Page 52 of Dark Desire
A slow, twisted smile appeared on my face. “Oops.”
He shook his head as if he had no idea what to do with me, and I dug my heels into his ass, shifting him into me a little more to give him an idea. I winced at the pain it caused and he growled.
“I like the pain,” I breathed against his lips. “Don’t you dare stop fucking me.”
A wicked glint sparkled in his eyes as he pulled out, achingly slow, until only the tip remained, then eased back in, inch by inch. I gasped, every muscle in my body tightening with the burn until it melted into something deeper and delicious. Every deliberate, tender thrust softened the sting, replacing it with growing ecstasy. I became caught in his gaze, lost to the way he was watching me, reading every sensation on my face, every shift of my breath. He moved with impressive control, keeping me on the edge but never pushing too far. Just enough for me to feel everything between us.
His lips hovered over mine, brushing but never fully meeting. A suspended kiss because our gazes were too intense to break as a raw, electric current passed through us, forcing our pleasure to spike in a silent connection. I’d never fucked like this before. I doubted you could even call this fucking. His hands gripped me tighter as my body began to tremble, waves of euphoria washingover me. We watched each other come undone, soft moans coupled with breathless gasps filled the room as our orgasms hit at the same time.
He lowered his forehead against mine, breathing hard as we stared into each other’s eyes. It was a moment I wished I could stay in forever. This man could have been my happily ever after. I would love him. I would love him so fucking hard. Maybe I already did.
“Give us your soul, Darcie. Please,” he whispered against my lips. I closed my eyes, ignoring the urge to give in to his promise of forever.
“I’d still have to die,” I choked, opening my eyes to so much anguish. “What will that be like for you, Zoran? To have to live without half of your soul?”
“I won’t,” he growled, pressing his head into mine. “I won’t last a day. I’ll follow you into death willingly.”
I pressed my lips together as my eyes filled with tears, offering him a weak smile. “Which is exactly why I won't give you my soul. You deserve to live, Zoran. You’ve had too much of it taken away from you already. You have siblings who love you. Friends who care about you. I have no one. It’s not even a choice.”
“You have me,” he gritted through his teeth, his fingers digging into my skin with frustration. I fought back the fresh tears as I unlocked my legs from his waist and slid down to the floor. He reluctantly let go of me but placed his hands on my face.
“I do,” I whispered with a sorrowful smile. “For today, I have you. And I’ll be eternally grateful for that.”
I slipped out of his hold and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around myself. I glanced over my shoulder as I left the room to see him lower his head to his chest, his face hidden by his long, wet hair as he slammed one hand against the wall. The tile cracked under his impact. Iexhaled deeply, trying to regain my composure so we could make the best of this day.
When he finally emerged from the shower, I was already dressed and ready to go. I pointed to the bed where I had laid out his jeans and transfigured one of my largest tops into a black T-shirt I hoped would fit him. He pulled it on, and I covered my mouth with my hand as a loud laugh burst out. He looked down at the material, which looked like a tight crop top that stopped above his belly button, with his arms wide, then glared up at me.
“I’m not wearing this.”
“You can’t walk around the village topless in the middle of winter, Zoran!” I stepped up to him with a teasing smile. “Anyway, I think it looks hot.”
“I think you’re full of shit.”
I giggled and grabbed his hand, yanking him from my room and down the stairs. “Aren’t you staying at Beryl’s? We can stop by there so you can change.” I was actually quite looking forward to seeing the look on her face when I shoved my tongue down his throat in front of her.
“Fine,” he groaned as we stepped out of the church and I cast a spell over the door. “What was that?”
“A little detection spell. If someone appears inside my home while we are out, I’ll feel it.”
He threw his arm around my shoulders and pulled me into him. “Such a clever little witch,” he said as he nuzzled into my hair. I squirmed with giddiness in his arms.
We strolled hand in hand, taking the longer scenic route to the village, stopping to make out against a tree, picking more flowers and talking about everything we could possibly think of. He told me about his brother and sister and what had happened to them after that night. I felt crippling guilt that Zoran had to watch over the horrendous ordeals his siblings endured through the eyes of a helpless bird. He could sense my discomfort and quicklymoved on to happier news that they had found their mates and were thriving with the royals. I told him about the places I had travelled and the things I had seen. I asked silly questions like what his favourite colour was and what gave him the ICK. Of course, his favourite colour was red, and after explaining what the ICK meant, he said any woman who wasn’t me. I swooned.
As we reached the first road into the village, my cheeks were hurting from smiling so much. I didn’t think I had ever felt this happy.
“Do you still draw?” I asked him, swinging our arms between us as I skipped alongside him to keep up with his large strides.
“Yes. I’ve been drawing pictures of you.”
“You have?” I gasped. “I want to see!”
He chuckled, that light and airy melody that made my heart flutter. “Later.”
“So, what’s Serbia like?” I asked, smiling at a few villagers who walked by, mainly staring at the huge, red-haired man attached to me.
“Beautiful. Home.”
“I’d love to see it properly. Maybe one day you can take me and—” I stopped my excited rambling abruptly when I remembered there wouldn’t be a ‘one day’. I ignored his stare on my face as I kept my gaze cast ahead. “I bet it’s beautiful.”
