Page 71 of Her Dark Promise

“You own me. Only you. Always you.” Callum repeated over and over again.

Fuck. Yes.

I was relentless, and every time I pulled out, I would widen the girth of my shadow cock and watch as it disappeared back inside of him. I loved feeling his walls tighten around my length, able to feel what my shadows felt. They were always calm after fucking Callum, so I was never afraid to use them around him.

It didn’t take long until I felt him engorge and then tense as he came. I didn’t stop until his entire body had stopped shaking from the orgasm. I let my powers disappear while inside of him, and grabbed his hair from behind, forcing him to arch his back.

“Tell me.”

“I am yours.”

I let go of his head and conjured a wooden chair to the middle of the room. It was a normal chair with a hole in the seat, a contraption that I heard about from a far-off kingdom and had to try. Callum scurried over to the chair and laid beneath it ready and waiting. I could feel myself dripping down my leg with how wet I was.

I sat down and Callum didn’t wait a moment before his mouth was on me. Licking. Sucking. I had to grip the arms of the chair to keep myself from moving too much. I threw my head back and moaned as his tongue penetrated me and had me squirting all over his face.

I stood and got rid of the chair with a wave of my hand and looked down at him. It was a work of art, and he was mine.

“Look at you, little bird, covered in me.”

He gave me one of those smiles that would melt anyone else. How would it have melted me before all of this? He stared at me, eyes wicked with excitement as he wiped a finger against his face and then brought it to his lips, sucking.

Fuck.

My eyes darkened, and I was on him in a flash, and we fucked and fucked…then fucked some more.

I made my way to the library. It was cold and empty. I conjured a ball of light in my hands as I made my way through the stacks of books. I walked to the back of the room, touching a panel that opened a hidden room next to our family portrait.

Every year on the anniversary of Belle’s death I would come into this room and write her a letter about what had been going on in my life. This year I had much to tell her. Though I wanted to leave out all of the darker details: how the nightmares had come on stronger, Circe was speaking to me more often, Emilia seemed to be on the edge of a mental breakdown, Mariam was murdered, and vivid memories had begun to play themselves for me in my waking hours.

It was all too much. And I didn’t think she needed to be privy to that information.

Do you ever think that maybe she doesn’t want to hear from you?

I couldn’t talk about her, not to Circe. Instead, I opened the book to the next blank page, dipped the quill into the ink, and got ready to start writing.

It is all your fault.

I ignored her and put the quill to the parchment.

November 1761,

Hello dear sister,

Much has changed the past week. Two males have decided to stay in the castle with Callum, Emilia, and me. The transition has been smooth—well, as smooth as it could be. I will admit that it did not start out on the best of terms, but

I stopped writing. It was all the same. I never talked about anything of substance, nothing that truly mattered. I thought that if I shared my thoughts with her, she would see me as she did in life—a monster.

All I had ever done in my life was lie to everyone I loved. Everyone who once mattered. I didn’t want to lie anymore.

I started anew.

Dear Belle,

I have been lost for centuries. I am still here in this castle because of my curse, a curse that I don’t believe I deserve to have broken. You were right. I am the animal Father wanted to purge from this world.

This was how I would pay my penance. And even if I did find a way to break the curse… What would I do?

The thought was once exhilarating but had lost its luster when it wouldn’t be with her. When we were younger, we begged Father to allow us to visit neighboring kingdoms, but he outright refused for fear of the magic-born people possibly harming us. He always said that he could protect us from within these lands. So we would lay in bed at night and make a game out of telling each other where we wished to go if given the chance. Belle always said that she wished to try out all the different flavors and spices around the world. I chuckled to myself, remembering how her little face lit up whenever she talked about a new food that she read about.

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