Page 39 of Serpent In White
“Pretty cool, huh?” It isn’t until he speaks that I realize he’s touching me. His hand is on my thigh and his face is inching closer to my neck.Now you’re mine, too.
I just heard him say that, even though his lips weren’t moving. I heard it in his brusque, bold voice.
My head pivots to look at him. The colors everywhere are so bright, a rainbow splashing across my vision. But his skin is pale white, such a contrast to the black of his hair.
His lips are almost red like blood, and they’re right at my neck, as if he’s drinking it from me. My cock is standing firm between my legs, trying to break free from my pants while every object in the room dances around us.
What is this?I think, and he looks up at me.
Welcome to Empyrean, little mouse.
Empyrean.That’s what this is. I feel it all around me.
I feel the light and the dark. I feel each breath as it leaves my body. And Iseeeverything.
I see who I am. I see my part, here on this planet. I’ve just come to this realization, and it’s so beautiful I could cry.
Drake’s hand touches my chest, and I look at him.Can you feel it?
Yes,I tell him, grabbing at his jaw.I love it.
Unwittingly, I pull his mouth to mine, but he hesitates. I can feel his resistance, and I hear something, something I don’t think he wanted me to hear.He’s unsure.
I stammer for a moment, twitching away. “Oh… I’m sorry. You and Darian… I shouldn’t have…”
“No. It’s not that,” he rumbles, his eyes etched in seriousness. I’m trying to hear his thoughts, but it’s suddenly all fuzzy. Like static. “You don’t know what you’re doing, Abdiel Harmony. I’m not what you think…”
“What does that mean?” I ask, eyes flicking to the books as they open up on the shelves, pages flipping and flipping.
This is just Empyrean. Do you understand?
I gawk at him, blinking.
It won’t be anything more.
I think I understand what he’s saying, but it’s hard to focus on his words when I can hear so much; feel so much.
It’s so strange, all of this. I have this bizarre urge to cling to him, and I have no idea why. Again, I don’t know him. But in this moment, I feel like I do.
Your first instinct is right, little mouse. You don’t know me.
I scoot closer to him, running my hand up his chest.But I want to.
His lips twist.So eager.He walks his fingers along my thigh.Are you a virgin, Abdiel?
I swallow hard, desperately trying to hold back my thoughts, though it’s no use. His grin goes wide, and he reaches for the zipper on my jeans.
“W-what are you doing?” I stutter out loud, forgetting myself as little zaps of colored lightning dance around where he’s unbuttoning and unzipping my pants.
Let’s play. I know you want to.
My breaths become unsteady again as he tugs my jeans down just a bit, enough that my erection is visible through my boxer briefs.What am I doing? What’s going on?
Don’t overthink it,his mind whispers in between rampant thoughts that bring heat to my face.
I can hear him thinking of things he wants to do to me, and it’s overwhelming. But also hot as fuck. I can barely contain my movements as I go for his pants.
I want to kiss you, I think as I unzip his, reaching my eager fingers inside enough to brush his cock. It’s hard, and big. So much bigger up close.
