Page 251 of Seer Prophet

I want to fuck,he told me, once we’d come up for air. His pain worsened as he yanked me against him. “I want to fuck again…” he murmured.Alyson, gods. I want to bind us for real. I want you to keep me here with you. I don’t care how we have to do it.

My pain worsened as I remembered him saying something similar, even when the Dreng had him, back when he was Syrimne and still led the Rebels.

His pain keened higher.

His thoughts grew harsh.

We have to end this. We have to fuckingendit, Allie. It’s been too long. It’s been too fucking long like this. We need to end it, or nothing will ever end. It’ll destroy us, destroy Lily. We’ll destroy each other…

I only half understood his words.

I felt it, though. I felt every word, and in my light, I understood what he meant.

More than understood. I knew he was right.

Gripping his black hair, I fought with that understanding.

We can’t,I sent finally. I closed my eyes.Revik, baby, we can’t. Not here. We have to stop. We have to stop this now––

“No,” he said.Fuck them. They wanted to see this. Let them see it.

For a long-feeling number of seconds, I forgot everything as we kissed.

He put so much light in his tongue I let go into him completely.

I couldn’t care about any of it, or about the other lights I felt watching from around the room. Their presence there only made the compulsion stronger, turning it aggressive, making it more irrational and less willing to compromise––

It brought that urge to do the telekinesis back.

I felt Revik pulling at me, pulling at that compulsion, but the aggression in my light scared me. It scared me enough that I was pulling back again, out of his arms.

I struggled with the impulse.

I fought to pull it back.

I felt Revik worry as he watched me try to regain control.

I felt the pain in him as he felt my fear, as he imagined me unhappy if something went wrong. Through him, I saw a snapshot of the room if I lost control, if he let himself lose control with me. Bones broken. Bruised flesh and organs. At least one person hitting the wall hard enough, in the wrong part of their body––

“Stop,” Revik said.

His voice was low at first, a near murmur.

When my pain worsened, he gripped me tighter, holding me against him. I saw images flicker through his mind, of us together, of me with other people. That pain I felt in him worsened. Pain from China. What he’d seen, how badly it had hurt.

What he’d imagined.

That frustration in him grew, turned violent.

“Stop.” His voice came out denser, harsher. “Stop this. Now.”

I felt lights around the room react, sparking off his, off both of us. I felt fear in some of them, fear at that intensity building in the structures above his head.

His pain grew unbearable––

“Stop,” he growled. “FuckingSTOP IT! NOW!”

A sharppop!exploded overhead.

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