Page 42 of Touched By Sin
Locked in her gaze, I move my wings while drowning in her brown mocha.
“Faster,” she coaxes, her breath dancing over my lips. “That’s it, good girl. Feel the wind and the freedom.”
She gives a powerful flap of her wings, and I follow her lead, despite the ache in my shoulders from the weight.
Leaning in, she brushes her lips over mine. “Don’t stop. Keep moving them no matter what.
“I’m scared,” I admit.
Scared of her, of how she makes me feel, and of the confusing mix of emotions inside me.
“Fear is good. It’s how you know you’re alive. If you didn’t fear, it wouldn’t feel this good.”
“What wouldn’t?”
“This,” she replies, plunging her hot tongue into my mouth. We’re a clash of lips and teeth, roaming hands, and wings that slice through the air. My fingers tangle in her soft, silky hair, and hers in mine. Our chests touch with every rapid breath, every soft whimper, and bite of teeth. Dariana tastes of all the things my elders warned me about. Before her, I had never looked at a woman this way, and now I can’t imagine never touching one again. She’s so soft and smooth.
“Open your eyes.”
I blink them open and gasp.
Below us, the school sits nestled amongst the trees. Above us, billions of stars flicker, guiding the way. My eyes come back to Dariana’s, and I couldn’t look away if I tried.
“I’m flying.”
“You are,” she confirms before letting go. When I begin to panic, her head shakes. “Stop thinking.”
I drop. Not by much. But enough to make my heart leap to my throat. “I can’t just stop thinking.”
“Let me show you something.” She entwines her fingers with mine, and we fly higher and higher. Up here, the air is cooler.
She’s beside me now, holding her hand over my eyes. “Are you ready?”
I’ll never be ready. Not for her, not for this world, but I whisper yes. She removes her hand. Far away in the distance, tall walls rise up into the sky, and the golden gates shimmer in the sunlight. It pours from the heavens like a sunbeam and lights up Eden and everyone within it.
My home.
Freya…
“Just like you gazed out over the walls, curious about what lay on the other side, we fly up here and look back at your world, wondering what lies behind those tall walls. Why God’s light shines upon your lands but not ours.”
Homesickness clogs my chest and throat as tears well in my eyes. The urge to fly back and beg for forgiveness is overwhelming. Deep down, I know they’ll never let me back in. I’m tainted, spoiled by desire, and no longer pure. My white wings will never fool anyone in their world. Not now, when they’re dipped in ink.
“What did we do to deserve to dwell in the dark?” She’s behind me now, her voice thick with envy and bitterness. Emotions I couldn’t place before now.
“Is it so bad to feel pleasure?” she asks, blocking out the view of my home. The soft brush of her thumb over my lips makes my lashes flutter and my breath hitch as my body comes alive.
We slowly descend and our feet sink into the damp grass. Dariana guides me down on the ground, shielding me from the world with her dark hair. It falls around us like a curtain as she says, “Tell me, little angel, did you ever feel pleasure behind those gates? Did anyone ever touch your pale skin or whisper sweet nothings in your ear?” Sliding my skirt up my thighs, she snakes her hand beneath the fabric. “Did anyone ever make you sigh their name in pleasure and beg for more?” Her plump lips skim over my jaw and then down my neck, chasing my racing pulse. I’m drunk on her and the smell of damp grass.
“Did you ever,” she whispers seductively, hooking her fingers in the thin fabric of my panties and pulling them aside, “get taken so completely that you would die a thousand deaths to feel their touch again?” She shoves two fingers inside me and steals my surprised cry from my lips with her hungry mouth. “You won’t look at that place with such longing in your eyes by the time we’re done with you.” Her words are a promise and a threat. “You won’t shimmer in the fucking darkness at the thought of returning.” Diving down, she sinks her teeth into my neck while snarling like an animal. The pain is so sharp that I cry out. She fucks me through it, her thumb flicking my swollen clit as she thrusts and thrusts and thrusts.
“Dariana,” I moan, arching my neck to give her better access while she drinks from me in long pulls, rubbing her fingers against my inner walls.
And when she’s done, she grabs my jaw, snarling like an animal, “I get to feed on you whenever I want, understood?”
I nod, spreading my legs wider as her sweet assault on my pussy takes me higher and higher.
Pleased with my response, she presses down on my clit with her thumb. Her blood-stained teeth and her dark eyes are all I can see. “Don’t get any ideas, little angel. We will come for you if you try to fly back home to your precious little Eden.”
