C H A P T E R   50 :   I N   C A U D A   V E N E N U M

WARNING: Steaming Wolverine aka explicit sexual content ahead.

"Begin again, begin again, begin again

I've been watching your kindness keep
A lonely company
Look at the fire and think of me
I've been watching you creep
Around my wandering feet
Trying for years to flee

I need not one thing more
Oh, wrap the ground around
Your gentle winding mind
Oh, guard the pounding sound
Breathe in your fiery air
Oh, wrap the ground around
Give back an hungrier stare
Oh, guard the pounding sound"

I turned around abruptly, my voice gone missing when I realized I had left the door open and let the moon slide in, bringing Logan with it. He was leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest, the silver lights of the sky slipping down his body like a God's brushstroke. Logan was a whole new type of art I couldn't name; the only canvas I couldn't paint.

"I... what?"

"You heard me." He said, moving away from the doorway and closer to me, his eyes conquering all the land in mine as if I was his Age of Discovery.

No, I saw your lips moving and suddenly there was no space in the world for sound.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, though in reality I didn't care; I just wanted him to come closer until closer was him on me. Or in me.

"I was on the front porch, trying to get some sleep." He crossed the distance between us like a winner at the finish line. "Not sure if you noticed but you entered through the back."

"Well, sometimes it's good to go in from behind." I said without thinking and mentally slapped myself about a dozen of times.

"Oh, really?" He asked, the corners of his lip unfurling like the sail of a ship.

"I didn't... mean it like that. I wasn't thinking very clearly." I still ain't.

"Why is that?" He inquired, taking one final step towards me and leaving me both breathless and hopeful. We weren't touching, and yet every part of us seemed tied together.

"You." I gulped, suddenly very aware of everything, his scent of sweat and smoke and early summer, the clarity in his eyes that turned the lights on in me, the simultaneous lack of space and excess of tension between us, the sound of his deep, ragged breaths tickling my ears, as if being close to me but not touching me was this last level of a game he could never get through. "Isn't it always you?"

"I make the same question to myself all the time. But it's like the old times." He hushed, tone husky and lusty. "No matter where we are, we always meet late at night."

"Sounds like a prophecy." My breath fell on his chest and I heard his heart skip a beat as if it was receiving my carbon dioxide and turning it into oxygen. He should store all the air in the world now; before I completely took his breath away.

"Sounds like us." He replied, the curve of his lips like a crescent moon I wanted to step on and explore.

"I should..." I can't breathe. I'm dying from how much life he gives me, I knew it. I knew this would happen. "I should go back. To my cabin."

"Don't." He said instantly, his voice solid and commanding. "Stay. Don't run away from me, not tonight, not when I can feel you want to stay."

I don't want to stay. I want to run away from me to you.

"No." I shook my head, biting my lip to try and fight back the flow of emotions that were washing over me, but they were on a collision route I could not divert. I didn't know why I was still saying no when my entire body was telling him yes; most likely because I was hardwired to argue with him, or simply because I hated being told what to do. "Because if I stay, but not in you, it's the same as going away. I don't want to just sleep next to you, Logan, because I won't sleep at all, thinking about all the other things I'd rather be doing with my body, to your body and—"

"Fuck this." He said and shut me up by grabbing my face with both hands and smashing his lips against mine, a meteor crashing against my surface and burning up the atmosphere around us. My lips parted to let him in, his tongue gliding down my lower lip slowly before rummaging through every inch of my mouth like a bounty hunter collecting his prize and offering me a treasure, like a scavenger searching for all things lost and never found.

I pressed my hands against his chest to break the kiss, my breath hitching in my throat because I wasn't ready for the intensity of the moment. Only now did I understand what Logan had felt when we kissed at HYDRA's base, when he was him but I wasn't entirely me, because then I wasn't in full control of myself, my feelings, or the sensations his body created on mine, and now I was and all I felt was extreme. He had been all flummoxed that time, petrified, and now it was my turn.

Because humans weren't supposed to feel the divine, much less humans like Logan and me, who shared souls with an animal.

"So this is... this is how it feels like when I'm the only one in me? When there's no else numbing my emotions?" I gasped, my frenetic breath fanning his face.

"Hurts, doesn't it?" Logan tilted his head to the side, his smirk moving along. "From how good it feels."

"I..." I was feeling so out of myself, so into himself, so emptied of reaction.

"A little tongue-tied?" He questioned, a proud, conceited smile injected on his lips. He knew the effect he had on me, and he loved it. "Maybe I should help."

"Oh, shut up and let's do that again." I retorted, and my hands went to his collar, my fingers clutching the fabric desperately to bring him closer to me, and our lips locked again like Tetris pieces perfectly placed together. I grabbed the straps of his tank top, twisting them in my hands, my nails grazing his chest, and Logan spun us around and pressed me against the wall, his feet closing the door harshly, our tongues battling for a dominance none of us minded giving away, his beard scraping my skin in the most painless of ways.

His hands were on my wrists, mine wrapped around his neck, tugging at his hair, claiming that afternoon sun for myself, and I wondered how it was possible, to have fireworks in my heart and tidal waves in my mind.

"Jesus Christ." I whispered when we broke away, my head resting against the wall so I could recover my breath, our chests rising and falling in unison. "This feels like something I want to do for the rest of my life."

The edges of his mouth curled up and his arms sneaked around my waist, pulling me to him and gluing our bodies together to the point where my chest was his chest and I could feel the physical desire between his legs.

"Sounds good to me, darlin'." He said, his thumb sliding down my cheek and stopping on the corner of my lip temptingly. "My lips don't have anywhere to go except to yours."

"My God, is it possible to die from arousal?" I mumbled, making him chuckle, and even that was enough to make me rub my legs against each other to ease the aching between them.

"I hope not, doll, 'cause I'm not done with you yet." He said, and his fingers went to the collar of my jacket, an interrogation in his eyes. "Can I take this off?"

"Yes, please." I mumbled feebly, and he didn't waste time, making the piece of clothing slip off my body quickly and fall to the floor. His eyes returned to mine, so extant I had to look away, my hair falling to one side of my face and exposing my neck. My fingers trembled on his body when his lips instantly went to my skin and sucked on the soft spot where my neck and shoulder came together, my back arching when he started leaving a trail of circles and dancing patterns on my collarbone. My legs moved up instantly and hooked around his torso, his hands going to my hips to secure me and my ankles slithering down the back of his thighs before crossing over each other. "But don't stop there."

One of his eyebrows arched up, his hands hovering over the hem of my top. When he spoke, the raspy sound slipped down my ears and into my veins.

"Tell me what I can do."

My heart felt like it was attacked by a million of needles and blades all at once upon his care, his self-control.

"Everything." I said. "Everything."

"You don't know what everything means." He replied, his eyes devouring mine, his dilated pupils like two black holes about to consume me.

"Then make me find out." I demanded, and a second later he had grabbed my top and tore it in half, the helpless fabrics falling down as he sewed our lips together, and his breath was my breath, and he tasted of whiskey and danger and salvage, and I wanted to drink him to the last drop, I wanted to get drunk on him and savor the hangover until my head hurt not from not having him but from having him too much.

"I don't know how you've done it," He said, breaking apart so my mouth could receive the calm after the storm, "but you've totally gotten your claws into me. I've fuckin' fallen for you and I feel like I still am every time we're in the same room."

"How much?" I asked, my fingers skimming across his biceps, his shoulders, his bronzed skin. "How much do you love me?"

"As much as I shouldn't. As much as I don't love anything else." His warm hands were above my skin now, climbing up my stomach and torso. "And I hate how much control you have over me and yet I can't help but giving it away. You drive me so mad I feel like I'm on autopilot. I hate how one single word or action of yours shapes me so much. If you knew how much you being on my bedroom the other night, then climbing on my bed and just lying next to me was affecting me, you wouldn't have asked me to let you stay. I was completely at your mercy back then, and I still am. I've been for a while."

"Kiss me." I asked, my fingertips sinking into his strong muscles and leaving little rising moons on his skin before I started outlining the tangible veins on his forearms. "Everywhere. Anywhere."

Kiss me on the parts of me that have been unkissed for too long.

My arms went for his neck again, but his hands grabbed my wrists and that made me untie my legs from his waist.

"Wait." He said, and I could see how it took him everything to hold himself back from kissing me right away. "I... are you sure you want to do this? I don't want you to feel pressured, Felicia. We can stop. We can just kiss. We can do whatever you want and never go beyond that."

My heart ached and winced with his concern, his ability to restrain himself when I knew both of us were dying to skip the appetizers and jump straight into the main course so we could relish the dessert.

"I want to go beyond." My hand was on his face, caressing his cheek, sketching his jaw. "And only you can take me there."

His eyes misted up, two black marbles now. "But it's not too early?"

"Logan." I said, my voice oozing with certainty. "We've both been fighting our urges and needs for so long, I think we deserve this. We're animals by nature, right? Let us be animals. So we can both feel more human. I want this. So bad. Do you?"

His teeth sank into his lower lip as he eyed me fervently. "You know I do, I fucking do. But if... if we're gonna do this, I can't be your teacher anymore. It's just... it's not right."

His words rained upon me like a bucket of cold water.

"What are you saying? That I should leave the mansion?"

"No, you seriously think I want that? When I volunteered for this torture of a trip just to make sure you're safe, just to make sure I saw you?" He shook his head and my fists clenched from that overwhelming desire to touch his hair again. "It's just you no longer need a teacher, and I don't want you to be my student anymore. I want you to be my partner. Help me train the kids. Together."

The smile grew on me with as much intensity as the heat, my hands moving down his arms slowly, mapping out all of his veins and contours and curves.

"For real? Is that a thing I can do?"

"I mean, if you want to, I don't see why not. Sure we'll be granted a little resistance, I'm sure Scott will have something against it, but who cares? Only yours and Charles' opinion count, and I'm sure he'll be okay with it. Honestly, I think more than any other reason, he paired us up because he knew something like this would happen."

"Yeah, I can see him play the matchmaker." I laughed. "And I'd love to. I mean, I can't say teaching cranky teenagers is on my bucket list, but at least I'll be bossing others around instead of obeying your orders."

"You would still have to obey my orders."

I chuckled and leaned from the wall to him. "When have I ever?"

"Feels like I should be punishing you for that." He murmured, his voice sultry and tantalizing, the moonlight cascading down the room through the windows like a curtain of perdition and temptation.

"Feels like for once you're right." I whispered back and the next second his hands were on my waist again, helping me jump up so my legs could wrap around his torso, and then my wrists were being held above my head, all of him dominance and power and primitivism. Moans started falling down from my lips in a frenzied row when his mouth attached to my skin and he started running his tongue down my neck, my shoulders, my collarbone, to the edges of my lace bra and all the way down to where the cups formed a V and my breasts touched one another, his tongue plunging between them. "Oh my fucking God."

He paused to look up at me and smirked insolently, his facial hair scratching against my flesh. "It's not God doing this to you, love."

"I'm aware of that, God probably doesn't smell like wet dog." I teased and missed an inhalation when he grazed my chest with his teeth, then slowly moving up towards my earlobe to gently nibble on it.

"You're paying for that too, doll." He crooned into my ear, dangerously hoarse and low. "And are you sure I'm the wet one here?"

"Ok, that's enough." I let out with extreme effort, grasping the collar of his shirt and ripping it in half like he had done to mine, my hands immediately spreading over his broad chest, exploring every muscle and groove, every concavity and hollow, feeling his hard abdomen under my palms, my fingers running through his chest hair like stealthy water against solid rock. "I want to draw on your chest. With my lips. I want to spill all of my colors over you."

He let out a guttural, low growl and I didn't waste time, untangling my legs from him and making my lips savor the entirety of his ripped torso, pursuing his veins like I was a desert and him the oasis, and his grunts turned to moans as I continued to paint his chest with kisses and licks until I stopped just above the fly of his pants and looked up at him like he had done to me, with a smirk of impudence and famished passion. "Who knew? You taste like art."

He growled again, this time longer, slower, more desperately, and his hands flew to the clasp of my black bra at the same time mine went to the zipper of his pants and we unclasped both things at once deftly and hungrily. The straps of my bra fell to my arms and he curled a finger underneath them, taking off the garment slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. It fell to the floor faster than my fingers could unbutton his jeans and then his eyes were gobbling every inch of my chest and my legs were trembling, my knees were giving up and he grabbed me by the waist to steady me and brought our bodies together.

"Well, you are art." He concluded, and his hands travelled from my waist to my abdomen and stopped right under my left breast, his fingers trailing the black ink surrounding it. "So this is the tattoo I couldn't see, uh?"

I bit my lip when his fingers brushed against my bare breast and he leaned down to read the letters, feeling like a whole earthquake was forming inside me and begging to release all of its feverish energy.

"In cauda venenum? What does that mean?"

"It's latin for the poison is in the tail." I said, merely above a whisper. "Or as I prefer it, the venom comes at the end."

Both of his eyebrows lifted up and his lips touched my ear lightly, making me snuggle against them instinctively. "Well, I can't wait to taste it."

My legs quivered again and his arm sneaked around my waist, pressing our bodies together like they belonged on each other, like they were one and the same, and then he was kicking his shoes away and bringing my hands to the button of his jeans so I could finish what I started. I undid it swiftly and he kicked his pants away when they fell down, my eyes widening slightly when they fell on his boxers, but then he was lifting me up with one arm and shoving me against the wall with the strength of a kiss, the other hand placed beside my head on the wall for support.

"I wanna be inside you so badly, you have no idea." He let out, so gravelly it made me crumble from the inside out. His toned legs were pressing against mine, one knee parting my thighs and preventing them from closing.

"You already are." I muttered, even though I knew in which way he wasn't.

"But I wanna feel it." He replied, his hand slidding down the wall as his lips left mine to go for my neck again. He loved it there. So did I. "I wanna feel me in you. I wanna feel how you feel me."

"Oh dear Lord." I could feel all my blood rushing to my cheeks and it took me tremendous strength to place my hands against his chest and push him backwards until he was falling onto a couch and I was straddling him with my hair falling to one side, covering my breasts and his chest partially. "I want to feel you inside me too. I want you to possess me and consume me until every single one of my atoms is yours too."

I could feel the twitch in his boxers beneath me when he lifted himself to his elbows and brought my neck down, his fingers grasping the back of it lightly and tickling my soul.

"Is this okay?" He asked, his eyes so obscured and focused on mine I felt like I was the ravenous sky just waiting for his night.

"Yes." I nodded, urging him to continue, and he moved his hand to the front of my neck, his eyes ardent on mine, and his fingers tightened around it enough to make goosebumps pour over me and my back arch slightly for air. His palm was spread over my neck, and I could feel the pressure on both sides of it before his thumb moved to meet my carotid artery and he squeezed on it gently, making me throw my head backwards, close my eyes in ecstasy and dig my nails in his thighs for balance. I gasped when the oxygen ran away from my brain and the euphoria burst in, everything around me lightheaded and dizzy and ethereal.

"I knew it." I let out between heavy breaths of pleasurable pain, throwing him a saucy smile when his fingers released my neck. "I knew you had a choking kink."

"You do too." He replied, a skewed smile lurching on his lips. "And I bet it isn't the only one."

"And I bet you're dying to find them out." I said before I crushed his lips with mine and told him with my body all the things I didn't dare to say out loud, my mere touch enough to draw out deep grunts from within him.

"This needs... to go." His hands reached for the waistband of my sweatpants and even though I had already given him permission, he still had question marks on his eyes. I nodded and he lifted us both up from the couch, helping me take the pants off. He stopped for a moment, his stare stumbling upon my underwear like a castaway on a paradise island. "Fucking hell. The Felicia in my dreams has got nothing on you."

I smiled brazenly at him before I dragged him onto the couch again, until we were face to face and on our knees, our bodies clashing together, my bare chest ending and beginning on his, my lips biting and sucking and licking the skin on his chest and neck, sure to leave marks so that when he'd look into the mirror he'd only see me.

"Wait until I'm naked, then." I whispered in my most seductive of tones and that sparked something in him because he lifted us up easily from the couch and walked around the house with my legs around his waist like I weighted nothing. A soft whimper escaped my lips when he made me land on a kitchen counter, the cold surface under my thighs rivaling with the heat between them.

He buried his face on my neck, his beard burning against my skin as my feet moved up and down frantically over the back of his thighs, his fingers hunting down the birds I had on my left shoulder blade. I was more moans then I was words as his lips claimed my skin, then my mouth, and I could feel the tension on my stomach like a knot he was slowly unraveling.

Then he made it worse by sliding his lips over one of my breasts, his teeth grazing my sensitive nipple lightly, making me arch my back brusquely and gasp for air. My thighs clasped his torso tightly, rubbing against his hips for friction, and my hands reached for his hair, for some kind of support.

"Bed." I said with a shaky voice, our lips brushing against each other teasingly. "Now."

"What if I say no?" He murmured, his breath falling down my throat like nectar of the gods, and in response I nibbled his bottom lip with my teeth, pulling it slowly towards me before letting it go, his hands running up and down my back. Then I went for his lip again, biting on it gently but firmly, my tongue rustling his before he inched closer and made them tangle.

"You won't taste the venom." I replied simply, and I felt him smile against my lips before he picked me up again and moved us around the house without bumping into anything, opening a door backwards and dropping me onto the bed vigorously. He spent some seconds by the footboard admiring me, taking me with his eyes before he did with everything else. I rested my elbows against the mattress and smiled, crossing my long legs over each other. "What are you waiting for, Alpha? Show me how you hunt."

He moved his head to the side in an animalistic way and snarled, slithering up the bed and lowering himself over me, trapping me against the bed with both arms on each side of my head. I leaned up to kiss him but he backed away with an irritating little smile on his face.

"You're gonna feel me for days after." He warned, making me clutch the sheets for support at how vulnerable his words left me. "I want you to feel me even when I'm not there."

I didn't have time to think of a good enough answer since he was already taking my wrists on his hands and holding them together over my head, his lips coming down to sip on mine furiously and ferociously and just as I wanted to. My nails dug on his shoulder blades and scratched down his back at the same time my feet slipped down his legs, and that made him deepen the kiss even more, to the point where I felt like we had the whole universe in there, bouncing between our tongues and souls.

When he started to leave a trail of wet kisses from my ear to my mouth, his lips dancing around the corners of my lips and then climbing down to meet my neck again, then my collarbone, then lower, and lower, until they were hovering over my breast, my fingers glided down his arms, the nails leaving visible long marks on his skin. At least we'd both heal soon, it saved us a lot of explanation to do.

Waves of pleasure irradiated from his body to mine, from mine to his as our hands touched the spots they had wanted so long to touch, and I gasped and my nails rolled down his skin as his tongue swirled over my nipple, and he groaned as my hands went to feel him in his boxers.

Let's just say, I had a lot of feeling to do.

"You're hug—"

He shut me up by looking up at me and smirking like a naughty boy caught in school.

"I know." He said and started switching between the intensity of the kisses now, from gentle to rough, from slow to furious, from amazing to even better, and I only had time to slur a few words before my back was arching again and my nails dug deeper into his arms.

"Logan..." I gasped. "Your claws. Show me your claws."

He stopped his parade over my skin to look at me, hesitation on his eyes for the first time that night.

"Felicia..."

"Please." I muttered shakily. "I need them. I need your claws."

He gulped, his tongue running over his lip as he stared at me, but then his mouth twitched and he let a cheeky smile blossom.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

I threw my head back with laughter, realizing he was echoing what I had told him so long ago, the memories washing over me like a movie I didn't want to end. I nodded obediently and let my claws come out of my nails like a secret only we shared, and he leaned back a bit before taking his out too, and I didn't waste time and made mine slide over his, under his, between his, the vibrations from the metal creeping underneath our skins and making us gasp and squirm at the same time, in the same way.

I could hear him curse from pleasure as our claws kissed in a different way, and then I brought mine to his chest, brushing his skin slowly, not to the point of causing pain or making him bleed, but enough to make him close his eyes and howl like a wolf at the full moon. He paid me back by making his tumble down my chest, the cold adamantium resonating in my stomach, my bones, my cells, his claws a brush and I his canvas, so opened to him I needed him to close me, to close himself on me, to never go away.

My hands flew to his ass, grabbing it to pull him closer to me as he continued to paint me, and the brushstrokes were more daring now that he saw he wasn't hurting me, quite the opposite actually, and I realized out of the two of us he was the artist, the painter, he was drawing me and sculpturing me and admiring me as if I was a masterpiece. A work of art – that's how Logan made me feel.

We retracted our claws at the same time when we got enough of feeling out of our bodies, sure to melt into each other if we didn't stop.

In an attempt to regain some control, I flipped us over, one leg on each side of his, pushing him further against the bed, his muscles contracting under my body. His eyebrows raised and he smirked, giving me a not so innocent, voracious glance as his hands went under my breasts to cup them. I pressed my quavering fingers against his chest when his palms engulfed my bosoms, groping them like they were the only forbidden fruits on his orchard, the insides of my thighs pressing against his torso in a desperate need for more.

"I love this view." He confessed, and with the smirk still on his face, his fingers went to my panties, two of them curling around the fabric and pulling it teasingly. "But I want these gone, doll. Do you?"

"Yes." I nodded, and my fingers grasped the waistband of his boxers. "But I want yours gone too."

"Take them." He let out, voice croaky and low, and I lifted myself up from him slightly, my eyes stuck on his, and let him make my panties slide down my legs until I was exposed to him in every way, opened to him like an easel expecting art, eagerly waiting for something so groundbreaking and maddening that it'd revolutionize art and history as we knew it.

I saw his eyes darkening when they slithered into my abysm and entered my depths, his pupils dilated to the hilt, his Adam's apple leaping up and down beneath his skin as his fingers bordered on the inside of my thighs, about to cross the frontier to the other side and invade my country.

But his hands didn't move. Instead he spoke.

"I've been all around the world and I've never seen anyone or anything that I want to worship as much as you. I didn't think I would, but I want to go slow. Because your body deserves to be worshipped in every way."

"Worship me then." I urged huskily. "Make me feel like I am less a curse than I am a blessing."

Grunts stumbled from his lips and I could feel him hard against me, and his eyes were on my eyes and beyond them. "You're more than a blessing."

I lost strength in every part of my body when his fingers finally ventured up, and made my lips bump into his to stifle a moan as his hand traveled through my territory and stopped at each hot spot, making my legs shudder dangerously around him and my mouth bite on his shoulder from how good his stay on me felt.

"L-Logan..." I stuttered, his hand between our bodies not like a barrier, but like a bridge, and he looked at me with that light brown of when summer turned to autumn, and I felt all the seasons inside me like I was a force of nature rather than human.

"Do you want this?" He asked, his fingers grabbing my thighs even though I wanted them to fly into me again, I wanted his visit, his check-in, and never his check-out. I could see now, that with Logan I didn't just have a G-Spot, I had a whole damn alphabet, because he turned every inch of me into one.

"Yes. I want you, all of you. I want you as much as I never wanted anything else in my life." I bit my bottom lip and a growl left the depths of his being as his attentive eyes followed the move. "Because if I really have nine lives, you're the love of them all."

"Fuck, Felicia..." He mumbled, and brought his hand to the back of my neck abruptly, making me fall flat on top of him, our legs entangling like a bow playing the strings of a violin and inventing a whole other scale of sounds, our lips sliding over the other, and then my fingers were on his boxers, feeling the flesh underneath it, and I was guiding his hands to where I wanted them, a gush of uncontrollable moans coming out of me and into him.

"Exactly, that's what you should do." I hummed into his mouth before I started unearthing his core, already thinking about the seeds, the fabric slipping down his legs slowly before we threw the clothes away, his eyes on my gravity center, mine on his, and then his fingers grasped my hips and made me sit on his throne to the point where my orbit entered his, and all my buttons pushed his, and we pulled one another into the center of the earth, and he was the moon and I his tides, rippling over both of us again and again, me rolling over him, him rolling into me until there was nothing but sand and salt where our bodies became one.

"Felicia..." He growled, his hands flat against my chest as he eyed me from under me, sweat glistening on his forehead. "What have you done to me?"

"Don't... don't blame me, Logan." I replied quietly. "You were the one who stole my heart in the first place, and I'm the thief out of us."

"Oh, so I taught the cat burglar something?"

"Maybe. Did I make the lone wolf feel less lonely?"

"You did." The brown in his eyes blazed like molten bronze and he rolled us over and pressed me harder against the bed, his hands, or mine, grasping the sheets rigidly and tightly, and his stare on me made me feel sacred, his touch venerated, and then he made me welcome heaven when he grabbed my legs and put them over his shoulders, my hands flying hopelessly to his hair as I felt all the air being sucked out of my lungs, all my blood rushing to the place where his tongue became just another part of my body, my whole being throbbing and pulsing for him and all that he could do to me.

"Oh my... fucking... L-Logan..." I stammered, my legs around his neck as I hung on to him like he was the last atom of oxygen on this Earth or any other. My ankles crossed over each other, pulling him even more into me.

"Now that's the right name." He murmured as his tongue strolled down my continent, which was now more like an ocean, from how dripping it was. One of his hands was pressed against my stomach to hold me in place and prevent my hips from bucking upwards, my head propped against the pillows, my fingers threading through his locks desperately.

"Fuck... Logan!" I screamed between moans and gasps, and he looked up from between my legs and fucking smirked. He fucking had the audacity to smirk, that bastard, knowing I was this close to the edge. He slithered up my body and grabbed both my wrists with one hand, so domineering I wanted to give in to him completely. When his lips found mine with a hunger I wasn't sure I'd satisfy, and his hands zealously went up my skin, I was sure I was going to melt into him, turn into gold at his hands, and nothing would ever make me come back from that point of no return, because he was the beyond to my horizon, and my above.

Then when he slid into me and I felt him inside me and he felt me around him, he brought my hands above my head and entwined our fingers together, the world exploding within us, between us, around us, him rising and setting on me, me falling apart all around him, him becoming whole inside me, my hand weaving through his hair to pull him closer and make our souls collide through a kiss, our mouths attacking each other to muffle our hushed names.

And when the venom finally came, mine and his, his face was on my neck, my nails were on his back, and he conquered every inch of my foreign land, slow and exploratory at first, then fast and demanding, almost possessive, and when he broke new ground inside me and voyaged further, and deeper, something so powerful and magnetic and explosive took over us I never got to comprehend who said those final words.

"I am more me in you."

"My moon, oh, my moon
Not even into
Another eternity
Will you stop your lovely orbiting
I had held it a world away
Until my body began to say

Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh

You be the moon, I'll be the earth
And when we burst
Start over, oh, darling
Begin again, begin again, begin again"

A/N: Sweet Lord, I need some holy water now. Bet you do too. Anyway, I hope you liked it!

Song is "Begin Again" by Purity Ring, which is so beautiful! And gif... no need to explain it ;)