Envisioned (The Elemental Prophecy) (14 page)

I smugly grinned at her, lowering my mouth to her breasts and running my tongue along the mounds of her chest, grazing my teeth against her nipples. I circled my tongue around them, alternating between, the sensation causing her to relax her legs slightly as she arched her body towards me. She once again grabbed my length and guided it to her opening. This time, I sank deep into her, causing us both to shudder with my first stroke. She fisted my hair, moaning as I plunged in and out of her. I grabbed the back of her head, tugging her hair softly as I pressed our lips together. Our emotions connected as our souls melded as one, and the sensations of our sex intensified with our bond. The spark that had surfaced when we first touched turned into an inferno when I entered her, and it continued to build with each thrust, threatening to burst like a supernova. I pumped slower, but harder, and Brielle dug her nails into my shoulders, arching her hips up, causing her pussy to moisten and tighten around me, which brought us both closer to the brink of climax. I gazed in her eyes, allowing all the raw sensations swirling through our bond to overtake me. An overwhelming amount of love pulsed through our connection, and I could feel it deep in both of our souls. Tears welled in both our eyes, and Brielle's looked like ponds of liquid honey splattered with greens and browns, threatening to overflow onto her face. I tenderly kissed her before I softly spoke against her lips, “I love you, Brielle.”

She exhaled, the barrier holding back her tears shattering as she replied, “I love you, too, Jace.” I wiped away her tears with my thumbs, kissing the path they streaked down her cheeks. Our souls hummed with pleasure through our bond, and I could feel the moderate burning on the back of my neck as our tattoo started to form. I disregarded it, concerned only with Brielle's pleasure as I held her close to me, thrusting deeper as she moaned with ecstasy. I buried my face in her neck, letting her scent envelop me. She kissed my neck, and rubbed her hands up and down my back, still arched against me. I felt how close we both were to climax, which encouraged me to plunge harder and faster. Brielle yelled, “Yes! Yes! I feel it, Jace! Don't stop!” I groaned—I loved hearing my name pass her lips with such pleasure. She arched her back more, and after a few more thrusts, I felt her release, her warmth coating me as she screamed out, fisting the sheets in her hands. I continued to thrust as she orgasmed, causing me to come, spilling myself into her as I collapsed. Both of us panted breathlessly against each other as our bond continue to pulse with euphoria. I shifted to the side so I wouldn't crush her with my weight, and she shifted to face me, maneuvering her hips to keep me inside her.

She stroked my face, looking in my eyes and smiling lovingly at me. “That was incredible,” she said. “I've never felt anything like that before. You were right; it was like everything connected, and I felt you deep in my soul. I can't believe you feel that strongly about me,” she said, more tears clouding her eyes.

I embraced her as I told her, “No more tears. I hate seeing you cry.”

“I'm sorry. You know I'm emotional, especially when it involves you,” she admitted.

“I love you, mi amante,” I said, caressing her cheek with the back of my hand.

“I love you, too,” she replied. I softly kissed her as she wrapped her legs around me, nudging me deeper inside her. I felt another burning as the tattoo formed more from the completion of the sex stage. “What is burning me?” Brielle asked irritably, reaching for her neck.

“It's our tattoo—it was burning earlier because we completed the love stage, and it's burning now because we completed the sex stage,” I answered. “One more stage, and it will seal our bond.”

“Trust, right? But I already trust you,” she stated.

“I know, but we both have to demonstrate our trust in one another in some way to complete the stage,” I said.

“Oh. Hey, I need to clean up, you want to join me in the shower?” she asked suggestively, rocking her hips against me.

“Sure,” I said, pulling myself gently out of her. She hopped up off the bed and awkwardly walked to the shower. I followed, enjoying my view of her—she was a masterpiece, and she was all mine.

The first night in our house was unquestionably memorable—I would never forget it. Falling asleep in Jace's arms after we had sex in the shower was pure bliss. No nightmares came to me that night, and I awoke thoroughly rested. I rubbed at my neck, which itched slightly, and wondered what the tattoo that was now there looked like. Jace and I were both so distracted that we hadn't taken the time to examine them. I turned around to face Jace, my movements causing his eyes to slowly flutter open. He smirked as he saw me, mumbling, “Good morning, beautiful.”

“Good morning,” I replied. God, I could get used to this—waking up to this gorgeous man every morning would never get old. “I wanted to take a look at our tattoos when we get up since we were preoccupied last night,” I teased.

Jace chuckled. “Turn around—I can look at yours now. Then, you can look at mine.”

I complied and gathered my hair to lift it up off my neck. Jace gasped as he brushed his finger across my neck. “Wow…you have the Ultimate Unity symbol,” he informed me.

“What does that mean? I thought I was supposed to get your symbol,” I replied.

“It means 'All That Is'. No other Elemental has ever had that symbol,” he answered, leading me to the bathroom. He positioned us both in front of the mirror and handed me my large hand mirror so I could look at the back of my neck. The tattoo was of two triangles, one standard triangle, the other inverted—the inverted triangle covered the standard one, and they were both a faint silver. I handed the mirror to Jace, and he looked at his in the same manner. His tattoo was identical to mine. He stared in awe at his reflection in the mirror, then at me. “I guess you are special, huh?” he joked.

“What does this mean? I mean I know what it means, but what does this mean for us?” I asked.

“I don't really know—I think only the Oracle and the Elders would know, and I'm not sure either would tell us anything. The Elders won't, and the Oracle might, but only at her own leisure,” he replied.

“At her own leisure?”

“Yeah, she will summon us when it is time. It could be anytime now since you turned 18 and inherited your powers.”

“Well that's just great. I have to just wait around for her to summon me while other Elementals are trying to kill me, and Uranus is planning on reclaiming Gaia? We don't even know when it's going to happen, and I'm not even trained! I feel like I have no control over my own life!” I said, raising my voice.

“Yes you do, but there's no point getting upset over things you can't control, mi amante. Something we can control is beginning your training today if that would make you feel better,” he suggested with a shy smile.

“That's a start, I guess,” I mumbled.

“Well then, get ready. We need some breakfast before we start,” he said, patting me lightly on the butt. I put on a black racerback workout shirt and black shorts, thinking they would be the most practical for training. Jace had chosen the same color palette as me, opting for a black muscle shirt and black gym shorts. He looked divine, his broad arms showing off their sculpted muscles with no sleeves to contain them. He crossed them, smirking at me staring at him. “Like what you see?” he asked smugly.

“Maybe,” I teased. I'm sure he knew I loved every part of him after last night. I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face, Jace copying my routine in the adjoining sink. I put my hair up in a tight bun, hoping it would stay out of my face during training. Jace pulled my lips to his, our minty breaths tangling in one another's mouths. I mumbled against his lips, “We will never accomplish anything if we keep this up.”

“Oh, I think we can accomplish quite a bit,” he joked suggestively. The kiss continued, our passion flaring as he lifted me onto the counter. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, my legs around his waist as he groaned into my mouth. He broke the kiss, caressing my face as he said, “We better start training before I won't allow you to leave our bedroom.” He led me downstairs, and I made us some toast and eggs before we went into our backyard to train.

“So, where do we start?” I asked.

“Well, first, we can practice summoning your fire. It's pretty easy—all you have to do is visualize the fire in your hands, like this,” he said, demonstrating. He held his hands out to his sides, slightly raised. His eyes began to shift to a vibrant orange, warning that he was about to utilize his powers. Flames ignited in his palms, and then extinguished from his silent command. “You try,” he instructed.

I mimicked his stance, and visualized fire in my hands. Nothing happened, and I looked to Jace for an explanation. He shrugged his shoulders, “Try again.”

I did as he requested, with the same end result. I tried again and again, and still nothing. About twenty minutes had passed, and I sighed in frustration, “What am I doing wrong?”

“I don't know. You have to vividly visualize the fire. Feel the heat, see the flames, and will it to be in your hands,” he instructed.

I shook my hands, trying to release the tension I built up from my failed attempts. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, replaying Jace's words in my mind—feel the heat, see the flames, feel the heat, see the flames. I visualized a campfire, flames bright and flickering, and I willed it to be in my hands. A few seconds later, I felt warmth in my hands. I opened my eyes and glanced down at my hands, which were now ablaze with flames. I startled from the sight, gasping and causing the flames to extinguish. I sighed with disappointment, “I suck.”

Jace laughed. “You do not suck. You created the flames after only a few attempts, which is great given you had no prior knowledge of manipulating elements. I think fire is the hardest element to control because it's difficult to picture your hands engulfed in flames since your natural instinct is to put it out.”

“That makes sense. I want to try again,” I stated.

“Determined—that's my girl,” Jace praised.

I once again repeated the instructions Jace had given me in my head. The flames manifested quicker this time, and I was careful to maintain my composure so I wouldn't put out the flames. I looked at Jace, who smiled proudly at me, and nodded his head. I stared in awe at my hands, wondering how my skin was not burned by the flames emitted by them. “What do I do now?” I asked, eager to complete my next task.

“See if you can throw a fireball and hit that rock over there,” he instructed, gesturing to a large rock at the edge of our yard. “Just visualize a ball of fire projecting from your hand and landing on that rock.”

I did as Jace said, picturing a ball of fire shooting out of my hand and hitting the rock. My first attempt shot out, only to land about five feet from me. The next three shot up into the sky. After another half-hour of attempts, I finally hit the rock before slumping to my knees in exhaustion. Jace was instantly by my side, concern etching his face. “I'm sorry, mi amante. I shouldn't have pushed you to do so much so fast,” he said, sorrow flooding his voice.

“I'm fine, just tired is all. I wouldn't have stopped until I hit that rock anyway,” I admitted. I tried to stand, but my vision faltered, and my legs buckled. Jace caught me, steadying me before scooping me up into his arms. “Easy, baby, I've got you. I won't let you fall.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaning my head against his chest. “Too late, I've already fallen,” I said.

“Huh?” he asked in confusion.

“For you, silly,” I replied, giggling at my corniness.

He laughed, realizing what I meant. “I love you,” he said, kissing me on the forehead.

I yawned, “Until my last heartbeat.” Using elements was draining, and I wasn't sure how I was going to overcome the exhaustion that seemed to take over whenever I used my powers. I couldn't stop the apocalypse if I fainted during my battle with Uranus. Fear started to build in me at the thought that I wouldn't be able to do all of this, but, right now, all I could focus on was sleep. I closed my eyes, and I felt Jace walking up the steps to our loft. By the time we reached the top, I was fast asleep.