Page 72 of The Flesh Remembers
His mouth slammed back onto hers, teeth clashing, tongues tangling, a war of dominance that neither wanted to win.
His hands moved lower, rough, desperate, demanding.
Eleanor moaned, arching into him, taunting him with every breathless gasp, every little whimper that she knew would drive him mad.
James lost himself, and Eleanor let him.
Eleanor felt powerful for the first time in her life. Truly powerful. She felt it surge through her veins, and she knew that this was some alien thing that had infected her, some primal darkness that coursed through her veins, but she noticed with mild surprise that she did not seem to care. And though Eleanor would have never previously contemplated hurting James, at this moment she felt a violence stir within her and she wanted to make James hurt.
Eleanor scratched at James’s face with her nails, leaving long, ragged scratches down one pale cheek. James’s eyes blazed with lust as he grabbed her wrists and yanked them up over her head.
“Oh, Ellie, did you think you could best me?” He asked with a cruel laugh. “You are no match for the power that runs through my veins. Yield to me, Eleanor, and I may yet show mercy on you.”
Eleanor smiled, but it was a dark imitation of her sweet smile. As James held her fast against the wall with her arms pinned over her head, Eleanor hooked her leg around James’s back and threw her weight forward, toppling them both to the ground.
Eleanor lay on top of James, her hands now pinning his wrists down beside his head. She laughed in delight at the reversal of their positions. “Perhaps it is you that should beg for mercy from me, love.” Eleanor then bent her head down and ruthlessly kissed James hard on the lips, biting his lower lip hard enough to draw blood.
James growled, his tongue filling her mouth, biting her lip back in retaliation. The pain only further ignited Eleanor’s passions, and she began to wildly rip the shirt from James’s body until her hands felt the smooth plane of his chest. She began to run her tongue along the faintly glowing pattern of veins that crisscrossed across his chest in a wild pattern. As she moved her tongue along this highway, she smiled to herself and then bit down hard onto one of his nipples.
James cried out, jerking his hands from her grip and grabbing a fistful of her long black hair. He laughed as she screamed her anger at him, her sharp nails digging into the pale, almost iridescent flesh of his chest. The battle of wills between them continued as they began to twist and roll over and over on the floor. One would emerge on top only to be felled by the other again and again. As they continued to struggle with one another, their clothing soon discarded, and the two of them were like feral animals in heat, desperate to satisfy their lustful desires in any way they could.
Eleanor positioned herself on all fours, her legs spread obscenely wide, arching herself back against James, silently begging him to fill her. She needed to satisfy the wild frenzy that raced through her blood and pounded in her ears.
James knelt behind her, his pale cock rock hard and swollen. He grabbed a handful of Eleanor’s hair and yanked her head back while positioning himself at her entrance. He rubbed the tip of his cock across her wet opening, making her moan lustfully. James then rammed himself deep within Eleanor, taking no care to be gentle but smiling in satisfaction as he heard her cry out with a mixture of pain and pleasure at each conquering thrust. James continued the onslaught, thrusting into her again and again as Eleanor met each thrust, backing against him to make each one more intense.
James used his fingers to slip down into the dripping wetness between Eleanor’s legs to find her clit and he began to pinch and rub it as well. Eleanor cried out in ecstatic agony, thrusting back against James so hard that the force of their bodies slamming against one another was powerful enough to leave bruises.
Eleanor climaxed first, her orgasm coming out in an unnatural agonized cry that left her shaking uncontrollably. James came not a moment later, his preternatural seed filling Eleanor, so hot that she felt it might scald her insides. James held a tight grip on Eleanor’s neck as he loosed the pearlescent fluid within her.
When it was over, James still wasn’t satisfied.
He lay beside her, his fingers tracing the glow of her veins, watching as they pulsed like something alive.
“You feel it,” he murmured. “Don’t you?”
Eleanor swallowed, but she didn’t deny it.
She had never felt more powerful, more in control. And yet… she could feel the apparatus digging deeper into her, wrapping around her soul like an unbreakable chain.
James turned her wrist over, pressing his lips to the delicate skin. Although his gesture should have been gentle, it felt like a warning.
“You can still stop,” he whispered. “You don’t have to let it take you.”
Eleanor stared at the ceiling, her fingers curling into the sheets. But she wasn’t sure she wanted to stop.
Eleanor sat alone, watching the faint glow of her veins pulse in time with her heartbeat.
She had a choice. To hold onto whatever remained of her soul. Or to give in completely, wield this power, and become something unstoppable. She wasn’t sure what terrified her more: losing herself entirely…Or how much she wanted to. And against her throat, the disk glowed faintly, vibrating softly against her flesh, whispering to her what she should do. Whatitwanted her to do.
Excerpt from the diary of Dr. Eleanor Ashcroft
I have awakened. Power coils beneath my skin, whispers in my veins, urging me to wield it. Benevolence or cruelty, is there even a choice?
James has come for me. I felt him before I saw him. His presence threads through my bones like fate itself. We were made for this, for dominion, for creation, for destruction. Part of me craves surrender, to bow and whisper devotion. The other part longs to crush him beneath my heel, to hear him gasp my name in reverence and ruin.
The silver pendant has become me. I tried to tear it free, to scrape it from my throat, but it would mean peeling away my flesh. My skin has swallowed it whole. It pulses there, a living thing, feeding, growing, whispering its hunger. I could carve it out. I could drive it deeper.
I am unravelling. Thought and madness intertwine, inseparable, infinite. And I wonder, was I ever sane at all?
