Page 51 of Dark Desire
“They can’t help. No one can. No one can beat The Fates at their own game, Zoran. It is what it is and that’s final.”
“I don’t accept it, Darcie,” he growled as I pressed myself against him, brushing his red hair out of his eye. “I can’t accept it. I’ve only just found you.”
Chapter Seventeen
“Are you sure you don’t want a coffee?” I asked the back of Zoran’s head as he stared out of the church window with his arms folded across his chest. He’d been like that for the last half an hour, as if standing there and waiting would entice The Fates to appear. I, however, was trying to carry on with business as usual. The Fates didn’t care for schedules, so there was no point in standing around and waiting. I poured myself a black coffee because I was going to need something strong after getting no sleep the night before. No, make that last week.
“I’ve never had one.”
I paused, pot in hand. “I’m sorry, what? You’ve never had coffee?”
He turned slightly, giving me a little smirk over his shoulder. “Ravens aren’t a fan.”
A smile broke out on my face, seeing a touch of humour from him. Strolling with a steaming cup, I held it in front of his face. “Well, you’re no longer a bird so give it a try.”
His green eyes narrowed with distrust as he peered at the black liquid and then turned his face towards the mug, pressing his lips against the rim. My smile grew as I tilted the mug and watched him take a sip. His devilishly handsome face screwed up with disgust.
“Urgh! That’s vile. I’ll stick to blood and organs.”
I chuckled, peering back at the empty kitchen, which really wasn’t stocked for guests, especially a Demonski Upir. “I’m afraid I don’t have any of those in the fridge but…” I lifted my wrist and offered it to him with a seductive smile. “...fresh is better, right?”
He stared at the blue veins under my skin and then moved his gaze to my face, quirking a sexy eyebrow up at me. Gods, he was so scrummy I should be the one eating him, not the other way around. He bent down to my wrist, and I braced myself for his fangs, but instead, he placed a tender, sweet kiss against my pulse point. “Later, beautiful.”
I lowered my arm as he moved his gaze back to the window and stared at the rolling hills in the distance. Sighing, I reached up, placed my hands on his left shoulder, and leaned on him playfully, watching his side profile. “Zoran, we may only have today. Come on, let’s go to the village, swim in the sea, or just get out of this church. The Fates will find us when they want to, and from experience, they’ve only ever shown themselves at night when there’s no one else around. So we should go out in public and make the most of the time we have left.”
His jaw clenched, the muscles popping beneath his skin. “I wish you would stop talking like that.”
“Like I’m going to die, you mean?” I tilted my head to the side to force him to look at me.
“You’re not going to die, Darcie. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“We are all going to die. I just have the knowledge that my death is imminent, and I’d rather spend whatever time I have left having an adventure with my soulmate than being stuck in this church staring at a graveyard. So humour me, please.”
He dropped his arms from his chest and turned to face me. “What do you want to do?”
I beamed at him, feeling giddy and excited at the prospect of spending the afternoon with this man where we weren’t trying to kill each other.
“Well, to start, I need a shower. Care to join me?”
His emerald eyes heated as I backed away from him, holding his gaze until I reached the stairs. Was I still sore from Ambroz? Hell yes. But I hadn’t had sex with Zoran since our hate fucking, and I really, really wanted this sweet, protective version of him. Making my intentions clear, I lifted my top over my head and dropped it to the floor. He inhaled sharply and I smiled. Turning, I sprinted up the stairs and headed straight for the shower, discarding my trousers on the landing as a teasing breadcrumb. I didn’t check to see if he followed as I climbed into the bathtub and turned on the overhead shower. Steam immediately started to fill the room as the hot water glided down my body. I glanced at the open door for any sign of him and frowned when I heard no movement from downstairs. If he was still standing at that bloody window when I got out, I’d lose my mind.
Eyes closed, I tilted my head back beneath the stream of water, letting it cascade through my hair. Strong hands seized my hips, and his hard, unyielding body pinned me against the cold shower tiles, causing a soft gasp to leave my lips. I opened my eyes to find him towering above me, those mesmerising eyes burning with raw, hungry desire. Water droplets slid down the sharp angles of his face and drenched his crimson hair. My lips parted instinctively as I reached for him, running my fingertipsover the taut ridges of muscle and the puckered skin of his burns. My gaze traced my movements, admiring how exquisite his body truly was, until I saw his cock, thick and glorious, caught between our bodies and nudging my stomach.
“I thought for a second you were going to ignore my invitation,” I teased. Allowing my fingers to glide down his length. When I reached the base, I fisted it and gave it a gentle squeeze. He groaned.
“Well, that would have been rude…” he husked, letting go of my hips and pressing his hands against the tiles on either side of my head as I started working his cock in my hand. “And very fucking stupid.”
I let out a teasing giggle, nodding my head flirtatiously as I watched his expression twist with helpless pleasure at what I was doing to him. He breathed heavily between parted lips as I held his gaze and slowly slid down the wall until I was balanced in a crouched position on the balls of my feet—exactly where I wanted to be. Staring into those stormy eyes, I took him into my mouth. His entire body jerked, a deep, guttural groan tearing from his throat as I licked and sucked him with feverish need. His hands braced against the tiles, fingers curling into fists as he looked down at me, fighting to keep control at my mercy.
“Tell me you’re not too sore, that I can bury myself inside your perfect cunt when I come, Little Witch.”
I popped off his cock to answer. “No. I’m not too sore,” I lied, because I really didn’t care how sore I was or how much my vagina would scream at me later.
He threw his head back and groaned when I took him as far down my throat as I could. His hips thrust forward, pushing my head back against the tile as he shoved himself in another inch deeper and I moaned, the vibrations causing his muscular thighs to shake. He started fucking my mouth in slow, deep strokes until he couldn’t handle any more.
He reached down, hauled me off the floor and threw me up against the wall with insane strength. His lips smashed into mine with ravishing desire as he hoisted me higher by my ass to position himself at my entrance. I wrapped my legs around his waist and laced my arms around his neck to brace myself for what was to come. The moment he pushed inside me, my breathing hitched, and a quiet yelp left my lips as I tried my best to hide the sting. He froze instantly, breaking our kiss and fixing me with a narrowed glare. His body caged me there, his dick buried halfway inside me and holding me in place.
“You said you weren’t sore.”
