Page 141 of Dark Flame
I felt you die.
She stares back, seeing what I haven’t said aloud. The complete and utter fear I thought we’d never have this again.
I thrust into her harder.I never want to feel that again.
You won’t.
It doesn’t make you unkillable. Promise me, Hellion. Promise me you won’t do anything stupid again because the next time, there is no coming back. This is your second and final chance at life. Die again and I’ll be selling my soul to the devil to get you back.
She rolls her eyes.Doubt it works like that.
It will by the time I’m through with him.I pause, pulling out until only my tip remains in her tight heat and she releases a frustrated growl that’s adorable but nothing like the noise I’d make if I lose her again. “Vow it,” I demand. “Promise me you’ll never put yourself in danger again. I won’t survive losing you.”
“I promise, Alec, as long as you make the same.”
I promise, unless it means saving you.
She rolls her eyes, but I fuck the attitude from her with my next thrust, pushing her to the brink before her new body’s sensitivities take her over. Her hair, the shades of fire and shadows, mix with the blades of grass when she throws her head back, her noises making birds flutter away.
She comes down quicker than she did as a mortal, her new stamina allowing her to keep going without a break. In a flash, she pushes a knee into my side and flips us both, landing on top with me still buried inside her. Her hair flings to the other side, leaves and debris dirtying it again, but it’s her expression that renders me thoughtless.
She reminds of me of last night, when she took control, and I realize it won't be a one-time thing—nor do I want it to be. She rotates her hips over me, but her gasp suggests she’s surprised herself.
“Fucking Christ, how am I this sensitive?”
I grab her hips, my fingers getting a grip tighter than I ever allowed myself to before tonight. “Part of the perks.”
She controls the pace and direction, her eyes fluttering shut. I miss them already. One violet and one black, like her hair. She’s a conundrum; something in all my centuries I’ve never heard of happening. She can’t be the first witch to be changed, and once we’re home, I’ll do everything in my power to track evidence of this happening before. Like her hair, she’s two perfect sides of power and immortality.
Her mouth slips open, revealing those little fangs I want to have buried in my body again. Fuck, if I believed her perfect before today, then perfection now has an entirely other definition. She’s a natural; vampirism always intended for her.
Perhaps that’s what fate or whatever brought us together was thinking. She was always meant to be a vampire alongside me, while retaining her witch side.
So caught up in studying my perfect Bride, I at first miss the shadows emerging from her, forming a tangled mess of tendrils, of torn ropes in the backdrop. One tendril breaks away and wisps over her shoulder, as though petting her. It’s fascinatingly beautiful but chilling too, seeing it touch what’s mine. How she’s owning it.
Her eyes flash as three tendrils dart toward me, two cuffing my wrists and tying my hands to the ground and away from her body, the other collaring my neck. It bends, lifting me upright and she readjusts on my lap, grinning when the magick hauls my chest toward hers.
“Sneaky, powerful witch.”
“Your witch.” The tendrils coil tighter, angling my face toward hers, her possessive claim as strong as those reassuring words were.
Her body trembles before she sinks lower, jamming her knees into the grass to get as close as possible. Darkness tickles her spine while making me powerless, left all to her mercy—a place I once would have despised.
The stems of Darkness clench and tighten and hiss around my body in line with her orgasm, her pussy making the same sensation around my cock. As she comes down with a hissed sigh, the tendrils slither away and back into her, freeing my hands to grip her hips again.
She grins, her hips slowing. “Well. Those certainly added to it. I didn’t mean for them to come out; they just did. But once they had, everything else was me.”
Amazed, I rub a hand over her side, tangling with her hair. “You’re incredible.”
She shifts on my lap, her tongue dabbing her bottom lip. “How do I still want more?”
“You’re immortal and with that comes the feeling of never being satisfied.”
“How have you survived this long?”
“Easier after a while. The cravings become normal.” With her, though, I hope they never go away. Thatthiswill be our normal because I’ll happily spend eternity buried in her.
She lifts off me and inches down my body, lowering onto her hands and knees as my cock rises in front of her face. She licks her lips and wraps her hand around my length, lazily stroking up and down, and it takes centuries of strength to allow her this control.
