Page 39 of These Eternal Bones
My breath halts as her small, warm hand grips mine, letting them fall back to the snow, intertwined. I flip our palms so that hers is kept away from the worst of the cold, although I only offer more of it.Her evergreen eyes are thoughtful, glued to me, and I’d be a liar if I pretended not to savor it. “I like you in moments like this, when you are lost in your thoughts. You do not hide your feelings so well. Why do you look so horribly sad, Elric?”
“It’s been seven hundred years, and I still have not grown into the man she deserved.”
She huffs. “Then perhaps we should stop worrying about ghosts of our pasts. When there is someone beside you who likes you as you are.”
Her words tunnel through me, making my chest tighten. Our eyes are on the other halves of our souls as she rolls closer to me, her curtain of curls falling over her shoulders as she settles her weight on top of me. My cock throbs, jerking underneath the warm press of her.
What comes next isn’t a slow build; it’s not a crescendo but a supernova that finally gives way. The final holdout of the universe before it succumbs to the black hole. It was inevitable, this moment, her finding her way here, this look in her eyes. It simply cannot be helped when two souls are so tightly intertwined.
I meet her halfway, my lips pressing against hers as a growl rips from my chest. The warmth of the sun collides with the chill of night as my hands find their way to the back of her head, tangling in waves of lilac as I pull her closer.
I have kissed her more times than there are stars in the sky, but each kiss feels like the first.
The breathy sound she makes as my tongue slips past the seam of her lips tips the scale far past my point of self-control as I rush to a stand. Her tiny gasp is the only time either of us comes up for air as she bands herself around me, her messy, eager kissing driving me to the brink. The cottage door slams open as I burst through it, my hands caressing and savoring everything they can as my mind blanks.
She comes up, jerking her lips from mine with a ragged gasp before I forget she requires air in her lungs. I do not hold such tiring limitations. She pants, her dull nails digging into my coat as I rid her of hers, sitting her on the small expanse of counter in her kitchen. My lips are on her jaw, peppering my adoration there before my tongue trails from her chin back to her lips.
I have waited sixty-two thousand seven hundred and eighty-four days to taste her again; I will not wait a moment more.
“Elric, please, touch me.”
“Syringa, you have no idea what you ask,” I groan, my claws digging into the counter to stop myself.
“I need…” she gasps, because my lips find hers again, soft yet forceful, pushing and pulling, being so careful of my fangs as I savor every inch of her mouth.
“Yes, tell me what you need, my love.”
“It is wrong,” she gasps, her face flush. “I think I am not supposed to want your touch between my thighs, but I ache there. Constantly.”
Fuck.
My only response is a growl as I hand her off to my tendrils, watching in satisfaction as they bind around her middle and upper thighs. We work in tandem as I rid her of her underskirts and the long wool pants. She’s panting, breathlessly watching me with rapt attention, her eyes heavy and half lidded with need. “It is not wrong when the universe has given you to me. It could never be wrong when my sole purpose is to worship your body just as I’m about to.”
The words tumble from me before I can stop them, but I can’t bring myself to care in the slightest as her arms tug my tendrils with her, dragging her skirts up her smooth thighs, inch by inch. The red slash is all that remains of the injury from that night. I don’t hesitate, lowering my head to taste her there, too. The conflictingtexture dancing across my tongue. Her breath is ragged, her soft lips red and swollen as my tongue dances around her core, the coarse, copper-colored curls there brushing my face.
Another growl leaves me as a whimper falls from her throat. “Oh god.”
Yes, my sweet Molly, call out for me.
Flavor bursts on my tongue, my mind fracturing and reeling the moment I take the first languid lap of her core. She screams when I flick my tongue along the tiny bundle of nerves at the top, and just like that, she explodes, her body already brimming as her hands fist in my hair, tugging deliciously at my scalp. Her arousal coats my mouth and chin, reality slamming back to me in the form of that pervasive… hunger.
My fangs extend fully, my mouth gaping to sink into the pulsing vein of her thigh as my tendrils grip my neck, jerking me back away from her. My growl mixes with her panting as it tears from me. Her eyes go from heavy masts to wide as my chest heaves. When I rise to my full height, I’m panting, the smell and thetasteof her as all-consuming as my need to bleed her. My eyes nearly roll back in my skull as I tip my head back, my black inky hair falling from my face as I zero back in on her. Her knees are together on the counter, hiding her slick cunt.
Irritation flares in me, the desire to wrench her legs apart and breathe her in has a sick smirk filling my face.
“Elric…” she breathes, but it’s not a scared sound. No, of course not. She’s mine, after all. Made for me alone. Her body, even one I have not yet possessed, a cunt I have not yet painted with my seed, recognizes me.
“I shall collect you in the morning, syringa.”
“No-no, you don’t have to, you canstay–”
“I cannot, I am not–”
She jerks her skirts down, trying to hop from the counter when my tendrils hold on her tightens, leaving her there. “I don’t care; I want you.”
I take a step forward, chest heaving as my tendrils go to jerk me back again. I release them, sending us into a cloud of my very being. My hand grips her chin lightly, pressing a kiss to her lips, letting her taste herself there. It’s a binding, shattering kiss, yet one that doesn’t last nearly long enough. My thumb strokes along her pulse point, pumping out its beautiful torment as it flutters beneath me. “Once I taste you Molly, there will be no leaving here, no journeying from my sight. I will own and consume you in ways you could not fathom, so tell me, my little human, do you wish for me to go?”
My words have their intended effect, sobering her from her need, even if it adds another wound to my festering soul. “But you’ll come back in the morning?”
