Chapter 4 Carla
CARLA
The kiss deepens between us, his lips pressing against mine, sending sparks of electricity throughout my body.
Amari’s touch is reverent, each caress of his hands against my skin.
This is worship—pure and simple. His tongue slides against mine, tasting, exploring, as if he’s mapping every inch of me.
We spend hours like this, lips locked, bodies pressed together, wrapped in each other’s arms on the web. The sun begins its slow descent in the sky, painting the forest with golden hues. I’ve never felt more content, more at peace than in these moments with him.
Amari holds me close, his strong arms wrapped around my waist as we gaze up at the setting sun filtering through the trees.
“I could stay like this all day,” I whisper against him. “I used to do this all the time before I met you and before Limbo.”
He runs his fingers through my curls, working through the tangles. “I’ll make more of an effort for us to have more date nights like this.”
I sit up, frowning at him. His constant selflessness sometimes frustrates me. “It’s been almost two years and all you do is cater to me. There should be more than this. I need to start supporting the things you love too.”
He sits up, surprise flickering across his features. “You do all the time. You tolerate my massive coven and you choose me over Limbo.”
“I’m always going to choose you, Amari.” The words come easily, because they’re true. Nothing—not power, not destiny, not even my duties in Limbo—could make me walk away from him.
Something flashes in his eyes—fear, raw and undiluted. I’ve seen that look before, in moments when he thinks I might leave him. I place my hand on his cheek, my thumb tracing the line of his beard.
I cannot deny the fear that lives in me,” Amari admits. “And I’ve tried to make it go away, but I simply cannot. I fear losing you, all the time, Carla. You are a very powerful witch, and the more time we spend together, the more I see that you are meant for more than just Wintermoon.”
I press my forehead to his, breathing in his scent. “If I have to choose between—”
Amari places a finger to my lips, silencing me. “I will never let you do that.”
Fire sparks within me, that stubborn defiance he both loves and struggles with. “I don’t care what you say. I’ll never let anyone or anything take you from me, not even Mother Fate herself,” I hiss, the words fierce and unapologetic.
A smile spreads across Amari’s face, pride and love shining in his eyes. “Now can I finally take you home and make love to you?”
I nod, suddenly desperate to feel him against me, inside me. I release my magic, pink webs swirling from my fingertips as I lower the web to the forest floor. Amari helps me stand once we reach the ground, his hands steady and strong.
“I need to feed you again,” he says, eyeing me with concern.
“You first,” I reply with a grin.
He chuckles. “Don’t you dare threaten me with a good time.”
His smile widens as he watches my magic fade away, and before I can react, he scoops me into his arms. The world blurs around us as he flashes me back to the palace with his vampire speed, stopping at the edge of the stairs. He carries me slowly up each step, his eyes never leaving mine.
“What about Bobby, Tofi...” I start, suddenly remembering our responsibilities.
“I’ll get to them later,” Amari interrupts, his voice low but gentle. “Only you now, and please don’t argue with me baby. I just want to love you. Don’t punish me for that.”
I relax in his arms, letting him have his way. Sometimes it’s easier to surrender to Amari’s devotion than to fight it. He carries me into our bedroom, the space warm and familiar, and gently sets me down on the plush bed.
The dual sensation tips me over. Pleasure crashes through me in waves, my legs shaking as he keeps going, keeps licking and sucking like he’s trying to capture every drop. My hand presses harder against my mouth, muffling my cries as my body convulses with the force of it.
I’m not quite ready for a round of his impressive bear fucking, but denying lovemaking with him is not something I’m going to do. Ever.
Amari crawls into bed, his eyes never leaving mine. “Now, back to where we left off,” he purrs.
“Lemonade!” I call out loudly, smirking at him.
“Amari narrows his eyes, his gaze turning predatory. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”
“I’ve only been back home a day,” I counter. “You aren’t about to break me.”
“Another time,” he promises, climbing on top of me.
I surrender myself to him as his lips find mine in a passionate kiss that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. His hands are everywhere. Caressing my breasts, skimming over my sides. I arch into his touch, craving more, needing more.
Amari takes his time stripping me out of my dress, his fingers trailing over each newly exposed inch of skin. When he peels off my panties, his grip tightens on my hips.
“Beautiful,” he whispers against my skin as he kisses his way up my body.
His lips find my neck, sucking and licking at my claim mark, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.
I gasp when he moves lower, capturing a nipple between his lips.
His tongue swirls around the sensitive peak, teeth grazing just enough to make me moan.
He pays equal attention to the other breast before continuing his journey downward.
“Starting where I left off,” he murmurs against my inner thigh.
When his tongue finally finds my center, I nearly come off the bed.
My fingers thread through his short curls, holding him to me as he devours me.
He knows exactly how to build me up, exactly where to touch, to lick, to suck until I’m crying out his name.
My first orgasm crashes over me in waves of intense pleasure that leave me gasping for breath.
But Amari doesn’t stop. He continues his assault, his tongue working my swollen flesh without mercy. He slides two fingers inside me, curling them just right, and I’m coming again, harder this time, my body shaking with the force of it.
Only then does he finally move up my body, positioning himself over me. His eyes lock with mine as he slides his dick inside me, filling me completely. The stretch is exquisite, my body still sensitive from my previous orgasms.
“You feel like heaven,” he groans, his voice strained with the effort of restraint.
He begins to move, slow at first, then with increasing urgency. My nails dig into his shoulders as he drives into me, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I wrap my legs around his waist, drawing him deeper.
The pressure builds inside me again, winding tight. When it finally breaks, I cry out his name, my inner walls clenching around him. Amari follows me over the edge, his body tensing as he finds his release.
But instead of collapsing beside me, he withdraws and flips me over, pulling me onto my hands and knees. I barely have time to catch my breath before he’s inside me again, somehow still hard, still wanting.
“Again?” I gasp, my voice hoarse.
He doesn’t respond, just grips my hips firmly as he begins to pound into me from behind. His pace is brutal, unforgiving, driving into me without pause. I’m still so sensitive that every movement sends shockwaves of pleasure-pain through me.
I’m thrown into another intense orgasm so quickly it takes me by surprise. He continues his brutal pace, driving me through it as I collapse onto my forearms, unable to hold myself up anymore.
He switches angles, hitting new spots inside me that make me cry out. The sound fills the room—our bodies, my moans, his grunts. It’s too much, too intense. I throw my hand back, signaling him to ease up, but Amari is too caught up in the passion.
Both at once tip me over. Pleasure crashes through me in waves, my legs shaking as he keeps going, keeps licking and sucking like he’s trying to capture every drop. My hand presses harder against my mouth, muffling my cries as my body convulses with the force of it.
When he gets like this, it’s pointless to try to slow him down. He slaps my hand away and continues to pound into me, his grip on my hips almost bruising in its strength.
Amari grunts behind me, his rhythm faltering as he nears his own climax. He switches angles one last time, the new position sending me spiraling into yet another intense orgasm as he finally reaches his peak, his body shuddering against mine.
“I’m wiped out, there’s nothing left, Amari,” I mumble, my body boneless and spent.
But he isn’t finished. He pulls out of me and flips me onto my back. I stare at him in disbelief.
“You’re going to make me pass out again,” I warn him, but there’s no real heat behind my words.
Amari climbs on top of me, gasping for breath. He rolls on the bed, pulling me with him until I’m straddling him, his dick still inside me. He sits up with me in his lap, our bodies slick with sweat, our breathing ragged.
“You are a vision,” he whispers, reverence in his voice, “a goddess descended from the heavens.”
His words wash over me, warm and sweet.
“I’m not supposed to have you,” he says suddenly, and I open my mouth to argue, but he continues, “but I pray to Mother Fate every day, thanking her for blessing me with you.”
“Amari—” I start, but he keeps going.
“I haven’t been perfect with my immortality,” he confesses, “and having you now, my embodiment of perfection gracing me with the privilege of her heart, her body, her soul, I see that now.”
He pauses, his eyes searching mine.
A tear escapes him, sliding down his cheek, and I gasp, immediately snapping my mouth shut. Seeing Amari cry is so rare, so precious, that it renders me silent.
“I love you, Carla,” he says, his voice thick with emotion. “I love our children. I love this life we live. It is everything to me, and nothing measures up and nothing ever will.”
I reach out, swiping the tear from his face with my thumb before leaning in to plant a gentle kiss against his lips.
“What am I going to do with you?” I ask, my voice soft.
“Just love me,” he pleads. “Please, just love me.”
“I do,” I promise, and he closes his eyes, pressing his forehead against mine.
For a moment, we stay like this, connected in body and soul. Then a thought occurs to me.
“Feed on me,” I tell him.
He pulls back, surprise flashing across his features before his lips curve into a smile. He gently strokes my cheek, moving some of my curls from my sweaty face. “Not tonight. I just want to enjoy you.”
“Please,” I insist.
Amari’s smile widens. “You really are trying to spoil me right now.”
“Yep, I told you I’m trying to cater to you, you a-hole,” I retort, and he chuckles.
“Careful,” he warns playfully, “you spoil me too much and I’m gonna end up finding a way to follow you into Limbo.”
“I’m working on that,” I admit.
He pauses, his gaze locking onto mine. “Really?”
“Yes,” I nod. “I don’t think it’s good for you to stay there long, but I think it’s possible—for you to come with me sometimes.”
He smiles, hope lighting his features. “I know Tofi would really like that.” I tell him.
“I do love Tofi,” he says, his voice filled with emotion. “I love all my children, and I love their mother with every fiber of my being.”
“Shut up and bite me,” I order, unable to take any more of his sweetness.
Amari chuckles and moves the hair from my neck as I tilt my head, offering myself to him. He extends his fangs and bites down on my neck, breaking the skin.
The initial sting fades quickly, replaced by waves of pleasure that radiate throughout my body. This is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before him—this perfect union of pain and pleasure, of giving and taking. The act is intimate, sacred, beautiful.
His lips move against my neck as he drinks, each pull making me clench. I feel him grip my hip with his free hand, positioning me as he continues to feed. Sliding me down on his dick, he bounces me up and down, creating a rhythm that matches the pull of his mouth on my neck.
I moan, digging my nails into his shoulders as both overwhelm me. The pleasure builds, coiling tight inside me, ready to explode. He takes his fangs out of my neck, sealing the wound with his saliva.
“Next time I’m drinking from your thigh after I feast on your pussy,” he whispers against my ear.
His dirty talk sends me over the edge instantly, my body convulsing around him as I come with a cry of his name. Amari follows shortly after, his release triggering one last aftershock from me.
He collapses on the bed with me on top of him, our bodies still joined, our breathing gradually slowing. His arms wrap around me, holding me close as I feel sleep beginning to claim me. His fingers gently tangle in my curls while his other hand rubs soothing circles on my back.
“I love you,” he whispers over and over, the words a lullaby that carries me toward sleep. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
Is this what heaven feels like? If so, I never want to leave.