Page 89 of Gothikana

‘Where, Corvina?’ he crooned, kissing the side of her neck. ‘Your mouth, your pussy, your ass? Where do you want it?’

The blush on her face was a riot.

‘My pussy.’

He pushed a finger inside her as a reward and Corvina sucked it in, so needy and so wet she was dripping down her thighs.

She felt him line up behind her, so familiar yet so new every time and gasped as she experienced him push in, the fullness at the angle between excruciating and ecstatic. Her head fell back on his shoulder, her palms pressing into the glass as he kissed her shoulder and her neck, his hands caging her between the glass and his body.

‘My beautiful, sexy little witch.’ He pushed inside her slowly, going so deep she could feel the pulsing of his cock against every inner wall. ‘Telling me she feels the same. Fucking made for me. My madness.’

His words, breathed in her ear, so soft, so tender, contrasted with the thrill of their rendezvous, sending delicious bursts of fire and joy through her bloodstream.

‘Your universe made you for me, didn’t it?’ he asked tenderly, one of his hands falling to cup her breast. ‘And it made me the man I am for you. So I could give you what you need. Do I give you what you need?’

Corvina turned her face sideways, their lips aligned. ‘You give me more.’

‘Fuck.’ He kissed her, thrusting in deep, swallowing the sound of her moan. His lips trailed down her neck again, and Corvina rested her head on his shoulder, spreading her legs wider to ease his motion.

A sudden sensation of phantom ants crawling over her skin made her freeze.

Corvina lifted her head to look around, her eyes falling to her reflection in the glass, and saw her eyes blackened completely.

‘What is it?’ She heard his voice from behind her as another came to her head, a voice she hadn’t heard in weeks, accompanied by that scent of decay.

‘You didn’t find me.’

Chills skittered over her body, and she was suddenly empty and turned around.

‘What did you see?’ he demanded, his eyes serious as he tucked himself in and came to her.

She opened her mouth to speak but the voice came again.

‘I needed you to find me. You’re next.’

She began to shake, gripping her hair, not understanding what was happening to her mind. It had stopped. It was supposed to have stopped. She hadn’t heard a voice or seen a shadow in weeks. It had been blissful. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not again. Because it just meant her mind was still splintered.

‘No, no, no, no, no,’ she started to chant, rocking like she used to when something upset her as a kid, closing her eyes, trying to escape.

A tight pain in her scalp made her snap out of it.

Vad stood before her, looking pissed and concerned, gripping her hair tightly in his fist as he tilted her face up, demanding all her concentration.

‘Talk to me,’ he commanded, and she caved, gripping his wrists, her head slightly clearing. He gentled his hold a bit but didn’t let it go, his silver eyes intense on hers in the moonlight and the candlelight.

‘I heard the girl again,’ she began, detailing exactly what she’d seen and experienced, and what the voicehad said.

‘I don’t even understand how my subconscious could be doing this,’ she said after she finished. ‘I don’t know what clues it could have picked up to make this happen. And why now? Why when we were in the middle of—’ Her voice broke on a sob, all the confusion, the frustration, the fear, the anxiety mounting inside her, trying to drag her deep into the pit of despair the likes of which she would never recover from intact, not with her genetic history.

‘Hey, hey, come here.’ Vad pulled her in closer, engulfing her in his arms. Corvina inhaled a lungful of his scent, replacing the ugliness the voice carried with the warmth of the burning woods and headiness of the brandy, a scent she recognised in the marrow of her bones. He tucked her in tight, rooting her in place, anchoring her, protecting her from things neither of them understood or knew about.

Corvina buried her nose in his chest, wrapping her arms around him, taking in the comfort he gave, a comfort she had been unfamiliar with until him, her frame tucking perfectly with his.

He held her for long moments, pressing soft kisses to the top of her head, swaying her slightly and Corvina let her heart settle, her mind clear, and her eyes open.

She pulled away a bit and looked up at him. ‘Sorry for pulling out of the moment. Literally.’

His lips curled slightly as he cupped her face, his thumbs wiping the tears she hadn’t even realised had fallen down her cheeks. ‘You feelingokay now?’

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