Page 151 of Immortal Sun

There, she is staring directly at me.

I pull her back up against the marble stairs of the small pool while she gasps for air.

Her eyes widen when she looks at me, and I can’t figure out why until I look down and see sparks of light coming from my fingertips, zapping against the pool water.

Something’s wrong.

I need to walk away.

But I also need her.

“On your knees.” I barely get the sentence out. “Please!”

She falls to her knees on one of the marble steps. I grip her by the hips and turn her around. Then I shove myself inside her. As of right now, I am the only one with her. I am hers. I may as well be her partner, her mate, since she is the only one I will ever have. In an eternity of rising and falling.

I have.

Fallen.

The sun has descended.

It only knows Cleo.

I can’t stop moving my body, can’t stop feeling, something else is taking over, and it feels addicting, like the heat between her thighs, like honey on my tongue.

“Cyrus!” she yells for me. “Harder! Please, I need you.”

“Yes. Need you too. You’re my only sunrise, my only sunset,” I agree with the feel of tears down my cheeks. They spill onto her naked body marked in silver blood. No more words are spoken. We only feel. I only want her heat, she clings to mine, and while my tears stain her back I realize I will never regret this, nor will I ever be the same. I was born to rise for her the way she was born to fall into the darkness for me. For Chaos. I never needed the spear. She is the spear. She is the god killer—not just for me but for Chaos too.

Soft moans echo off the cave walls. I should tell her to run again to get as far away as possible. Instead, the word tumbles, no it crumbles from my mouth, spoken into eternity. “Stay.”

“What if I like running?”

I groan, pumping my hips harder, kissing the back of her neck, then pulling her by the hair to gain more access. “I’ll only chase. Is that what you want?”

“Is this the reward I get for being caught?” We’re both playing our old roles again, the ones where it’s just a game. It’s just fucking checkers isn’t it? But we both know it’s not. I decide to play anyway.

I must.

She’s mine.

“Every time.”

She moves her body back against me, her entire body tensing. Mouth parting, she lets out a scream that I catch on the tip of my tongue before smiling against her mouth.

She whispers, “Then tell me what to do.”

I flick her chin. “Run, little human, run for your life, and I promise I’ll capture you every time.”

“Good.” Her smile feels sad. “That’s good.”

Dripping wet, she runs, and I catch her.

She runs again. I slam her body against the rocks.

“Run,” I rasp.

When she trips, I grab her, gathering her in my arms and pressing her softly up against the rock wall. With each movement of my hips I go deeper, and I sense her soul, her feelings of need, ecstasy. When I pull out, a small tear slides down her cheek, I catch it, burning it away into one more freckle I’ll remember, then press it against my chest, where my heart should be frozen, but she’s healed it. Where I should be feeling nothing—I feel her.

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