Page 38 of Song of Tenebrae

“You have the face of an angel but those eyes,” he falls on the bed beside me and I stiffen, waiting for him to lash out, “your eyes have lost their innocence and they would tempt Satan himself. You are everything I’ve never wanted.”

We don’t speak for a few minutes, the sound of the storm outside still going, and every now and then, lightning washes the room in light. He’s the first to move and his face appears above mine, his eyes searching my face for something. I hear the click, the sound so fucking familiar, forcing memories out and to the forefront. The blade runs along the skin of my thigh and I tremble, I just don’t know if it’s from fear or anticipation.

“Tell me why you invited my brother to your room,” his breath warms the skin on my stomach as his knife teases the inside of my thigh.

“Becauseyou’reeverything I’ve never wanted and I want you to go away.” Not true but I fucking wish it was.

“Liar.” He calls me out and his tongue dips into my belly button.

I suck in a breath and my back arches off the bed, chasing his receding mouth. I whimper when the knife’s point rests against my clit and I hold my breath, too afraid to move.

“You’re bleeding,” he’s between my legs and I suck in a breath just as the knife is replaced with his finger. “He made your tight little pussy bleed, Demon.”

It hurts. Him touching me is painful but at the same time, I can feel myself growing wet. I want his touch, I couldn’t deny it if I tried, and I don’t want to wait any longer. I want Raiden. I spread my legs more and whimper when the pain flares hotter.

His nose nudges my clit and then his tongue is flattened against my folds, licking a line from my entrance to my clit. It’s painful and yet I find my hands circling his head, pulling him in closer.

“Your blood will always sing to me; a song I can’t replicate; a tune I can’t figure out.” He sounds reverent and it makes my chest tighten, “I want it on repeat for the rest of my life.”

“You want me bleeding for the rest of your life?” I moan when his finger teases my sore entrance.

“Yes.” He pushes his finger into me and I gasp through the pleasurable pain. “You belong to me, Demon. Don’t make me have to remind you again.” His finger begins to thrust in and out of me while his other hand pushes against the pentagram on my stomach.

Even while he’s threatening me, his voice still unlocks something inside of me, and I feel myself let go. I release the feelings I had locked away for a year and I let them burst out from my very soul, searching for him. It was one of the very first things he said to me that describes this moment best:The air around us changes, our souls pushing against our barriers, and trying to break through our skin to taste one another.That’s exactly what it feels like.

“I can’t forgive you,” even as I say the words, I’m not sure if they’re true. “You scarred me, Raiden.”

“It doesn’t matter if you forgive me or not, it makes no difference, Tempest. You’re still mine.”

He says my name; even without inflection, I can sense its importance. He’s speaking directly to me and not to thedemonthat tortures him. It’s the most I’ve ever gotten from him and that thought sends me over the edge. His tongue flicking against my clit and his finger pumping in and out of me. I explode in a myriad of screams and moans, sounding pained yet satisfied. Before I can take my next breath, he’s on his feet and heading for my door.

“Raiden?” I call to him and his steps falter just as he opens my door, “stay.”

“No.” His answer is immediate and cold, no longer the man that devoured me like I was his last meal.

The door shuts behind him and I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. I can still feel Torrent through the pulsing pain down below, but I can also feel Raiden in the steady beat of my heart, and it’s my final thought as I succumb to sleep.

Something draws me out of the blissful darkness and I open my eyes, almost crying out when I realize none of this was a dream. I’m still here in this mansion on an island, far away from home, and at the mercy of monsters. I breathe in deeply and tense when a fragrance I know all too well assaults my nose.

Coco Mademoiselle.

Only, I shouldn’t be smelling it right now because it went missing out of my house. I lean up on my elbows and find a hooded figure at the end of my bed. The top of his face is obscured by the hood and the bottom is covered in hair, like every man in this house.

“Raiden?” Even as I say his name, I know it’s not him. The build isn’t right and the facial hair seems different.

He doesn’t say anything, just stands there and watches me. The lightning cracks across the sky and I get a quick glimpse of his all-black attire, nothing else.

“Who are you?”

He shakes his head and then pulls his hand out of his hoodie pocket, running his finger along his throat. He’s going to kill me? I can’t explain what happens next; maybe I’ve given up on life, or maybe, I’m so tired of the fear. Maybe, I’m fucking dreaming but I fall back to the bed and stare at the ceiling, the fan rotating in quick circles.

“So do it then.” I say, my voice dull and bored. “Put me out of my fucking misery and help me fly.” I hold my arms out and close my eyes.

Nothing happens.

I open my eyes and look to the bottom of the bed. He’s gone; the man I saw there is gone and now I doubt if I truly saw him there to begin with. It’s been a strange night and my first back on the island. I must’ve just imagined it. I roll over, feeling the soreness between my legs and letting it be a reminder that Raiden James is dangerous.

Incognitus

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