An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Savior - final chapter
“If we do this, everything changes,” Illario warned her, sounding gruff as he squeezed her waist, unwilling to let her go even as he tried to give her a final way out. “We won't be able to go back to the way things were-”
Kala smirked. “You're wrong. Nothing changes, at least not for me. I've felt this way for as long as I can remember, and if doing this means we can't go back…then I'm glad. I don't want to go back to being your friend. I want to be yours, Illario. I want you as a lover and a man, not as a friend or someone dancing through the periphery of my life-”
Illario kissed her before she could finish, swallowing her words as he rolled them over and pinned her beneath him. Fuck. He wanted that too. He wanted to sweep Kala of her feet, steal her away, and make her his in every way possible - to keep her in his life for as long as she would have him.
A possessive need to have her to himself roared through him - the by-product of denying himself his heart's desire for so long.
The kiss deepened, growing more desperate and intense as they shed their remaining clothes and lay together. Kala's skin was feverishly hot, and he kissed his way down her neck and along her collarbone, his hands tracing his hips and thighs. She moaned and writhed beneath him, her hands hungry as she clutched him close...









