Page 30 of Hellish Fae
“Is that what you want?” Krave’s dark wings flash out, and the sunlight glitters across his wide wingspan in a way that’s mesmerizing.
I used to think he was the most attractive man I’d ever laid eyes on.
I used to trust him. I cared about him.
Once upon a time.
He soars for a brief moment and lands perfectly above me. Strong thighs straddle over my hips, and he stares down on me with a glinting gaze. The shit-eating smile I’m so used to from him isn’t in place, though. For one short moment, he bares himself to me with all the pain I know he hides inside.
“If you really want me to leave, just say the words. But don’t tell me to go just because you can’t stand looking at the truth, love. The truth won’t change. You know that.” His words twist my stomach as if he just threatened me, but he’s entirely sincere. His sharp features are blank and waiting for the rejection he constantly puts himself through.
It does hurt to look at him.
He hurts me in a way he’ll never understand.
But when he lifts his hand and trails one gentle finger coated in demon dust along my jaw, I don’t pull away from him. My lashes close as too many erotic sensations thrum through my body and drive right down to my core.
I tremble but steel my spine against his alluring touch.
“What the fuck is he doing?” Ryke whispers.
Damien whispers something back about magical finger fucking, but for the most part, I can’t hear them.
Krave’s head dips and his lips brush along my neck so slowly. He always knows the smallest touches and the heaviest breaths to make me want him.
It’s just not enough.
“Don’t make me go, Aries,” he whispers against my ear, those sinful fingers skimming up and down the length of my neck in a hypnotic way.
I think I’d love him if I didn’t hate him so fucking much.
“Leave me,” I say sternly.
It’s a phrase he himself taught me. It’s spoken once, but I’ll say it two more times before he’s swept away by magic greater than himself.
“Aries, don’t,” he pleads with too much emotion in his black, steely gaze.
“Leave me,” I tell him through tightly clenched teeth.
He shakes his head back and forth, the wind catching his messy dark hair.
“Fine. Say whatever you want, but I’ll be seeing you again, love. Send me away a thousand times, but you’ll always pull me right back to you,” he rambles with a twisting smile that isn’t at all filled with happiness.
My index finger lifts just slightly to trail along the outside of his clenched fist. His gaze drops to that insignificant caress, but I never look away.
“Leave me,” I whisper one more time as if I’m not sure I’ll really be able to speak the words that hurt my heart to say.
His lips part as if I fatally wounded him. Sadness shines in his beautiful eyes.
Smoke drifts around him. It devours him. And then he’s swept away.
The wind takes him away from me to the one person he’ll always be loyal to.
My father.
The fast pounding of my heart fills the silence as emotions crush into me, and I simply sit there before the three watchful fallen. I can feel their judgmental gazes assessing every little part of me.
It’s Damien who breaks the quiet.
