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More, I need more.
He seems to understand, his mouth leaving mine, his tendrils gently snagging my head to tilt it down at the place we’re connected. I watch, panting as he lifts me before sliding back in. My nipples rub against hischest, and I’m all sensation. My body feels things in vivid clarity. He keeps up that rhythm, slow and languid. The ridges of his cock hitting me in such a way that my legs quiver, and I cry out. When he bends, sucking my nipple into his mouth, it's everything. Nirvana.
It's right.
This man.
This place.
It's all perfect.
Something warm nudges deep inside my chest, and I can tell he feels the same. He’s happy, so happy, but also…sad. I frown, wanting to know why, but he swirls his tongue around the pebbled nub and quickens his pace. It’s never punishing, although I feel like it could be, like I’d like that too. He lets me take him in, rolling my hips to grind my clit against the base of him. His touch soft and adoring, reverent. His lips dancing across every inch of me.
It's then that he bends, kissing my breast, that my eyes focus on his neck, my mouth filling with water.
The need to bite.
To drink.
“Yes, my love. Drink. It's okay, take what you need.”
I don’t hesitate. My teeth sink into his neck, making him buck against me as mouthfuls of spice and cedar dance over my tongue. My pace quickens, but I’m a whimpering mess. He has to help me. His hands band around my back, holding me flush as I drink, his hips rocking up into me. I’m not ready when my body tightens, exploding into a million fracturing lights. I’m sure of it, I’ve collapsed into pleasure, a being no longer tethered to this earth, but after I pull free from his neck, I find myself whole. I watch with heavy-lidded eyes as he follows me over that edge, somehow making me even more full thanI was before. My eyes flutter back in my head as another orgasm rises through me, our foreheads meeting as we ride out the pleasure.
His lips press into my nose with the softest kiss. “I love you.”
My eyes flutter to his as I lick his blood from my lips. I know he means it. I don’t doubt it for a second.
45
Eternal Bones
Molly
He gathers my languid form, his eyes lingering on my neck for a moment as he settles me against his chest. I’m between his raised legs, his fingers combing through my hair like it’s the most natural thing in the world. I feel like there are a hundred things I should ask him, but nothing comes to mind. There’s a pressing, somewhere far in the back of my mind, but as soon as I latch onto it, it slips, like sand between my fingers.
A flash of cold, splashing water on a snowy beach.
A pink unicorn surrounded by bright colors in a place it doesn’t belong.
“My name is Elric; would you like to hear a story?”
“Elric,” I repeat as I nod, liking the wayit sounds on my tongue.
He presses a kiss to the top of my head, steeling himself for something as I settle against his bare chest.
“Seven hundred years ago, I met a woman named Lucretia. She was perfect. The most perfect woman in the world, and what we had was beautiful. It was given to us by the gods. She was the other half of my soul, but she wanted something I couldn’t give her. And I was selfish, too proud to deny her anything. What we had was perfect, but it wouldn’t stay that way…”
My mouth gapes as a familiar pain tunnels in my chest, a sadness that goes so deep.
“I would lose her, over and over,” he offers me a watery smile. “But she always found me again.”
I sit in front of him, my legs crossed underneath me, wrapped in a sheet. Heaving guttural sobs leave my throat as he finishes his story,ourstory. The words ring devastatingly true, but the memories won’t land, like I can’t place them in my mind. Of so many pains, that one is among the top. “But it’s done now?” I hiccup, baffled by the sight of my black tinged tears.
If Elric looked handsome in the afternoon light, he is achingly so lit by the moon. “Yes, my syringa. No more. I am so sorry. I have damned us both, because I am still that selfish, horrible man that does not deserve you.”
My eyes fall to the open windows, staring out over the ocean as it slams into the cliff. The odd, inky lighthouse with its beam lighting the far side of the castle. It seems like a beautiful place to spend an eternity.
My lips part as he grips my face in his hands lovingly. “I vow to you I will spend the rest of our lives earning your forgiveness. For everything, every misstep.”
