Page 30 of The Salvation

I am the only living soul in this realm.

QORA

“Do you wish to live?”

It feels like a lifetime since he last spoke those words to me. But I can’t count on my hands how many times he fucks me. Truly fucks me. Not rapes me as Kronos did with his sole intent to own me and abuse me.

Shade is nothing like this.

Unlike Kronos, with his supreme authority, the God of Souls never speaks, never commands. He leaves the commands for his hands, his tongue, his cock. All of them command my pleasure. Not through supremacy but through a possessive seduction that rocks me to the core before melting me down to my soul.

Driving a million smithereens of darkness and death into me every time until I am more alive than ever!

What I love the most is how much he lets me touch him. Not that I mind the times he’s dominant. But Shade doesn’t flinch or wither at my touch like I’m some infection.

No, it’s the opposite. His breath grows heavy when I palm his chest. His pupils dilate when I grip the chiseled and muscledglobes of his ass. And when I palm his massive and deathly cock or take him in my mouth, his whole body hardens to marble. I’ve come to treasure his body language.

Shade doesn’t just fuck me—though he’s quite superior at that, too. He is intimate.

Tonight...always night in the Court of Souls...the God drives himself deep into me upon the banks of his dark swirling river. A river of the iciest water that flows on for eternity.

“Shade!” I whisper while gripping his hips. He never commands me to moan or scream or say his name. I prefer to whisper or say nothing, so I may savor the moment, savor him. I want to breathe his scent of mist and nightmares, majestic and hypnotic gray amber, sweet wormwood, and summoning incense. And he tastes like all my sweet and deadly dreams.

The ends of my hair fall into the river, where a host of souls have gathered, to watch with their dark ghostlight glowing dimly. They are dark phantoms, silhouetted by those little soul candles for their eyes. Not ogling or fucking me like Kronos and his audiences. The souls serve as spectators to share our lovemaking like...like witnesses at a wedding.

I glow brighter. I shine with an effervescence they don’t possess. Because I am still alive. It’s why he spreads his shadowy mantle upon me anytime we are outside his room. It’s why he folds his dark wings around me. Soft as sighs, they serve as a haven, but I haven’t learned whether it’s for my protection...or theirs. The other souls.

Because it’s clear I am the only living soul in this realm.

“Qora, Qora, Qora,” he speaks my name, kissing me between each proclamation. Another thing I love.

He cups my breast, palming the flesh and curling a thumb around the taut bud. I arch my neck, giving him more. His tongue seeks mine until they dance. I feel him tremble aboveme, an impending sign. There are a million things to love about Shade.

When he grows his hardest and thrusts, hilting deep into me, all my muscles clamp down. Black mystical magic from his soul unravels me into thousands of tiny soul strings. He pauses from kissing me to gaze at me, studying those strings as I come apart for him. The only signs of him finding his release are the black veins surging to the surface of his pale skin and those eyes transforming to pure black dilated pupils. Because he is the one being who can see deep into my soul.

Whenever I fall apart, it’s the most beautiful sensation. Like shattering through those fatal smithereens and piecing myself together again. Rebirthed. The height of irony that the God of Souls, the Harbinger of Death, is the one to rebirth me.

In the wildest revelation, in this very moment, the way he looks at me...it reminds me of...of her. My heart stumbles in my chest when I consider Quintessa. And how she always looked at me so sweetly, like I was worthy of love.

Shade sees me the same way.

With his cock still twitching inside me, he lowers his lips to kiss my eyes. Tender and intimate, he prints his lips to my cheeks, brushes them along my lips, then skims them along my throat. I sigh and whimper when he touches them to my nipples and slowly suckles before his cock leaves my sex. His cold, fatalistic mouth roves across my belly, lights on my hips, and finally rubs my nether lips.

I comb my fingers through his dark strands like cold silk. Moaning, I lift my hips and lean into his kiss, into his mouth sealing to my center, lapping at our fluids and drinking from me like I am a celestial vessel. He licks my petals, my swollen folds, then captures my clit between his lips and suckles and tongues the fleshy nub with all its glorious nerves.

It’s not long before I’m crying out in climax once more.

Just as I’m coming down from my release, Shade picks me up and folds me into his dark mantle. He returns us to his room and takes care to wash my body. Silent the whole time. He tucks me naked into the bed, kisses my brow, and departs, leaving me aching for him. Bewitched. Bewildered. And dumbfounded.

He never stays. But he always leans toward me, studying me before he leaves every time. Like he wants to.

Hours later, he will return and slip into bed with me. But that’s it.

I don’t understand.

Yes, it’s beautiful—dark and beautiful. But what else does he do while I’m here? And does he intend to keep me in his room for an eternity and only let me out when we fuck?

I don’t know how long it’s been, but long enough. I shake my head with an airy laugh because Quintessa wouldn’t have stood for it. She would have escaped long ago. Or she would have chattered on until she drove the God of Soul mad with her incessant need to know everything.

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