45 #2
He pulled me forward, kneeling before me as I sat in the window.
The brush of fingers by my ankles, then up my leg. As the fabric uncovered my knee, he laid a kiss on the skin, then another as he gathered the skirts.
“You remember what I told you?” I brushed my fingers through his hair.
He nodded against my skin, tipping his head to look up to me from my lap. “And if it doesn’t work?”
With a tilted head, I touched his cheek, smiling as I held his face. I leaned forward to kiss him. He reached up to hold the back of my head in place as he captured my lips.
“You were supposed to be my bride,” he whispered, cupping my cheek. Some petals from the flowers brushed against his face as they fell.
I brushed my bottom lip against his. “Then make me yours for tonight.”
“I wish to have you always, not just tonight.” With all the possessiveness of his words, he could not hide the pain in his voice.
He tipped his head to kiss my palm, then across my wrist and to my shoulder.
As he nipped at my neck, I gasped, holding him close against my skin.
“Do you know your vows?” I whispered.
He nodded as he sucked on the skin, rising to press his hips between my legs.
Every breath across my skin sent chills up my spine, every touch made me crave more of them, every heartbeat made me hurt the longer they beat together.
“To love,” he spoke against my jaw, his arms wrapping around my waist as he leaned forward.
“To cherish.” I looked up at the night sky as he peppered kisses up my neck.
“To obey.” His chin touched mine as he dipped me farther.
My arms spread wide on either side. My hair blew in the wind as the city’s lungs exhaled. I was caressed in the promise of freedom once more, it would only take a second of bravery and a single leap.
My arm hooked around his neck and I touched his face, my thumb pulling his bottom lip down, as if to prepare him to fully consume the words.
“Until death.”
“May he never find us apart.”
He lifted me, cupping under my thighs as he carried me from the window.
He swayed with each step. His mind was too busy on me and not enough on the path ahead. Our lips locked together, a fervor like we were running out of time. That somehow the wound would close if we felt enough, touched enough, loved enough of each other this night.
I fell back into the bed, caressed by the pillows and sheet before adding Silas’s hands and mouth brushing against every piece of skin he could.
My mind went back to the garden, where we made love in the grass. There was no helping ourselves when we gave in to our greater urges, into ourselves.
He lifted my chemise, kissing along my leg, then down my thigh. His forked tongue flicked out as his head went under the fabric of the gown.
The only thing keeping me quiet was the grip on the sheets and the bite on my knuckle.
The form between my legs lowered, and I felt the heat of his tongue swipe my inner thigh. His hand placed firmly on my abdomen, reaching upward to cup my breast.
Just the tickle of the noises in my ear made me close my eyes, my legs unable to still as they twitched.
The split tongue twisted along my clit before he sucked, swiping back and forth over the sensitive nerve. He then would slip it between the folds, his free hand keeping stimulation at the apex.
“Silas.” I pulled the fabric off his head.
He peered at me through his lashes, taking one slow drag of the tongue before kissing up the pelvic bone, then up the middle of my abdomen.
I pulled him up by the hair, pushing him down on his back to take my place.
While straddling his hips I pulled at his trousers. I tipped forward to kiss him, his hands placed on my hips.
When I finished undoing his pants, he bucked his hips up to jolt me forward.
“He’s going to kill you,” I whispered.
“Let him.”
“Silas.”
“A single moment with you is worth it,” he panted, his forehead touching mine. It was like he marveled in every touch, no matter how gentle, “even if it may be the last.”
“Don’t forget me,” I cupped his face as I captured his lips, “if it comes to it.”
“That’s like asking my lungs to forget to breathe,” he laughed at me.
“I love you, Silas,” I cried. “It hurts to let go.”
“Then never release me from your claws.” He smirked. “I will wait as long as I need to.”
“If it fails, swear to me we will make good on that promise to jump,” I whispered. “We could go back to the cliffs.”
He took both my hands and held them to his chest. Our heads did not part, our lips so close only God could hear our promise. “Until death,” he said again.
“Let him never find us apart,” I repeated.
My palms balled in his shirt, pulling it open as I lifted myself up. He helped position me, his lips never leaving my skin. He kissed my shoulder as I lowered myself onto his cock. There was a twitch as I settled on it, and my thighs were already shaking.
The deranged part of me hoped someone would see and we would both be executed right there. Defiling property, the contract said, is punishable by death.
The nightgown was pulled over my head and he tossed it away. Once done, he lay back into the pillows. His eyes followed his hands as they smoothed up my hips then down the middle, tracing the scar.
I rocked my hips, the girth of his cock pressing into me, unable to push the rest of it farther in my tense state. I leaned back, hands resting on his thighs as I lifted my hips.
Silas gasped, his grip on my thighs helping to push and pull.
My movements became rough, desperate—and then I sat up.
I couldn’t do it.
My hands covered my face as I shook my head.
Silas sat up, taking my wrists gently and removing them.
“Look at me,” he whispered, “speak to me.”
I couldn’t slow my breathing. It was spiking up faster and deeper until it was so disordered, I wasn’t properly breathing at all.
“Alina, shh.” He pulled me in, resting my head on his shoulder as he breathed deep, then a prolonged exhale. His chest against mine served as a mirror. His breathing guided mine, his pulse drumming against my ear.
I slipped my arms over his shoulders, my face buried in his neck.
He moved my hips on his lap, rolling his own and letting me go limp. One by one, my muscles let go, melting into his warmth as our bodies clung together.
There were more lubricated conditions now that came with the soothing rocking of the hips. I let him move me freely, just happy to feel him and not have to do anything but be comforted.
A soft moan left my lips, accompanied by the sound of chittering from my chest. His own purr matched mine as he pressed my hips down roughly.
I spread my legs to sit fully onto him, as much as I could as I kissed his shoulder, then neck.
He leaned me back and dragged his tongue between my breasts, his fangs exposed before biting down above one of them.
A flinch accompanied by a gasp. When I tilted my head back, I thought I could float. The flowers had fallen from my hair by now, our warm bodies pressing them into the sheets. He unlatched from my chest and licked the wounds clean, capturing another kiss from me.
I bit his lip, enough to bleed, and I sucked on it.
There was no getting enough of him, my most toxic addiction, and I was his.
“Mate with me,” I begged in between kisses, “take me now or forever hold your peace.”
“You are my peace,” he breathed, “a poison to die for.”
“Give me your venom, Creature,” I teased.
He turned us to lay me down. His body cast over me, lifting my leg as his thrusts suddenly became full of fervor. Every pound into me sent a shock through my body, another dose of whatever it is that made my heart go.
I didn’t want it to end. I didn’t want him to let go of me. Ever.
He bent over me as he thrust, his forearms resting on either side of my head as he kissed my neck.
It was so hard not to bite him while he was so close, so hot to the pulse.
His breathing became ragged and so did mine. He bit into my neck suddenly, and I cried out. He put his hand over my mouth, and I bit it on impulse.
He groaned into my neck.
I swallowed as the pain spread through my muscles but lightened with a taste of his blood.
Even as I tasted him, I refrained from biting down fully to avoid the secondary fangs. The paralysis venom was nearly as inconvenient as the—
A sharp pain between my legs.
“Silas!” I gasped, clawing his chest with my nails.
He bit down on my neck harder to keep me there. The predatory chittering sound rose and fell, vibrating against my body as he finished.
I could feel every pulse, everywhere. Blood rushing, heartbeats matching, his cock flexing. The pain didn’t ease, but it didn’t matter.
We were such violent people, with fierce natures.
The way we loved would always be vicious.
As long as we vowed to take care of each other, knowing this about ourselves, we would always come together in the end.
It was the gentle touches after bites, the sweet words after playful banter, even the way we knew our own depraved nature, to know we would always be each other’s strongest vices.
I could accept that.
I could accept him.
Us.
One more night before our games would end.
One more night basking in each other’s warmth, trading sweet words and blood.
One more night before we defined the rest of our lives.
Whether we lived or died rode on our will.
God forbid those who would come between us.