Page 49 of Immortal Sun

I’m going to murder Enki.

God of Mischief and Wisdom my ass, I don’t even care anymore. It’s been eons and now this? Only at the end are they torturing me.

I push her away abruptly, the chair tilts and then I grab her by the wrist, she falls against my chest, her arms wrap around my neck, her mouths inches from mine. It’s just a reaction to chaos, it makes people do things they shouldn’t, though part of me wants to sit in this moment just a while.

I inhale.

Damn, it feels good.

The lack of restraint.

The taste of her air.

I suck it in through my mouth like a drug pulling from her lips.

One.

Two.

Three.

One.

Two.

Three.

Her eyes close again. “I like that.”

“You’re under my care.” Sort of. “I think you had too much to drink, Cleo. Shall I put you to bed?”

“Pleeeeease.”

“I mean by yourself.”

“Why?”

I tamp down a laugh. Exactly. Why does she have to go without me? I’ve almost forgotten. She’s adorable. No wait, she can’t be, it’s not allowed. She’s the enemy. She’s the Destroyer or will become one if I don’t destroy her first.

“Why are you so pretty?”

“Why did you drink or eat what he gave you?”

She frowns. “Huh?” Her expression is damn irresistible, her blue and green eyes reflect the storm in mine, the tumultuous waves, the way they crash across the rocks over and over. I see her freely jumping into the sea and swimming, embracing, nearly seducing the water.

My body responds in a way I can’t describe. I want to slam her against those rocks, move with her wave by wave. I want to devour her, drown her, hold my hands against her throat and see how far it takes me as I sink myself into her, and then I want to do it again and feel the earth shake beneath me. I want it to tremble under my skin as I dig my fingers into the rocks flicking them away like dust.

I strain against my zipper as a voice in my head whispers.“Do it…”

He would make me feel that way.

He would destroy it all if I kept her.

And I know how horrible it is, how damning it is to want. But to use? I can do that. I can use her until she’s done, until my purpose is finished, until her innocent, loving smile looks up at me only for me to find her eyes dead, her blood drained.

Her soul ours.

Yet theirs.

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