Chapter 25 Deadly Obsession
DEADLY OBSESSION
The words hit harder than anything else he had said, and I staggered back a step, my breathless gasp escaping as my mind struggled to catch up.
“What?”
“It’s true,” he said, softer now, though no less certain. His voice dropped as though the weight of his admission demanded it.
“I don’t care if it’s forbidden, and I care even less if you’re my Siren or not.”
“You can’t say that… you could get into trouble,” I implored, hating the idea that something bad could happen to him and all because of me. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if he were punished for this. His jaw tightened, something darker slipping into his expression before he said,
“I will go to the King myself and tell him he either allows me to have you…” he continued, his voice lowering further,
“…Or I will burn his fucking world to the ground.” My stomach dropped at the dark threat, one that terrified me, and not only because each word had been edged with demonic menace.
“You can’t be serious,” I said, my voice faltering despite myself.
“You’ll get into trouble!”
“Oh, Eliza…” he murmured, something almost dangerous curling into the softness of it,
“You have no idea what I am capable of, do you… my sweet, innocent little Inanna.” His voice dropped again, deeper this time, as if carrying something far more ancient beneath it. He ran the backs of his fingers down my cheek.
“No one would dare deny me.” A beat passed as my heart hammered against my chest.
“And besides, it is a moot point anyway,” he added, quieter now, though no less certain,
“Because no matter what you think that mirror showed you, I know the truth.” He stepped closer again, close enough that I could feel the heat of him, the weight of his presence pressing into every inch of space between us.
“Every Enforcer who has been granted a fated Siren knows it instantly. As I knew it with every beat of my dark, twisted soul, that it was you,” he said, his voice hard and unyielding in this knowledge.
“But…” He shook his head and demanded,
“No buts. For it is simple… I am not letting you go.” My breathing continued to falter just as my thoughts spiraled. Because everything came back to one thing,
“You love me.”
He closed his eyes briefly, exhaling before his fingers tangled in my hair, pulling my head back as his arm wrapped around my waist. He then lifted me up with one arm and settled me against the sideboard.
“I don’t just love you,” he growled, his voice rough, unrestrained,
“I am fucking obsessed with you!”
And then he kissed me.
A kiss that stole the air from my lungs, that burned through me, consuming everything in its wake. My gasp was swallowed by him, claimed, tasted, as the intensity of it left me breathless.
He pulled back just enough to murmur against my lips,
“Fuck… how I have missed you.”
“I missed you, too,” I admitted before taking it one step further and giving him a piece of my heart.
“And I…I love you too, Wye.”
For a single, suspended moment, everything in him stilled.
It was subtle, but unmistakable. The way his breath caught and the way his gaze locked onto mine. As though the words had struck somewhere deeper than anything else I had ever said. Something raw flickered there, something unguarded, almost disbelieving, as if even he hadn’t expected to hear it.
His hand tightened slightly where it held me, not enough to hurt, but enough to anchor me there. Like he needed to be certain I was real, that I hadn’t slipped away again.
“Say that again…” he whispered, his voice rougher now, quieter, the control in it fraying at the edges.
I barely had time to draw breath.
Because something in him broke.
Not violently, but absolutely.
And from there… everything unraveled.
His touch became relentless, his movements driven by something deeper than intention, something that felt dangerously close to breaking free entirely.
There was no slow build this time, no careful restraint, only raw need.
Desperation.
And something far darker rising beneath it.
His kiss turned frantic, consuming, as though whatever control he had been holding onto had finally begun to fracture. I felt it in the way his hands moved over me, no longer measured, no longer careful, but everywhere at once, pulling, gripping, needing.
My legs parted instinctively as he stepped closer, fitting himself between them as though there had never been space between us at all.
“I have to have you,” he breathed against my lips, his voice rough, unsteady in a way I had never heard before.
“I fucking crave you.” His hands dragged down the straps of my dress, pushing them from my shoulders as his mouth followed. His lips were hot and relentless, pressing along my neck and my collarbone, leaving no space untouched.
I felt it fully when his lips brushed my ear, and he growled, low and unrestrained,
“I need to fuck you.”
My head fell back, my body reacting before thought could catch up, and the only answer I could give him was the soft, breathless,
“Yes,” that slipped from my lips, and that was all he needed.
His hands slid up my thighs, firm and unyielding as he hooked his fingers into the fabric of my underwear, dragging them down my legs in one smooth motion. My shoes slipped free as I kicked them off without thinking.
He moved just as quickly, his own hands fumbling with his clothes and his boots as urgency replaced precision.
Whilst my own hands reached for him in return, fingers trembling as I worked at the buttons of his shirt.
Time stretched, the seconds dragging as though they refused to pass quickly enough.
Until they did.
Until he stood before me, bare and glorious, every muscle one I wanted to trace with my fingertips. Every mysterious line of those strange tattoos, ones I wanted to see light up beneath his skin. However, even I knew there wasn’t time for that, as his gaze was nothing short of devouring.
“You’re wearing too much,” he muttered, his voice low, strained.
Before I could react, his hands gripped the bodice of my dress, and with two sharp pulls, the fabric tore clean down the center.
I gasped as the ruined dress fell open. Each side still clinging to me but parted, framing my body rather than covering it. The red fabric was now hanging on either side like curtains for the main show.
His eyes drank me in. Hungry and unrestrained.
“I can’t hold back, Eliza.”
I lifted my hand, cupping his cheek, grounding him for a moment.
“Then don’t,” I whispered back, and he stilled for a fraction of a second, pressing his forehead to mine as a strained groan left him.
“You don’t understand what that means.”
I frowned, confusion flickering through me, but he didn’t give me time to ask.
“My demon,” he said, his voice rougher now, less controlled.
“He needs to be sated, too.” Something in my chest tightened at that, despite not fully understanding the depth of what he meant.
“I don’t want to frighten you,” he added, quieter now, though the warning in it only made my pulse spike harder.
“This is who I am, Eliza,” he said, his gaze locking onto mine.
“Who I have always been. I can’t hold back with you... not any longer… not this time… My demon, he…”
His jaw flexed.
“He craves you as much as I do.”
Something in his expression shifted then, something darker pushing forward and pressing closer to the surface.
“All of me… every part, every facet… needs a taste of you,” he continued, his voice dropping lower before a beat passed.
“The question is… will you let him?”
I swallowed, my heart racing. I was nervous, pieces of me scared even, yet despite all that, I instinctively knew I was already too far gone to turn back now. I wouldn’t have even if I’d had the choice.
So, I nodded.
Rising slightly, I brushed my lips against his as I whispered,
“I want it all.”
The sound that left him in response wasn’t entirely human, something deeper threading through it, a rough, fractured mix of hunger and release.
And then…
Everything changed.
“Do not be frightened of me, little one,” he said, though his voice was already shifting, thickening with something darker.
His body tensed beneath my touch, shadows beginning to seep from him, curling along his skin like living things. The tattoos now slithering beneath his pale flesh, like dark serpents beneath the water.
His eyes darkened further, swallowing the blue and then the glowing silver, and his veins briefly glowed green before fading into something far more unnatural.
The air thickened.
And then his wings erupted behind him.
They were huge!
Far larger than anything the space should have been able to contain, stretching wide enough to consume the room.
Their vast span forced the very air to shift around them as their edges brushed against the floor and ceiling.
Shadows bled from their movement, trailing in thick, living ribbons that curled and coiled in their wake.
It was as though the darkness itself answered to him.
The sheer size of them made everything feel smaller, tighter, as if the world had been forced to bend, to reshape itself simply to accommodate what he truly was.
But it wasn’t just their size.
It was what they carried.
A heavy, ancient power that pressed into my chest with every careful move they made. Their texture was somewhere between feathers and something far more unnatural. Each was edged with something that felt less like creation and more like something born from shadow itself.
He was terrifying.
And yet… I couldn’t look away.
Because there was something undeniably beautiful in it too, something raw and wild that held me captive just as surely as the fear did.
I didn’t have long to take it in.