132. Lazarus
LAZARUS
“Darling, why are we in a broom closet?” My nostrils flare at the scent of stale cheese and mildew as I will a blanket into one hand and tug it around Violette’s drenched and still nude form.
Staring up at me with wide eyes, her bottom lip quivers, and she spreads her hands across my chest as though to soothe herself.
Only a sliver of amber light shines from beneath the edge of the closed door.
Her voice is a whisper. “I didn’t know where else to go. ”
Cradling her jaw, I stroke my thumbs over her cheeks. “Where would you like to go, precious seraphim?”
She draws in a deep breath as her delicate brow knits with trepidation. “To find Tempus.”
My entire being stills.
Several silent moments pass as unease spreads through me like poison in water.
Tempus?
She must wish to bargain with him... to alter something in history. There is no other reason she could possibly wish to speak with him.
And the mere fact that she has even spoken his name has likely drawn his omniscient eye.
Hellish. Fuck.
“Darling... I would beg you not to see him.
You wish to bargain? He is not a fair god.
He is mad, and even more manipulative...
" My throat seems to close around the question. I’m nearly too terrified to learn the answer.
“Is there some part of history you wish to change?” I hesitate, studying her gaze. “... Something about our meeting?”
Violette’s anxious expression softens in recognition of my insecurity, replacing it with a tenderness and adoration that never fails to make my heart leap. “What did we say, dominu cordix eta anima mea?”
Owner of my heart and soul.
The endearment steals my breath, yet again.
Standing on tiptoe, she caresses my jaw. My cheekbones.
My heart flutters as my eyes dip to her tongue sweeping delicately across her plump lips.
Akash almighty, this goddess has me fucking enraptured.
Violette presses a soft, almost chaste kiss to my lower lip as her husky voice drops to nigh a whisper. “There is no amount of suffering I wouldn’t endure..."
Her lips travel to the corner of my mouth, gifting me another kiss. “No price I wouldn’t pay..."
The hand cradling my jaw, tightens its grip as she adorns the apple of each of my cheeks with more kisses. “No bargain I wouldn’t make..."
Her nails sink to the edge of pain as she licks a stripe up the column of my throat until she reaches my ear, and murmurs, “... So long as it leads me to you.”
It is an absolute physiological feat that my heart hasn’t burst in my chest. That my blood and life force isn’t spilling out and collecting itself into a vessel as offering to her.
Violette’s teeth scrape against my ear lobe before she sucks it into her mouth and releases it with a soft pop. “Do you understand?”
She draws back to study my gaze and I finally exhale the breath I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding.
With a gentle firmness, I grasp the back of each of her thighs to lift and drag her against me.
Her arms thread behind my neck as I pin her against the column of a shelf littered with various towels and cleaning implements.
Lowering my mouth to her jaw, my words are spoken so low, they’re nearly a growl that resonates from the depths of my soul. “I understand, dominu cordix eta anima mea..."
The tip of my nose traces her jaw, and down her throat. “I understand that you are mine..." I scrape my teeth along sensitive flesh, making her breath hitch. “Mind, body, heart, and soul..." My fangs tease her throat with a bite. “As I am yours.”
The blanket slides off her shoulders and pools by our feet. One of my hands glides up the curve of her hip, the dip in her waist, and up to cradle one heavy breast as my thumb sweeps over its peaked nipple.
Violette exhales on a soft moan, shuddering in my arms as her hips give a small thrust forward, seeking friction. Her words are spoken with zero conviction. “Wait, you have to take me to Tempus..."
I reply with a noncommittal grunt as my shadows wrap around her thighs, cradle her hips, and lift her higher. A clatter erupts beside us as we knock over a bouquet of brooms and mops with our movements. Violette giggles even as she curses.
Chuckling, I lower my mouth to her other breast, and suck her areola into my mouth; nip and tease its tight little bud with my tongue.
Violette whimpers in response, needy hips thrusting forward again. “Oh, fuck..."
I hum my approval from around my mouthful.
My shadows spread her thighs wide and I draw back to look upon her beauty–my bounty.
Parted, pink, and already glistening with both need and promise.
The hand at her breast travels down to her core.
Her pussy clenches beneath my gaze. My thumb sweeps from her weeping entrance and rises to circle her clit, summoning a whimper from her throat.
A corner of my lips tip up in a half-grin as my thumb continues to tease her little pearl. “Tell me what I have to do again, darling?”
Her glare is withering, even as unseen hands undo my belt and trousers, tugging them down my hips. My head tips back with laughter. “Not yet, seraphim. I need to taste you first.”
Dropping to one knee, I drop my forehead to her mons, breathing in her scent as I silently utter a prayer of eternal gratitude to Akash for blessing me with this female.
My hands slide over the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, grazing closely to her center. Violette’s fingers card through my hair, fisting a palmful of my strands to roughly guide my gaze back to hers. “You will take me to Tempus... After.”
“So long as my path will still lead to yours, then yes. Your will is my own, and I am yours to command.”
Her throat dips, gaze studying mine before she finally nods, voice dropping to a whisper. “Even in death, my love..."
I dip my head in affirmation. “Even in death.”
Holding her gaze, I use the flat of my tongue to collect the honey dripping from her core before trailing up to her clit.
The whimper that escapes her heightens to a breathy moan as I suck it between my lips.
Her back arches and the fist in my hair tightens to the point of pain and I groan my pleasure.
My tongue teases the hood, causing her to buck against me. “That’s it, anima mea..."
She writhes in my shadows, voice breathy with need. “Laz..."
I hum against her before releasing her clit with a soft pop and sliding two digits inside of her, and I can’t help but be awed by the sight of how prettily her folds part for me; how she clenches around the thick intrusion of my middle and forefinger.
“Look at this gorgeous pussy, so fucking needy and desperate, isn’t she? ”
She moans and her hips rock in counter to the sliding, gradual stroke of my fingers. “Gods, yes..."
My mouth returns to her clit to lick, suck and tease and tease her to the edge.
“So fucking delicious, Violette... I wouldn’t last a day without you now that I’ve had you.” She whimpers, nodding in agreement as her free hand seeks out mine and her gaze returns to me. Those small actions alone are all it takes for my heart to flutter and throb with the sweetest pain.
Not even a minute has passed before her muscles tighten with the coiling energy of approaching orgasm. If I didn't sense her urgency to meet Tempus—or perhaps if we weren’t in a broom closet—I would edge her until she begged for release.
Violette’s keening moan heralds the spasming of her tight channel as I lap up her release and my drenched fingers continue their work.
Fuck, this female has consumed me.
Before her, I was numb, but she has singlehandedly revived my desire for life and all that it has to offer—euphoria and pain alike, so long as it is with her.
My cock twitches, hard and aching with need for her.
“Do you want my cock, seraphim?”
She nods, making a breathless sound. “Please..."
Holding Violette’s gaze, I rise to my feet, will my clothes away, and wrap my fist around my engorged length.
Tongue sneaking between her parted lips, her eyes drop to watch as my hand gradually strokes up and down.
Violette’s hands grasp my hips as she spreads her legs wider.
A thick, clear, glistening string of pre-cum stretches from my crown that I sweep through her folds, but I hesitate to push into her entrance.
“Tell me you want me, Violette. My cock. My seed. My blood..."
“I want all of you, Lazarus. I always have. Even when I was with Lucen. Even after I met Levi. Even when I thought it a sin to long for you, no matter how I tried to deny it.”
My heart swells to bursting. “You swear it?”
Her lips twitch with amusement. “You have no idea how many times I thought of only you when touching myself, or..." That hint of a smile dies. “... Or when I was at work.”
My cock slides over her clit, beyond to her stomach as I lean forward to cradle her head in my hands. My chest feels as if it’s cracking open at the idea of her having to endure such a profession when it's clear she didn’t enjoy it.
“I would bargain with Tempus to alter that fate for you, seraphim. Change it so that I was there to rescue you..."
My words drift as realization settles in... It wouldn’t exactly be me rescuing her. It would be my original self... And although, it is still me... It also feels like a different person.
Violette strokes my cheeks with her thumbs as her eyes search mine, and she shakes her head. “There is no pain I wouldn’t endure for you, remember?”
My eyes slip shut and I lower my forehead to hers. My heart thuds heavy and full. “I love you, and I wish for nothing more than to spend the rest of eternity proving it to you.”
The words, no matter their verity, are insufficient. Words alone will never be able to fully express the depths of my love for this female.
My mouth captures hers in a soft and sensual dance of lips, tongues, and teeth.
Tenderly at first.
Seeking.
Exploratory.
And most of all...
Reverent.
All while my hands and shadows caress the valleys and peaks of her body.