Page 37 of Dark Rapture
His pelvis slams forward and he fills me completely, one hand on the altar while the other controls my hips. Mind-shattering pleasure surges, and I am lost to him. He fucks me like he owns me, and with his claim laid on my soul for the rest of time, he does.
The feel of him inside of me in every way imaginable is more than I can fathom. He’s in my body, in my mind, pressing down against the very root of my being. I can feel him wrapping around me with every thrust of his hips.
He is pouring his darkness inside of me, this demon infiltrating my soul to lay claim to the power hidden within me. It is then that I feel the full force of my magic, trapped behind some kind of barrier, pressing against him as he bears down on what chains it there.
“I need more, Selene,” he growls against my ear as he thrusts relentlessly inside of me, the blinding pleasure his body brings mine enough to steal my focus. “It will feel like you’re dying, but you need to let me all the way in.”
“How!?” I cry out, frustrating building as the feeling of the immense pressure inside of me builds to dizzying heights. I need him to free me from my own prison before this destroys me. Desperate, I cling to him, my nails digging into the sun-kissed skin of his shoulder, and the obsidian skin on his muscular forearm.
“Call my name, little witch,” he commands, the blast waves of his energy crashing into me like the waves of an ocean hurricane upon a fragile shore.
“What is it!?” I plead, the pressure becoming cataclysmic. I know if he doesn’t break me free, I’ll self-destruct like my soul is a nuclear bomb.
“You know my name. It is written on your soul. Call to me!” he commands, thrusting inside of me with a violence that pulls me back from the edge of insanity. We are both so close, but I’m the one that is pushed to the very edge of what my body can take.
My eyes squeeze shut, and I focus just like he taught me to.
His name. It’s here. I feel it. It surrounds his sigil, the one that is being burned into my very soul.
S t o l a s.
Stolas.
“STOLAS!” I scream, my voice fracturing into something unrecognizable, as a ragged moan breaks free from him. My head falls back yet again as an orgasm crashes into me with the force of a star going supernova. He comes, too, because his power pours out of him full force on a guttural groan.
Like an unholy battering ram, Stolas breaks the spiritual dam that holds me back, and it feels as though my soul is splintering and disintegrating as the tides of Hell rush through me. My mouth opens on a soundless scream, a brilliant red-orange glow spilling from my lips as the ancient fire is set loose within me.
Stolas and I crash into each other, like two galaxies merging on a battlefield. The divine threads of my magic collide with the dark hell of his, twining together to become something greater. Something more than Heaven and Hell.
The only thing keeping me from self destructing right here in this church and taking the world with me, is Stolas. His dark power has replaced my chains, rooting me to him, giving me an unshakable foundation to stand on.
Our combined power is monumental. Omniscience awakens within me, and I am suddenly aware of what this all means. Stolas is the hellfire, and I am the cosmic winds. He is all the power of the primeval earth and the hell at its core, and I am the universe made flesh.
Through his connection to me, he will ascend and become a God. The realms of Hell and Earth will belong to him. So will my realm of magic, the one beyond the stars, the arcane divinity that belongs to every true witch.
My eyes open wide as I watch the candles around the church roar to life, pulled towards my own internal power. I feel the fire spill from my fingers, my lips, my eyes, my nose, and engulf the entire church until everything around me is ablaze.
Stolas’ dark laughter erupts around me as he holds me in his embrace, watching proudly as the fire pouring out of me begins burning the church to the ground.
The newly awakened magic inside of me is more than my human body can hold, and before I know it, I descend into the stark blackness of unconsciousness.
My last vision, one of fire and destruction, and the grinning demon who has bound my soul to him forever.
Chapter Eleven
ItfeelsasthoughI’ve left the mortal world, and have been drifting in a dark and endless sea for an eternity. The deep and infinite waters are a mirror of the night sky, and I watch with a somnolent gaze as glittering stars pass me by, slipping effortlessly through my fingertips as I drift without any destination to reach.
One thing I am sure of, is that Stolas is here with me. Surrounding me in his dark power as he continues to weave his demonic energy into the very fabric of my being. I feel sheltered by my Great Prince of Hell as he soothes my splintered soul, allowing me the space to safely recombine and recalibrate to my new reality.
As I sleep in a place that exists between all that was, and all that is, enlightenment finds me. I understand now why he told me that although a lesser demon could amplify my spellworking, it takes a demon of immense power to protect his witch from the pure, unshackled force of her own magic.
It is because of Stolas that I have awakened and embraced who I was always meant to be. I was born of the sacred, primordial universe, with limitless magic intertwined with my very essence. I am power, I am strength, and I will never again be someone’s victim.
I feel the surface of consciousness well before I near it, like I’ve taken a breath of unrestricted awareness into my lungs and that one breath is pulling me out of the fog.
When my eyes finally flutter open, the first thing I see is the patchy surface of my bedroom ceiling. The sight is so familiar, bathed in the warm, flickering light of what must be twenty lit candles strewn across the room.
I notice immediately how well rested I feel as I stretch my limbs across the wide expanse of my bed, the soft sheets falling away from me as I shift. Everything looks normal, save for the assortment of candles, a display I am certain Stolas left for me.
