Page 100 of A Kiss From Death
Two of the same, separated by air alone.
Hade feels like looking into a mirror and seeing your reflection staring back at you. Every piece of darkness reflected in the same places. Every scar perfectly depicted. Every flaw laid bare before my eyes like a badge instead of dishonor.
I like me when I’m around him.
I feelseen.
“Have you ever heard the termeternals?” I ask the last question sitting in the back of my brain since reading about it for the first time. It’s been like a nagging feeling constantly sitting on my shoulders. I’ve never heard of such a thing in Fallout, but we know little about Lunaria and the Magicals who live here.
His face goes unnaturally pale for the briefest second, but then he clears his throat and gives me an unconvincing smile.
“Yes,” he responds quietly.
“Do you believe in it?”
“Yes,” he replies quietly, lost in his beautiful head.
I think over his response, an abundance of questions flicking to the end of my tongue, but one outweighs the rest.
“Do you think you have an eternal out there somewhere?” I phrase the words hesitantly.
“Having an eternal is the greatest honor one could receive,” is all he says before tucking my head under his chin and pulling me closer. “Goodnight,dream.”
“More!” Hade grunts from above me. I’m panting like a dog in heat, squirming under his hard body pinning me down.
“Do you have to be so rough?” I force out between harsh breaths.
“You like it when I’m rough,” he says, his tone low.
He’s right…I do, but goddamn, I don’t know how much more my weak body can take. I feel like I’ve been run through by a horse. And not just any horse—the biggest, baddest horse you could find, then double it. He’s just so…big. I honestly don’t know why I thought I could handle him. Leave it to my giant ego to bite off more than she can take.
“Maybe I don’t want you to be rough right now?”
“Where’s the fun in that?” he quips back, lightning fast as he presses down harder into my body.
I think I’m going to have a rash on my back from his body grinding into mine for the past hour. He’s a beast, truly. It’s unfairhow he never tires while I’m lying like a ragdoll under him. If there are any gods out there, I’m begging for mercy.
“Think you can take more?” Hade grunts from above me. The ends of his long dark curls are soaked with sweat, and his skin sparkles with a light sheen. Damn him for looking so sexy right now.
“You’re just so…big!” I wheeze out while shoving my body into his. Smirking down at me, he applies more pressure, which has me screaming. “Fuck, Hade!” My body tenses under him until it’s too much to take.
“Mercy!” I scream, tapping his shoulder desperately. Hade lets out a satisfied moan before sliding off my body and falling next to me in a pile of limp limbs.
Breathlessly, he sighs. “That was?—”
“Awful,” I reply, cutting him off.
He chuckles, his deep, rumbly tenor making my insides flip. “I was going to say exhilarating, but I guess I wasn’t the one who just got their ass beat in sparring.”
His face is so smug, I want to wipe his shit-eating grin from existence. The more I stare at him, though, with how the sun makes his beautifully sculpted body glow, other thoughts start to circle my mind, and none of them originate from my brain…
Why does he have to be so captivating? He’s like an addiction. I’m okay being hooked on this drug for the rest of my life, though. I will avoid all interventions held in my honor. I plan to ride this addiction to the grave.
Dragging myself up to sit, I rest my elbows on my knees, attempting to catch my breath after putting my body through the ringer for the past hour. Hade has never been one to go easy on me, and I’m grateful for that. He knows it will only hinder instead of help me.
Don’t get me wrong, I would rather not collect the bruises and aching limbs, but each time we spar, I get a little stronger andlearn a new technique that could potentially save my life. It’s a fair trade off.
Do I wish my body was being pushed to its limits under different circumstances? I mean, a girl has needs, but honestly, no. I cherish the time I get to spend in the sand, letting the darkness flow through my limbs, purging the toxins beneath my skin.
