CHAPTER 27 #2
Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me as he moans gutturally and drives into me at blinding speed. We’re both completely unhinged, lost in the moment, fusing into one another in an ancient, primordial way.
Deep within the confines of my very soul, a darkness breaks free. I feel it unfurling gradually, like a mighty beast that’s been awakened after eons of slumber. It flows steadily in my bloodstream, and for the first time, I feel something I never thought I would ever feel.
I feel powerful.
All at once, the feeling vanishes just as surreptitiously as it had enveloped me, replaced by the most ferocious detonation of nirvana.
My spirit shatters and scatters into the four winds, only to meld back together with such a force that it knocks the air out of my lungs.
I’m crying, laughing and screaming in pure, unadulterated jubilation, as Killian’s hips buckle wildly, before his muscles tense up and he follows me into seventh heaven.
His body jerks once, twice before he removes his fangs from my neck, licking the small wounds with his otherworldly tongue, closing the holes.
“Magical,” he murmurs reverently as he rests his forehead in the crook of my neck, breathing raggedly. I cling to his formidable masculine frame, feeling him still pulse deep inside me.
I never want to leave this bed, never want to be anywhere else than in his dark embrace.
That’s why when he sighs and begs in an imploring tone, “Please stay, umbra. Stay with me here, where you belong,” I have no fight left in me to deny him.
My entire body feels liquefied, so I’m not sure I would’ve been able to move, even if I wanted to.
He releases a relieved breath and kisses me lovingly, our lips touching in the sweetest, adoring way.
It’s nothing like our usual fiery clashes.
He is taking his time to map out my mouth with his own, committing every little detail to memory.
His touch is a silent plea, a devoted worship and a decadent reverie.
I tremble in his arms, bone-weary and satiated to the brim.
He breaks the kiss reluctantly, and I lose myself in the onyx depths of his eyes, regarding me with so much faithfulness as if I’m Akaori herself.
“You are my end and my beginning, Aimee. The first thought that enters my mind upon waking up. You’re in the last conscious breath I take before falling asleep.”
He kisses my jaw tenderly, as his shadows roam around us like a crimson aura of serendipity.
“I may have existed for a thousand years before your time, little umbra, but I have only really started living since the Akaori blessed moment that I first laid my eyes upon you.”
He places another gentle kiss on my cheek, tracing my dried-up tears with his soft lips, licking the salty remnants away.
“That millennia before? It was just a dull, fatuous, starless night without a sunrise in sight. My punishment for Akaori knows what crimes I must have committed in my previous lives.”
He grasps my face in his palms with such delicate finesse, as if I’m the most precious treasure in all his kingdom.
“You are my redemption, Aimee. My saving grace. My Queen. My Goddess forged by starlight and sunlight combined at the hands of Fate itself. My sole purpose for existing.”
He nudges my nose with his own, pecking my eyelids, the arch of my brows, the space between my eyebrows.
“You’re in every breath that I take into these cursed lungs, in every touch that lingers, and every beat of my un-dead heart that should have stopped beating lifetimes ago. Not even death will do us part.”
His voice takes on an eerie tone, like a slight feminine lilt that is not usually there.
“I have loved you since the dawn of time, and I will continue loving you, even as the world crumbles into utter decay, burning up and turning into celestial ashes.”
His voice turns back to normal, and I try to shake the orgasmic haze from my brain. I must have imagined that strange inflection.
“Killian!” His name comes out as a breathy plea uttered to the heavens.
My heart feels so full it’s about to burst open from my chest and lay its beating form at his feet.
I didn’t even realize when I started crying, fresh waves of tears coating my skin.
I claim his beautiful lips with my own, pouring into our kiss all the emotion I can’t find the strength to put into words.
All the heartbreak.
All the pain of the past, and the reluctant hope of a future together.
All my fears, my daydreams, and aspirations.
All the searing hot, torrid adulation he wrings out from my body, and my love that knows no bounds.
We lie there, tangled in each other, in our own little cocoon of shadows and promises, until our eyes become heavy and our breathing slower.
As I fall asleep in his blissful arms, one thought plagues me in a loop.
The lies must end.
Tomorrow I shall come clean to Killian, finally trusting him with all my secret wounds.
I will unveil myself to him, hoping that the light of his love and acceptance will finally cure all my damaged parts.