Chapter 1 #3
Before I can answer that rhetorical question, his erect cock enters my soaking entrance, and the ivy lets go of my wrists, the move so sudden it startles me.
I scream as Emrys grasps my hips, his shadows lifting my legs off the ground, causing me to face downward to the ground eight meters below me, my hair falling loose, cascading over my shoulder.
A smoky, dark shadow rips down my top, exposing my chest. Frantically, I plaster my hands on the rough surface of the stone outer wall as Emrys thrusts his cock back into me deeply, my insides clenching and pulsing around him.
“I hope you’ll never stop trying to defy me, darling,” he pants.
“Emrys, please,” I whine.
The ivy crawls back, and the vines pry my hands loose from the wall and pin them behind my back.
His shadows are wrapped around my spread legs, my bare breasts swaying with each push, and the crisp air hardens my nipples.
I’m scared out of my mind, afraid of what will happen if he slips up, but my core is one glistening mess as Emrys keeps driving his engorged cock into my slick cunt.
His pace pushes me over the edge, and I cry out his name loudly into the open air as an exploding climax shatters through me.
A soft echo bounces off the trees, and my cheeks flush.
A shadowy tendril wraps around my bundle of nerves, circling it, heightening my anticipation.
Emrys keeps thrusting into me while I ride out the crashes of pleasure that keep coming.
Dazed from my intense orgasm, his shadows pull me back into the room, and he positions me on my knees in front of him.
Instinctively, I bury my fingers into his thighs and open my mouth, sticking out my tongue, impatient for his cum.
He starts tugging his swollen cock, and within seconds, he ejaculates.
Ropes of semen lace my eager mouth, my face, and my breasts.
Eagerly, I latch my lips onto his glans, sucking the last bits of fluid out.
I swirl my tongue around his shaft, and he weaves his fingers through my long dark hair.
Hungrily, I start to lap and lick his shaft, wanting to taste more of him.
“Relax your throat,” he rasps.
I do as he says, as he shoves his cock deep into my mouth, groaning.
I hold his muscular thighs firmly, drool dripping onto my chest as he hits the back of my throat.
I cough and choke, but he keeps going, ordering me to breathe through my nose.
It doesn’t take long before I taste the saltiness of his cum being released deep into my throat.
I swallow it all greedily and continue to suck his cock and tip, cleaning him up.
I wipe the cum from my breasts and face with my fingers, licking it all up.
“You’re insane, deliciously insane,” I tell him.
He grins at me, his canines showing.
“Keep testing me, darling, and I’ll show you all of my lustful madness,” he taunts.
He looks at me knowingly, his dark, brooding eyes the same color as mine after our soul bonding: anthracite, a color anything but ordinary.
His shadows and my storm combined. Only when enraged do his eyes turn to the darkest black, endless voids with trapped fury to be unleashed.
Ever since I took the initiative and straddled him, our intimate moments have been even more intense than before, the repairs of the fractures in our bond heightening our emotions.
No more cap on the love we share with each other, a comprehension we began to understand after we started acting upon our darkest desires, demanding our willingness.
My heart almost bursts at the seams with all the love it contains for this man, my monster.
Emrys's patience and unconditional love amended our bonding, erasing all the poisonous remnants of the curse. Without his commitment to me, I wouldn’t be here, walking around; instead, I’d be buried deep in the earth, returning to Mother Nature, my ghost wandering restlessly, still unsafe.
Even our blood sharing is different, elevated to new heights, and the taste is more divine than before with the lifting of the curse.
Emrys says my blood tastes different, like the purest light, while his is flavored with the most beautiful darkness; together, we create a clash that tastes like the most glorious storm.
We speak about our forever endlessly; now that we can finally make our dream a reality, the curse no longer an obstruction.
In the coming days, we focus on reacquainting ourselves with each other’s bodies, talking, and acting out our deepest and darkest desires.
It feels as if there is no tomorrow, with no more sorrow that occupies our minds; only the love we have for each other busies us.
Emrys makes sure there are enough drinks and food for me, and he keeps himself strong and satiated by feeding off me—a codependence we created in our own little haven of happiness.
Unable to stay silent on the subject, the words spill from my lips.
“You never gave him the possibility for any parting words before you killed him. Or an opportunity to plead for his life.”
The words linger in the air the second they leave my mouth.
It’s not an accusation in any form, but rather a thought that reaches the surface of my mind occasionally.
That night is vividly branded into my brain; a night I relive from time to time.
One question keeps coming back: a thought embedded in my mind.
Emrys didn’t even give Elijah a moment to explain himself, apologize for his behavior, or argue or plead for his life.
Emrys went straight for the kill, silencing him.
I glance at Emrys with curiosity, genuinely interested in understanding his line of thought, because in all chaos there is calculation.
“I don’t believe in letting your enemies speak,” he says thoughtfully.
I tilt my head at that statement.
“Why not?” I ask.
“Because, Tempest, by allowing them to speak, you grant them the possibility to take back control, to turn the tables even if nothing is there. Either by worming their way into your mind with pleading words and beautiful promises or by unintentionally giving them time to escape your hold over them.”
He continues. “I believe that by allowing those you intend to kill to talk, you jeopardize yourself or the ones you love. Especially if you have had a previous personal relationship with them, you will want to believe them; unintentionally, you will search for the words you wish to hear. But they will only betray you again; their only interest is their own survival, and their motivation is selfish. If I had let Elijah speak, he would have begun apologizing, making excuses for his reprehensible behavior, and pleading for his life and your forgiveness. And with the curse present, you would have. It wouldn’t be your choice; it’d be impossible for you to decline him.
You would have wanted to forgive him, creating a situation where he could have escaped, and all of it would have happened again…
or worse… So, I made the choice instead, by never letting him speak in the first place. ”
I grind my teeth in silent frustration, knowing Emrys is right.
That damn curse would have forced me to forgive his actions, my will not my own.
I would probably have sympathized with him, begging Emrys to let him live, who in turn would have been unable to resist my pleading, even if it went against his carnal instincts.
“Hence, I don’t believe in giving the ones I want dead a way to weasel themselves out of it.
If my aim is set on you, I will kill you without hesitation.
I made it crystal clear to Elijah that day I spoke to him.
If he ever tries to touch you without your consent again, his death shall be by my hands.
I don’t think that message is hard to understand.
He made a conscious choice to ignore that warning, and instead of fighting his vile urges, he submitted to them, hurting you in the process.
And that, Tempest, is an act that is unforgivable in itself. ”
Emrys's dark eyes lock onto mine as he tilts my chin up. His rage over what happened that night coils around him, tangible as smoke. It’s a fever that will never cool. He isn’t done talking yet.
“No one touches you without your consent, not even me. I will eradicate anyone who dares to do so without hesitation or thinking twice, and I will never feel remorse, even if you won’t be able to forgive me immediately.
You are what matters, Tempest, and I will do anything within my power to keep you safe and prevent a repeat of that night, even if it means killing and destroying the entire world.
I need you to know that. Never will you experience that kind of distress again as long as I am by your side.
When it comes to you, I will not rise from the ashes; I create them. ”
I nod as pain and sadness reflect in his tumultuous eyes.
I cup his face, meeting his sorrowful gaze.
He despises himself for leaving my side, for not being there in time, and for not saving me sooner, even though none of it is his fault.
If anyone is to blame, it’s me. I underestimated the whole ordeal.
I was the one who put myself in that situation, the curse exploiting my naivety and immediately numbing the bond with Emrys by enforcing the fate of Elijah and me.
If there’s anyone at fault, all of it comes back to me.
Emrys’s self-hatred is a form of punishment for allowing me to slip from his sight.
No matter what I say to him, it’s a wound he will carry with him, always, because of me and my stupidity.
“I know, and I love you for it, Emrys. Without you, I wouldn’t be standing here. Without your unconditional love, my soul would be dwelling in darkness. You saved me from eternal torment, and I need you to know that. You have been my savior from the moment we met.”
He presses his forehead against mine.
“And you have been mine, Tempest. I would die without you, Harlot.”
Fynn
Chapter 2