Page 216 of Nemesync
Our lips met again, chaos and desire colliding brutally. It was a storm that was so loud around us, a tempest of obsession and relief, swirling around us and pulling us into the eye of the fucking hurricane.
I tasted his own darkness on his lips and understood that I had fallen into a love and addiction deeper than the abyss.
My fingers found their way into his hair, gripping onto the dark strands with a desperation that mirrored the one inside me.
His hands, rough and needy, traced the contours of my face, fingers lingering over the blood-streaked skin as if memorizing every detail of it.
Adrenaline and fire flowed in my veins.
It was intoxicating,addicting.
I wanted to feel everything he had to offer, I wanted to feel it all because in my mind, nothing was certain anymore, apart from this man’s heart, and this man’s touch.
Elijah’s words breathed hot and heavy against my lips. “You’re so beautiful, it’s killing me to have you this close.”
I was looking past his eyes, searching for more, and he continued his whispered spell. “You’re not just mine, Zanae. You’re also a part of me.”
Our souls danced, entwined in a ghostly waltz to the rhythm of our madness and heartbeats.
“Touch me,” I exhaled. “Make me feel alive,” I begged.
His hands, stained with the remnants of blood on my face, explored the curves of my body with urgency. His lips trailed along the line of my jaw, kissing, savoring my skin, making me dizzy.
“I won’t trade you for anything else. Even the shadows cling to you and refuse to let go of you.”
Secrets whispered directly into the obscurity of my heart and soul.
This love was as forbidden as intoxicating.
He felt like ecstasy, and I could feel his presence in my bones. “Elijah...” I pleaded, not even sure for what. But he knew exactly what I needed, even better than I did.
He pressed his forehead against mine.
“You’re mine, Zanae, in every fractured piece of your soul,” he affirmed before capturing my mouth again in a burning kiss, devouring my mouth, feasting on it.
My Devil murmured that I belonged to him against my lips, and I knew he meant it with all his fiery heart.
His hands pulled me closer to him, my legs wrapped against his hips where they belonged. I parted my lips allowing him to get his tongue into my mouth while I sucked it and bit his lip after.
“My beautiful chaos,” he admired.
I caressed his neck softly, whispering, “Do you like it?”
“I need it, it’s the blood that pumps in my heart,” he replied, before kissing me even more hungrily.
His touch felt like hellfire, burning brighter than any inferno. He breathed against my lips, his hands pulling me harder against him. “I’m going to punish you for your little lies, Zanae, and I’m going to bury myself so deep inside you that you won’t ever get rid of me, just like you buried yourself in my mind.”
He took me upstairs, in the room, sat me on the edge of the bed, while he kneeled before me.
“You’ll learn the hard way not to piss me off,Little Nightmare. Now open your pretty legs for me.”
His hand brushed my sensitive spot while he whispered all kinds of things that made me so much more eager of him. “You’re always so ready for me,Milaya.”
Pushing the lace of my thong down my legs he slid his fingers up and down my entrance.
He gripped my thigh with one hand and planted a kiss there. “You see Zanae, I’m going to tell you things that I want you to remember.”
He pinched my clit, and I gasped at the sensation. “I want you to remember this lesson, Zanae, write it down in your mind,” he said. “Next time you come home with blood, it better be because I was with you, and we killed someone together.”
