Darkness Comes (23 page)

He smiled suddenly, brilliant and beautiful, “I’ve killed more.”

How could she not love him? “Still….”

“Malorie.” He spoke in his maddeningly calm voice. “She’s not a threat.”

“Are you sure?” At his decisive nod, she looked away, unable to bear looking at him a moment longer, not when he was ripping her heart from her chest. “I think she has all of you fooled.”

“And I think you are seeing disaster where none exist.” Amusement crept into his voice as he coolly reminded her, “You’ll be a thousand miles away in a few weeks and none of this will matter.”

“You’re really letting us go?” Stunned, she could hear her heart break in the sound of her voice. Staring at the floor, unable to look at him as he shredded her soul, she whispered, “You’re letting me go?”

“Yes.”

Biting her lips and trying to keep from crying, she simply asked, “Why?”

He was silent for a long, long while before he softly replied, “You make me weak.”

“That’s why you’ve been avoiding me?” Her world shifted on its axis as she inserted this new data into her system and found that it changed everything. Awe filled her voice as tears filled her eyes. “I thought… I thought you couldn’t forgive me because of Jack.”

“I told you that I do not hold you responsible for another person’s actions.” He scowled at her for her lack of trust. “But the fact remains, you make me weak and that makes me uncomfortable; you have too much power over me just by sharing my blood.”

“It’s only fair, considering the power you have over me without even trying,” she shot back. But there was no going back; he still meant to send her away and she still meant to have one taste of him. In spite of his words, he wanted it, too; she could see it in his eyes.

“Once the bond is severed, my power over you will end as well,” he returned with his familiar mocking smile. “It’s what you have been wanting since I found you.”

“It is.” She felt everything come together, knowing this was going to be her last chance, her only chance. She straightened her spine and held her chin up high and faced the man that had haunted her dreams for almost a decade; the man she loved with her entire being. Folding her arms beneath her breasts, she took a deep breath, “I’ll go but you must do something for me.”

“Malorie,” His eyes were haunted as he looked at her.

“Give me one night.”

He looked at her with such tortured need it tore the breath from her throat. Then he opened his arms, letting her make the first move, “Are you sure?”

“I want this.” She closed the distance between them and stepped into his arms, leaning against him and feeling the strength of his hard body against the length of hers. Turning her head slightly, brushing her lips over his heart, feeling the steady rhythm of his pulse and the heat of his skin, she repeated herself, “I want this.”

His arms wrapped more tightly around her, pulling her further into his warm body. His breath moved over the shell of her ear as he whispered, “Gods forgive me, but so do I.”

She tilted her chin up and suddenly his mouth was there and she was finally, finally kissing him. He cradled her head in his warm hands and spent long, heaven sent moments just kissing her, learning the shape of her mouth, the taste of her lips as she did the same. She wanted to lose herself in the firm ripeness of his decadent lips, she wanted to make this moment last forever and go on kissing him until time ended and there was nothing left but him.

The sleek heat of his tongue glided over her lips and she let him in, tasting the overwhelming sensuality of Feryn, drowning in his essence. Her heart beat for him, her spirit hungered for him; her body, her soul, belonged to him. And still he kissed her with all consuming passion and she was melting for him. Her body trembled and she couldn’t get enough; she wanted to devour him, be devoured by him. His tongue moved against hers, the sensation so exquisite she couldn’t stop a low moan from escaping.

She could feel the hot and solid length of his heavy penis straining against his pants and hungered even more. He gently rocked his hips against her and walked her slowly, inexorably backwards to the large bed that she had been sleeping in all alone these past few weeks. And as she lay back, he followed her down, never removing his lips from hers.

“Please, Feryn,” she whispered, tilting her head back and allowing him access to her sensitive neck. She felt his fangs brush against the delicate skin and she wanted him to bite her, to drink of her, but he held back. She slid further onto the bed and he chased after her, kissing her throat, the curve where her neck met her shoulder, her jaw. His teeth grazed against her skin but still he did not bite. “Please.”

Trailing kisses along her collar bone, he unbuttoned the front of her dress and she quaked like a virgin. Spreading the dress open, he exposed her feminine body to his hungry gaze and in that moment she felt as if she were the most beautiful, the most desirable woman in the world, unconcerned about the jagged scars that marred her belly.

Her full breasts were encased in a lacy bra and he captured the lace covered nub between his teeth, a surge of pleasure whipping through her body when he drew it into the depths of his mouth. Her bra grew damp around her hard nipple and her soul glowed with arousal. He ran his hand down her neck, over the curve of her other breast. Cupping the soft flesh, he brushed his thumb over her nipple until it pebbled and she had to bite back a moan.

Her hands moved over his muscled shoulders, tugging at the material of his shirt, desperate to feel his naked skin. He sat back and pulled the shirt off, giving her a moment to appreciate his body, from the dusting of black hair around his small, dark nipples, trailing from his navel to the top of his pants to the contours of his chiseled physique. He was devastating in his strength and masculine perfection. She stared at his chest with naked hunger; desperate to taste him.

She sat up, letting the sleeves of her dress fall off her shoulders and leaving her body all but bare. Reverently, she reached out and lightly trailed her fingers over the hard muscles of his pectorals, the ridged muscles over his ribs, the hard planes of his stomach. Lifting her chin, she lost herself in the green depths of his eyes. Holding his gaze, she reached between them and undid his pants, pushing them over his thighs and releasing his erection.

Her gaze dropped to his cock and she felt her eyes widen in trepidation. As an Aradian male, an Aradian warrior, he was… well equipped, thick and long and curving slightly as it touched his hard belly; she had never seen such an extraordinary penis. He held himself still as she ran her hand along the steel forged length. Slowly, reverently, she traced the heavy veins and followed the curve of the plum-shaped head. Bending her head, she kissed the bead of moisture from the tip, closing her eyes at the heady, musky taste of him.

“Your anatomy is the same as a human’s,” she murmured softly, pressing her cheek against his burning erection and looking up at his face. The reality was so much more intense than her dreams; he was hotter, harder, sexier in real life. Her dreams had only offered a taste, a mere glimpse, of the depths of his passion, his breathtaking size. “Though quite a bit bigger.”

Smiling slightly at that pronouncement, he opened his eyes and looked down at her. He cradled the curve of her cheek in the palm of his hand and nodded, “Yes.”

She was captivated by every aspect of him. With one hand still stroking his cock and the other pressed against his flat stomach, she wanted to touch all of him all at once, to feel the contours of his flesh, and the heat of his skin. But she could only touch so much and it wasn’t enough. “You’re so warm, warmer than normal.”

“Aradians run hot,” he grinned, brushing his thumb over her lower lip. Bending his head, he talked against her mouth, letting his breath mix with hers. “And right now I’m on fire.”

She felt his smile as he kissed her, nudging her back down to the bed. Her breasts cushioned his chest, her smooth skin cool against his burning flesh. He drew his hand down the front of her body and cupped her between her thighs, feeling the heat and moisture of her arousal. With a smile, his hand slid into her panties, his thick finger into her sex. Her hips lifted off the bed at the first touch and she knew that it wouldn’t take much more for her to come.

He tormented her flesh, sliding his fingers into the slick and swollen flesh. Her breathing was harsh and ragged and her hips jerked as her legs twisted beneath him and he continued to torture her with pleasure. His tongue probed the depths of her mouths as his fingers pumped in and out of her sex, pushing further and further into the depths of her body, stretching her to make room for his enormous penis. It burned, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

Tearing her lips from his she gasped, “Please, Feryn; I want you to fuck me.”

“Come for me, Malorie,” he rasped, and her muscles fluttered around his fingers in orgasm. He continued to rub the hard nub of her clit, drawing out the pleasure and gentling his touch. His expression was ravenous as he watched her shatter in completion, her lips parted, her eyes dewy.

As incredible as the orgasm was, she wanted Feryn, all of him. She looked up at him with a languid, sensual grin and reached between his thighs. Curling her hand around his erection, her fingers not quite touching, she slowly moved her hand up and down the heavy and full cock. He was deliciously thick and even if it tore her apart, she wanted to take his penis into the very depths of her body, her soul. She slid her other hand further down, taking the weight of his testicles and rolling them in her palm.

His big body shuddered and she wanted a life time with him. One night was all she had and it was never going to be enough. “Fuck me, Feryn.”

Scrambling out of his pants, he grabbed her panties and tore them from her body, the savagery of his actions, the desperation, thrilling her to the bone. Then he grabbed her hips and positioned his erection at her core. “Ready?”

“Yesssss,” she hissed out in pleasure as he nudged the entrance to her womb with the painfully swollen head of his cock.

Slowly, he pushed into her, watching her eyes widen as he gradually filled her, stretching her as he progressed. Her inner muscles tightened around him, making him stop until she relaxed to accept more. And with every inch that disappeared into her body, her eyes grew bigger and bigger. She felt full but when she glanced down, she saw that there was so much more for him to give Panicking slightly, she met his eyes, “You’re never going to fit.”

“I’m almost there,” he lied; more than half of his cock was still outside of her body. She whimpered and he gently stroked her cheek, “Shh, relax.”

“You’re too big,” she squeaked, her muscles convulsing around his shaft, torturing them both with pleasure while denying him full access. Gently, he curled his fingers over her clit and shards of pleasure seeped deeper and deeper into her body. Another inch disappeared and it felt so unbelievably incredible…. Her eyes rolled back as she let out a low moan of pleasure. “Too much.”

“I’m not.” At her look of disbelief, he chuckled, “I promise.”

Continuing his delightful dance on her clit, he withdrew a bit then thrust back in, deeper than before. She was panting as her body yielded some and he eased further into her depths. He continued the slow invasion, giving her body time to adjust while constantly pushing forward. He rocked his body, moving ever deeper, stretching her, consuming her. Claiming her and making her his own.

“Oh, god, yes,” she exhaled, arching her hips and letting him slide all the way home. She shuddered around him once again and she nearly died of fiery pleasure. He stretched her to the very limit, burning the tender flesh, and she never wanted it to end.

“See?” he choked out, grinding his pelvis against hers and smiling magnificently. He was extraordinarily beautiful when he smiled with his whole face; his green eyes lit with joy and she had to catch her breath at the… love she saw there. It was enough to break her heart because he was still sending her away. “I fit.”

“It’s perfect,” she breathed, swallowing the pain and embracing the here and now. She smiled at him, sweet and a little shy, which was surprising considering she was lying beneath him, her legs spread wide and his body buried to the balls in hers. She took him into her arms and hugged him to her, never wanting to let him go; this was the only time they had and she would love him enough to last forever.

With his cheek pressed against hers, he began rocking his hips, thrusting in and out of her body, plumbing her depths, sending her crashing into ecstasy. She felt the tips of his fangs brush against her throat and she tipped her head back, giving him permission to drink her blood. As he pierced her skin, she was flung into pleasure that was so intense, she blacked out for a moment. When she came to, he was pounding into her, his throat moving every time he swallowed, every time his body slammed into hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling his muscles ripple beneath his skin and reveling in his strength.

Her finger nails dug into his shoulders, holding onto him, afraid of letting go and spinning out of control. The bed groaned under the intensity of their fucking and she knew that it would only be a matter of time before it crumbled into dust. Orgasm after orgasm ratcheted through her body, each one more powerful than the last until every cell in her body was exploding in frenzied madness; she was never going to survive making love with Feryn.

She was flung headlong into a tidal wave of pleasure; her entire body arched beneath his as he pounded into her, drawing out every moment until it reached eternity. A scream broke from her throat as another explosion was detonated deep inside her soul. She was flying and she never wanted to return to earth.