THE WITCH'S MARK - by Mimi ✨

Part Two: Bound in Flame Tone: Sensual, intense, mysteriousTheme: Deeper desire, growing power, and dangerous love --- Three nights passed. Kael could not sleep. The mark on his chest—the sigil she’d burned into him—throbbed with heat beneath his skin, like a second heartbeat. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her: the sway of her hips, the feel of her hands, the sound of her voice rising in magic and moan. He couldn’t stay away. By the fourth night, he was back at her door. The witch was waiting. “I felt you coming,” she said, not looking up from the fire she stirred in her hearth. He stepped inside. “Then you know why I’m here.” She glanced at him now—eyes gleaming like candlelight in water. “You’re hungry.” “For you.” “No,” she corrected. “For what I awaken in you.” Kael swallowed. He couldn’t deny it. Since their joining, the world had looked different. Trees whispered secrets. Shadows responded to his mood. He was stronger, faster—more aware. And with every pulse of magic, he craved more. But he also craved her. Not just her body, though that fire burned hotter than ever. He craved her voice, her power, the mystery behind her calm eyes. She was a storm trapped in a woman's skin, and he wanted to stand in the center of it again. “What must I do?” he asked. She finally stood. “The first time, you surrendered your body,” she said. “Tonight, you must surrender something more.” Kael raised his chin. “Tell me.” She moved toward him with a grace that was almost unreal. Her fingers lifted to his temple. “Your memories.” He flinched. “What?” “Just one,” she said. “A single memory. One that still owns you.” He stared into her eyes. “Why?” “Because it holds you back. If you want true power, you must be unchained.” Kael hesitated. Then nodded. “Take it,” he whispered. --- She led him into a darker chamber this time. The walls pulsed faintly, like veins. Crystals hovered mid-air, glowing softly. A circular bed of moss and silk sat in the center, surrounded by bowls of water, ash, salt, and petals. The air was heavy with promise—and danger. She unclothed him slowly, as if peeling away layers of armor. But this time, she did not remove her own gown. Not yet. She pressed a palm to his heart. “Lie down.” He obeyed. Her hands hovered over him, weaving shapes. Incantations spilled from her lips—deeper, older than before. The mark on his chest glowed, then opened—not physically, but in his mind. He gasped. Suddenly he was back—ten years earlier, in a battlefield soaked with blood. His brother, dying in his arms. His fault. He’d made the wrong call. He’d left the flank exposed. The witch appeared in the memory like smoke. She knelt beside him. “This is your wound,” she said. “This is the chain.” “I can’t lose it. It’s who I am.” She leaned in, her lips at his ear. “No. It’s who you were.” Then she kissed him—and the memory shattered. --- Kael awoke with a cry. The witch was straddling him again, but this time, her eyes burned with golden light. She was no longer flesh alone—she was magic embodied. Her gown fell away like mist, revealing her body glowing with faint symbols—matching his own. “You are unchained,” she said. “Now feel what you truly are.” Their bodies met with no hesitation, no ritual—just raw, consuming need. But this time, every movement sent shockwaves through the room. The crystals spun faster, light exploded from their joined skin. Each thrust was a spell. Each cry, a storm. He gripped her hips, and she arched back, moaning his name like a sacred word. The moss burned beneath them but did not turn to ash. They were fire and earth, air and hunger. Nothing else existed. Then— She gasped. Her back bowed. Magic spilled from her body in golden tendrils, sinking into his chest, his arms, his soul. When they collapsed, the room went silent. But something had changed. --- Later, as she traced the new lines glowing on his skin, he asked, “What happens now?” She didn’t answer at first. Then: “You are mine. Fully. And I am yours. We are bound by fire, memory, and blood.” He sat up. “That sounds like more than pleasure.” “It is.” “What else?” She looked at him, eyes dimming like fading stars. “Now that your soul is open, others will sense it. They will come. Some to seduce you. Some to kill you.” “And you?” “I will protect you,” she said. “But only if you stay.” He looked at her. The witch. His witch. “I’m not going anywhere.” --- End of Part Two

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