touch branding me. "You're breathtaking," he murmurs, his voice hoarse with need. “I will never tire of seeing you, of touching you, of loving you.”
I smile, a slow, seductive curve of my lips. "As are you." I run my hands up his chest, feeling the hard planes of his muscles beneath his leather jacket. He shudders at my touch, his eyes closing briefly as if savoring the sensation. In that moment, the world narrows to just the two of us, the forest, and the raw, primal hunger that binds us. I press myself against him, feeling the hardness of his body, the heat radiating from him. He groans, his hands moving to my back, urging me closer still.
Our kisses become wilder, more desperate, our tongues tangling in a dance as old as time. I moan into his mouth, my nails digging into his shoulders as he lifts me, pressing me against a nearby tree. The rough bark scratches my back, a stark contrast to the softness of his lips.
He breaks the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "I need you, Avery," he growls, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity.
"Then take me," I whisper, my voice thick with desire. "Show me the darkness within you, and I'll show you the light."
His eyes flash, a predator's gleam, and he obliges. His hands move with urgency, tearing at my gown, revealing my bare skin to the cool night air. I shiver, not from the cold, but from the anticipation, the knowledge of what's to come.
He kisses his way down my neck, his lips trailing fire in their wake. His hands roam, exploring, possessing, his touch both gentle and demanding. I arch into him, my head falling back, exposing my neck, offering myself completely.
He growls his approval, his lips closing around my pulse point, his teeth grazing my skin, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through me. I moan, my hands tangling in his hair, urging him closer.
The night air is filled with the sounds of our passion, our breaths coming in short gasps, our bodies moving in a rhythm as old as the forest itself. The darkness, once threatening, now seems to embrace us, a silent witness to our love, our desire, our defiance.
And then, as if summoned by our passion, the others appear. Cassius, Clint, Conner, James, Vincent, their eyes gleaming with a mixture of desire and approval. They surround us, a circle of strength and power, their presence adding fuel to the fire burning within me.
Draven and Jace, their eyes locked together, move in perfect sync, their bodies a study in contrast and harmony. Rory, her eyes wide with wonder, watches, her submissive nature blooming in the face of such raw, unbridled passion.
The night becomes a blur of skin, sweat, and moans. Bodies intertwine, lips meet, hands explore. The forest, once a place of shadows, is now a sanctuary of pleasure, a testament to the power of love and desire.
I lose myself in the sensation, in the touch of my mates, in the knowledge that I am loved, desired, cherished. The darkness, once a threat, is now a distant memory, overshadowed by the brilliance of our love, our passion, our unbreakable bond.
As the night reaches its climax, as our bodies tremble with release, I know that this is just the beginning. The darkness may lurk, but it will never extinguish the light that burns within us. We are dragons, shifters, warriors, lovers. We are a force to be reckoned with, a beacon of hope in a world shrouded by shadows.
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