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I want to wear the evidence of this sacred moment, tangled in the shadows with him.

At least for as long as I am alive.

Chapter17

EZEKIEL

My fingers dig into her bony hips. My steel cock straining against my pants from her teasing. Her chest is heaving, her breaths uncontrolled as I slide my hand up from her hip to her chest, feeling for her heart. Its beats are wild and frenzied beneath her luminous skin, keeping time with my own as I kiss her frantically. My hand smooths down, then up to feel her warmth beneath the annoying, bunched-up dress, doing little to hide her lithe, petite body from me. I push back, breathing heavily, and then grip the useless fabric, silently asking her permission to remove it.

She stirs beneath me, and I pull further back, offering her enough room to sit up. She raises her arms, the graceful motion stirring something hot and feral deep within me. I tug the scratchy fabric over her head and then toss it to the side.

Airlie glows before me, commanding and contrasting in the shadows. Every part of her draws my gaze, anchoring me in the stillness of this cave. Her long hair catches in the dim moonlight, the color of bloodshed now that it’s fully dry. She pushes it back behind her slender shoulders, fully baring herself to me.

I take this moment to stand, reaching for the button on my pants and unfastening it as she stares up at me wide-eyed. Her mouth opens slightly as she watches, transfixed on my movements.

I’ve never cared about being naked before. My life had desensitized me long before I ever knew that nakedness could ever be considered sacred. But standing here before the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on, even though I am half cloaked in darkness, I feel raw.

Vulnerable.

Not in a way that has me itching to cover myself, but in a way that feels like I have just laid bare the fragile parts of me, the parts you can’t see with your eyes. Airlie is the only one who has ever had the power to make me feel this way.

Savage and untamed, yet cut open and fragile.

Like a wild creature that will only submit to one master.

My life wasn’t spared for me to just waste it by chasing down a fool's path. Though, that is exactly how Titan would see this.

My jaw tightens, and I grind my teeth at that thought.

Titan isn’t here.

Airlie is.

And she’s sitting before me, delicate and trusting, pinning me with a stare that I feel all the way to my bones.

She makes me believe that I am worthy of more than just love. She makes me believe that I am worthy of life. A life I didn’t know I wanted or needed until I imagined it with her. Before she saved me, I was a burning match yearning for something to set ablaze.

Destructive.

Dark.

And while I still hear the darkness swimming in my bloodstream call to me, begging me to unleash it, I refuse to believe this will all end in flames. That the metaphorical fire that Airlie and I have built together won’t burn us alive. Because for once in my godforsaken life, my tortured soul feels free.

I kick off my pants, the chains echoing throughout the cave with each movement, and I stare down at my beautiful siren. Her curious blue-green eyes take me in before she stands, moving closer to me. A silent gesture, telling me she wants this.

Wants me.

I reach for her, my hands cupping the sides of her captivating face, looking down into her eyes before she launches at me, her lips finding mine in the shadows.

“Airlie,”I whisper her name against her lips.

A promise,I decide, as she takes charge, commanding me.

I let her.

This thing we share is unique.

Incomparable.

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