Page 42 of Scent of Desire
I tempted him by bringing my chest closer by squeezing my arms. I wanted to take his control, to make him long for me as much as he teased me. I moaned, licking my lips, knowing that I’d draw his attention to them.
“Oh, little witch.” Radcliff gave a slap to my breast, and my belly clenched in reply. “What are you trying to achieve?”
Winning.I wanted to bring him to the edge. To the edge between emotions and desire. To the edge that would revive his soul. Control was a way to protect yourself; I wanted him to give it up, for me, but he could see right through my game.
“Punishment is what you want?” When he did it again, my breasts instinctively inched forward to him, wanting more of him. “No, there is something else.” He punished me by pulling my nipple toward him with his forefingers.
In his eyes, I saw his battle underneath. The monster in him had a scar that had reddened, veins on his forehead and eyes so dark that no one could defy him. The other side, his human one, seemed almost afraid. Afraid to feel more than he ever had. Afraid to lose his power.
That side of him was slowly disappearing, consumed by the monster. Determined to not let him hide behind his mask once more at the price of losing both of him, I had to speak the only words he could understand.
“I’m yours,” I admitted on a moan. “I’m unconditionally yours.”
A tear threatened to appear on the corner of my eyes, but I blinked it away. Radcliff’s eyes roamed my face, searching for the truth. A truth he didn’t seem to believe.
“I’m yours,” I articulated again with the softness of my voice.
This time, he thrust harder into me with abandon, making me jump against the copper wall. When my pleasure built up, I knew I’d explode. My body shivered. I was bound to Radcliff just like he was bound to me. No matter the outcome or the choices we would make, there was no escape in this life.
We created eternity, enslaving ourselves to each other.
At that moment, flower petals dropped from the ceiling. They fell down on us like a magical rain. I looked up to see a small basket was upended, and a little string was holding it. This was where the flowers were coming from. But how? I hadn’t seen anything inside the tub that could have actioned it.
“How?” I murmured, my eyes boring on Radcliff.
“Magic?” He drew a sinister line, the petals passing by his face.
“You’re an enigma,” I responded, my eyebrows slithering inward under the burning heat filling my insides. Radcliff couldn’t be human. He was something else. Something powerful and mystical, unbound by the rules of this world.
“And you’ll be my downfall. My weakness.”
My throat dried, and his pace increased, sending me back to his hellish kingdom. My nails dug into his hair. The flowers continued on falling, and my orgasm took me apart in a last scream that made me look to heaven. Radcliff broke against my wave, his orgasm overpowering mine. Time seemed to stop as I melted into him, hearing only the sound of my hammering heart, my ears buzzing.
The Devil had made love to the flower goddess.
The monster had owned the heart of the witch.
I obtained my dream and much more than I could ever have imagined with him, but that happiness wouldn’t last until tomorrow. All magic comes at a price, and Radcliff was my magic.
I knew that going back home, a choice should be made.
A choice that could change everything.
A choice between dreams and hearts.
The cold, oceanic air of Ravencliff Manor had filled my insides with dark myths and ghost stories.
I was back to the place where white became gray, and black ruled over the light. A place that was hidden in the fog if it wasn’t for the ravens stiffening like gargoyles on the peaks from the roof of the manor that were as sharp as the blades of swords.
And in the midst of this gothic nightmare, a garnet aphrodisiac was born. A feral weapon that would taint the world in destructive desire. My heart slammed in my chest as I put the forbidden vial back in the cold.
It was ready.
My hands got sweaty at the thought of having to break the news to Radcliff. To give me the courage, I grabbed the other vial containing my heaven-sent perfume. I let its smell transport me one last time as I opened the tube. A smile crossed my lips, and tingling strokes caressed me. It smelled of romantic waltzes inside a secret garden and torrid passion on satin sheets. Of falling from the sky to land inside a dark angel’s arms. Of a blown dandelion reaching a land of folklore creatures and fairy tales, taking away with it your dearest wish. And most importantly, ofhim.
His story. From his darkness to his hellions, passing by his kingdom and wicked soul to land on the origin of his pain and beauty. I blinked, breaking out of the tale the scents were spellbinding me with. I wrapped my perfume in a burgundy cloth before securing it in a box. I still had a long way to go: find the packaging and market it to the world.
Despite everything that happened, I wanted to share the exciting news of my masterpiece with the people close to me—Adonis and my uncle. I rushed in the direction of the greenhouse, remembering I had dropped my phone there before my trip to Grasse.
