Page 22 of Dark Rapture
“There’s nothing anyone can do, Honeybee. It’s an awful tragedy. I’ll let you know when I get a date for the funeral, okay?”
We speak for a few more minutes, before she lets me go to make some more calls. When the call finally ends, I get up and head for the bathroom. I don’t even have time for my knees to hit the cold tile before my stomach clenches and I dry heave violently.
If I had eaten anything recently, it would all be at the bottom of the toilet bowl with the force my stomach is trying to expel its contents. Bile burns its way up from my empty stomach, scorching my throat. When my stomach finally settles, I stand up, my eyes watering excessively from the ordeal.
I step over to the sink and brush my teeth, rinsing a mix of toothpaste and the foul taste away with some cool water.
The gift.
If I wasn’t damned before, surely I am now. How can anyone come back from dealing with a demon like this? I’ve done this to myself when I decided to practice witchcraft. In theory, I accepted the potential consequences. The reality hits harder.
God abandoned you long ago. He abandoned us all. This is the right path.
Was that thought even my own? I have no way to know for sure. All I know is this path is mine now, and I can’t change course. Not after everything that has happened. There is no way I can find salvation after receiving a gift from a demon.
I stare at my reflection in the mirror above my sink. My eyes are changing, how had I not noticed this before? Once plain brown, there is now a vibrant ring of brilliant gold around my pupil. The strangely coloured band is thin, but it’s there. It glows softly, giving my face an otherworldly appearance.
Everything is changing, and so am I.
My faith has been broken, but now it has come full circle. There are six days remaining before I must make a decision. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted by all the demon has offered me.
I have six days to either deny a demon what he wants, which is me, or embrace my power and bind my soul to a Great Prince of Hell.
Chapter Six
The Dream – One Day Later
Abreathysighescapesmy lips as he moves over me, his hard frame pressing me down into the soft mattress and luxurious satin sheets. The whisper of a moan leaves me as the cool, delicate material shifts against my feverish skin, and his hands begin to roam every curve of my body unapologetically.
I turn my face to the right, my eyes searching the darkness, only to find a huge open window. The only vestige of light in the vast space. The window glass is missing, allowing the breezy summer air to flow into the room and tame the balmy temperature.
Large and long flowing curtains catch the pale light of the full moon, the soft white silk billowing from the pleasant airflow.
The silk is everywhere. All around us, in varying shades of silver. My eyes catch glimpses of the sheer drapes as they dance in the breeze around the room, glittering in the light of the pale moon.
Where am I?The words are whispered into the opulent darkness, or at least I thought I spoke aloud. My eyes wander around the dark expanse, only to see more silky white sheets billowing softly throughout the heavy shadows.
His mouth descends on my neck, his soft lips trailing passionate kisses along my highly sensitized skin. His gentle hand grips my chin and turns my face back to his, but my eyes cannot see anything but the shape of him. He captures my mouth and steals the inquiry from me with a devouring kiss.
His tongue teases the seam of my lips until I open for him, moaning as he sweeps inside of me and tastes the lust he is building in me. I arch against him, allowing him to dominate my mouth with his searing kiss.
The cool breeze hits my fevered skin, drawing another sigh out of me. My dark lover pulls away from me to watch my face as his hand drifts slowly down the curving contours of my torso, dipping down to slide between my thighs. I am lost to his touch.
I lift my arm towards the window, the silky materials floating up to meet my waiting fingertips, and I play with the ghostly edge of the curtain for a few moments.
My mind drifts back to wondering where I am. Before I can ask him, his shadow of a hand reaches out to grasp my wrist and pull it to his waiting mouth.
His full lips part to gently bite the palm of my hand, and I hiss in a breath before he soothes the sting with a kiss. The small pain and sensual pleasure of that one act makes my head feel foggy, and I rub my thighs together in an attempt to dispel the tension gathering there.
His hand is pinned between my supple thighs, but he doesn’t seem to mind it. He strokes two fingers up and down my slit, coaxing my legs to part for him. They do, and I am rewarded with his fingers rubbing gentle circles around my clit.
I gasp, arching my body again, into his welcoming embrace. He snakes his other arm around my waist and anchors me to him while he dips two fingers into my eager body. My swollen pussy accepts him easily, wet from his seemingly endless teasing.
The walls of my pussy tighten around his fingers as he fucks me with his hand, and the intensity of my pleasure erupts like a volcano from the base of my spine, building towards blissful climax.
My hands lift to press against his chest, my nails biting into his warm skin, my hips lifting unbidden to rock against his skilled fingers.
His head drops, his tongue dragging sensually along the shell of my ear, before his deep and exotic voice filters through the fog that has taken up residence in my head. “That’s my good girl. Fuck my hand like the needy little witch I know you really are.”
