Page 64 of The Dark Rising
I glance down, wiggling my toes and look back up at him. “Why are you staring at my feet?”
“I’m thinking they would look great over my shoulders,” he says in a low tone that sends shivers down my spine. His eyes move slowly up to mine and the heat in them has me gripping the furs tighter. “Do you not remember the last time they were there?” He moves his head to the other side. “Do you remember your moans echoing off the cave walls as I made you come on my cock again and again?”
Yes, I do remember. Too fucking well.
“That was during my heat and nothing else.”
“Bullshit.” He smirks. “I suspect you think the same as last night as you rode my fingers?”
“It was nothing.”
“Hmm.”
“It was.”
“Sure, little wolf,” he chuckles before bringing his hands up and peeling my fingers from the fur. “Now, it’s time to clean up.”
“I can do that on my own.”
“Your point?” My hands scramble to keep my grip on the fur but Darius easily removes them, and the pelt drops to the floor.
Chills spread across my body as Darius’s eyes trace over every inch of my skin with the morning light peeking through the large window. I fold my arms over my chest, trying to cover myself somewhat and once again feeling vulnerable whilst he’s still fully clothed.
“Show me,” he rasps, and my eyes widen. I start shaking my head, a firm denial. “Show. Me.”
“No.”
“Rhea.”
“Darius.”
He growls, baring his teeth at me and I bare mine. No way in the Gods will I show him. He’s seen them once, and that’s enough.
We eye each other for a minute or so, his stare filling the depths of me and I’m trapped. Like a pup caught in a snare, I can’t get away. It can try to move, try to bite and claw, but ultimately, it does nothing. You’re still captured and that’s exactly what Darius’s eyes do to me.
His gaze on mine has always felt surreal, like something bigger surrounds us, a bubble that encases us, muting everything. We can’t see it, but we can feel it. Like a soul.
Darius eventually sighs and scrubs his hand down his face, breaking our connection, and I wonder what he must be thinking. I was prepared for him to continue to push at me until I gave him what he wanted, but he relented too easily. I don’t understand why he wants me to show him the battle that took place on my body, of what I’ve been through. Especially since he hasn’t even looked at the scars he has given me himself.
“The soul within, will rise to its highest,” he murmurs, and my heart stops, refusing to beat again as I stare at him in shock.
He needs to stop saying it, to continue it.
His determined green eyes let me know he won’t stop.
I shake my head, remembering how I started it by letting it slip in Eridian while we were searching for Solvier, when the wisps came to play with us, how he asked me what I said and I brushed it off. But he knew exactly what I said, and he knows that I know now.
“When we go under the moonlight together,” he starts, lifting a hand and trailing a finger down my cheek. He rests it on the side of my neck as I tremble under his touch, his words. “That is when we will be indefinite. Effiniar.”
“No, no. You can’t be serious? And how do you even know all of this and that language?” What is happening here?
“You think I’m an Heir and I don’t even know a little of the language of the Gods?”
“Yes?” I say slowly as my arms fall to my sides. Darius doesn’t glance down at my breasts as his eyebrows pinch together.
“That makes no sense, Rhea.”
“No.” I lift a hand and stab my finger into his chest. “What makes no sense is that you didn’t even know who you were and now all of a sudden, you can speak the Language of the Gods like it’s your first language.” He looks down at my finger digging into him and his lips twitch. “It’s not funny, asshole, you can’t possibly…” I trail off as I remember all those months ago at Wolvorn Castle, when he mouthed a word to me. “That’s what you said to me?” My hand falls and I lean heavily against the wall at my back.
