Chapter 13 Ambrose
Ambrose
I don’t think I understand.
Ihit send as I looked back up at the movie playing in the soft darkness of my theater room. The male lead was getting a ride from security as he rushed through the airport, pushing through crowds of people cheering him on.
My phone buzzed and I looked down. A soft laugh escaped me as Harper’s message lit up my phone.
You’re a man. Real men don’t get it.
I followed her earlier instructions and I didn’t pause the movie as I responded.
I could almost hear her voice in my ear, that half-teasing, half-serious tone as she lectures me about the sanctity of synchronized viewing.
The more time I spent with her the more I realized just how much the ripples of her touch have spread to the deepest parts of myself. Parts I thought I had locked away.
I had become so used to being alone, to finding peace in my own presence. Yet now, as I typed out another message, the thought of going back to that lonesomeness stirred something uncomfortable in my chest.
How could I ask her to stay when everything between us rested on fragile lies? Harper, of course, had a reason to lie. She was desperate at the time we started. Scared. But me? What reason did I have outside of my own selfishness?
Try me. Why does he chase her? Why not call her? Text her?
Her reply came almost instantly.
It’s about the gesture. He’s spent the whole movie putting himself above her—his job, his ego, everything.
This isn’t just about wanting her, it’s about showing her that he sees her. That’s why people do grand gestures. Because sometimes words just… aren’t enough.
And what words was I searching for? What words could I pluck to make sense of this? How could I comfort myself when every moment with her felt like a countdown edging us closer to the last?
Still feels impractical. What if she got on the plane while he was sprinting through the terminal?
She wouldn’t have. It’s a movie. And in movies, the man always gets the girl.
Seems foolish.
That’s the best part. A man who’s a complete fool for her? That’s what women want. You know what I mean?
“No,” I whispered as I stared at her words. “But I think I am starting to…”
Why did you join the app? I mean a woman like you surely has options. Are you also looking for a fool?
You don’t even know what I look like. How do you know if I am pretty or not?
Your laugh.
The way you smell like flowers after a rainstorm as you walk past me.
How your touch is always gentle, even though you know you could never hurt me. You still touch me like I’m something fragile. Something to be cherished.
The way you care. Not just about yourself, but about everything. Everyone.
How could you not be beautiful?
Even as a Hellborne… if I were to believe that God ever got anything right, it would be you, Flower.
You are the one thing this world got right.
And I don’t need to see you to know that.
You are flattering me
I don’t do flattery, Flower.
I guess… I just want something for myself. I want to travel but I need money to do that.
Then, when this is done, I will buy you an airline. You can travel anytime you want.
Stop joking around.
I’m not.
You don’t know how much you mean to—
My fingers hovered over the keypad before hitting delete.
You don’t know how much you have helped me. Let me help you too.
The typing bubbles bounced around on my screen. Popping up and then disappearing again.
I couldn’t stop the corners of my lips from twitching up, already picturing her over-thinking her response.
We will see.
“We will see,” I whispered through a smile.
And in that moment, something shifted.
Like an echo of something ancient and true had just awoken inside me. And with it, so did a desperation to cling onto this feeling.
Before I could fall into Harper’s bad habit of over thinking, I sent another text.
Come over.
The marble floor bit into my knees—cold and unyielding. I had made others kneel like this before. Had commanded obedience. I reveled in the way power dripped from my touch, my presence.
But now?
Now as the blindfold tightened around my head like a leash, and her footsteps echoed closer, my blood ignited—a slow burn that licked up my spine and coiled low in my gut.
I should have felt humiliation. Instead, I burned for her. Each step she took feeding this ceaseless hunger—this desperation for her touch.
For salvation. Or perhaps damnation. I didn’t know anymore.
All I knew was that I needed her—any piece of her, in any capacity—however she chose to give herself to me.
The footsteps stopped in front of me. Reaching forward, I found her legs, raking my claws up her bare calves as a soft gasp escaped her.
Fuck… that sound was enough to make me want to rip the blindfold off just to see what expression she would make.
I worked my hands up the back of her thighs and over the curve of her ass, pushing away the fabric, which in this moment felt like sacrilege for simply existing.
I raked my teeth up her inner thigh, biting down just hard enough to hear her breath hitch. Bunching her dress in one hand, I used my other to feel along the lace of her panties, her sweet scent coaxing me closer until my breath feathered her sex.
“Can I kiss you?” I rasped, my fingers already hooking under the band.
Two taps.
I closed the offensive space between us, kissing her pussy as both tips of my tongue find her clit. I moaned as her taste flooded my mouth—intoxicating and overwhelming— caressing my tongue with the closest thing I would ever know to anything holy.
Each stroke of my tongue an orison. Each moan, each whimper from her a gift for my worship.
And if it meant receiving her gifts, I would spend eternity on my knees.
Her hands fell on my horns, guiding me closer to where she wanted me—needed me—to kiss her. And I did.
Harder.
Deeper.
Faster.
I kissed her until her knees went weak, until her legs shook, and until I earned the sweet taste of her pleasure fully sated as she rode my face, finishing on my tongue.
Guiding her with my hands, I laid her down on the floor. I kissed every inch of her body as I crawled up, leaving my mark on the most hidden parts of her.
“I hope you are not too tired, Flower. I don’t plan on letting you sleep tonight.”