Semua Bab Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Day 9.Nathan decided to go grocery shopping. With the rent barely making a dent in his wallet, he could finally afford a few indulgences in his cart."...I'm leaving. Gonna grab some things. Be back later."He said it out loud, more out of habit than expectation. Talking to the air had become second nature now, as if silence would feel too lonely otherwise.But just as he stepped out and reached to lock the door behind him, a cool breeze brushed across his cheek, gentle, deliberate.He paused."You're coming with me?"A soft tap landed on his shoulder.That was a yes.When he reached the grocery store, Nathan pulled out his list and grabbed a cart. He opted for more fresh goods than preserved ones, simple, clean, nothing fancy.The place was more crowded than he liked. Too many people. Too much noise. So he made up his mind to move quickly, grab what he needed, and get out.In the hou

Day 11.Nathan didn't wake up like most people.There was no blaring alarm, no streak of sunlight across the sheets.Just the chilled kiss of air on the nape of his neck.And fingers, phantom ones, trailing his spine with the softness of breath and the intent of sin.He sighed, eyes still closed, hips shifting slightly beneath the sheets."You really don't sleep, do you…" he murmured.No answer came, but a ghost of laughter brushed his ear.Then a hand, one that didn't exist, slid beneath the waistband of his shorts.Nathan tensed.Then melted.---The covers lifted slowly, as if the air itself grew impatient.The phantom's presence curled around him, familiar now, almost warm despite the chill.He felt his legs being eased apart.Teasing fingers ghosted over sensitive skin, not solid, but felt, intimately, absolutely felt.They skimmed past his thighs, cu

Day 13. Nathan woke up, body limp, butthole sore, and shaft kissed red from ghostly worship. Sheets were clinging in places he didn't want to talk about. His legs refused to move. His neck had bite marks, from air. He stared up at the ceiling fan like it could offer him therapy. "You didn't hold back at all…" His voice cracked. The silence was suspiciously smug. And then the mirror fogged. "YOU BEGGED." Nathan groaned into his pillow. --- Kitchen crawl of shame He managed to crawl, crawl, to the kitchen, dragging a blanket behind him like a war survivor. He poured water with trembling hands, only to feel a breeze lift his shirt and stroke his shaft. Gently. Intimately. As if proud of its own sin. "Stop it." A whisper on his neck: "MAKE ME."

The suite’s air hung heavy, thick with tension under the dim red lights. Elias leaned against the wall, shirt half-open, dark hair messy, eyes sharp with a reckless spark. Marcus stood stiff, jaw clenched, gray at his temples catching the light, his control frayed as Elias tilted his head, daring him to break.“You’re playing a dangerous game,” Marcus said, voice rough, low, his cock stirred in his slacks as he stepped closer. Elias grinned, stepped forward, and breathed hot on Marcus’s lips. “I already won, Marcus,” he whispered. “You’re too damn stubborn to say it.”“You think that’s enough?” Marcus snapped, grabbed Elias’s waist, fingers pressed hard into his hips, slammed him against the wall with a thud. One hand slid under Elias’s shirt, felt muscle shift, warm and tense, while the other gripped Elias’s neck, held him close, lips almost touching. “You think crawling under my desk made you the boss?”Elias laughed, soft, needy

Marcus stepped forward, boots thudded on the wooden floor, echoed like a warning. The door shut behind Elias, clicked slow, deliberate, locked them in Marcus’s secret world.“You think you can handle this?” Marcus said, voice low, rough. “Your teasing games got you here?”Elias didn’t flinch, stood tall. “I led myself here,” he said, eyes locked on Marcus’s.Marcus reached up, tilted Elias’s chin, their faces inches apart, till their breath mixed. “No more desk games, no hallway touches,” he said. “You want this? You’ll learn what craving really means.”He circled Elias, slow, eyes raked over him, starved, not just hungry. He grabbed a black silk ribbon from a drawer, tied it around Elias’s eyes, slowly, practiced.“You came to provoke,” Marcus whispered, lips brushed Elias’s ear. “Now you surrender.”He flicked his wrist, tied Elias’s hands behind him, gentle, not to hurt but just to hold. He guided Elias to a bench, sat him dow