"You know I always loved you, right from when you were sent to clean up my mess." I smiled sadly at her words, remembering the night we met, the night I was supposed to end her life. If there was ever a moment to thank the goddess for not following through with those orders, it was now.
"Right up to right here, right now, knowing your heart belongs to someone else," Audrey said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Wait, Audrey, my thing with Erica…" I started, but she just laughed.
"I’m not talking about Erica," she interrupted, a bittersweet smile on her face. "I know you love her, just like I know you love me. But you’ll understand when you meet her." Her words struck a chord within me, stirring an uncertainty I couldn't quite shake off.
"Come here," I murmured, pulling her into a searing, desperate kiss that spoke of our longing and the bittersweet knowledge that this might be our last chance to truly be together. Her lips moved against mine with fervour, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly as if she were afraid I would disappear if she let go.
"Goddess, I do love you," I told her between heated kisses, feeling the weight of the truth in every word. She nodded against me, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
"I know, and I love you too, but it’s not enough when there is literal magic deciding our fates," she admitted, her voice strained. "Sometimes I envy humans; they don’t feel the bond, not like we do. They can ignore it and choose who they love, who they build a family and life with." As she spoke, I could tell there was more to this for her, something she had yet to reveal, and I knew what it was.
“Sophia,” I say with hesitation. I know I have got it right by the way that Audrey looks at me.
“She's not my kid, is she?” I ask, already knowing the answer and Audrey shakes her head.
“Damon, if I could pick anyone in this world to be the father of my child, it would have been you.”
“But it’s not.” I didn’t realise how much I wanted to be the father until now. Audrey shakes her head again, looking away.
“Her real father. He’s a sorcerer, right?” I asked. Audrey looked at me, shocked.
“How did you know?”
“She’s a Mirror worker,” I said. “They are rare and powerful. There is no way a child of a half witch and half sorceress can be a mirror worker without there being some pretty powerful sorcerer juice in the mix.” Audrey looked impressed that I even knew that.
“Mr Pierce,” Audrey said seductively. “Have you been doing your homework?” I couldn’t help but chuckle at the wicked look in her eyes.
"Hey I can read," I said , mock offended, and Audrey smiled and shook her head before leaning in to kiss me again. I pulled her in, the warmth of her body against mine sending shivers down my spine. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, full of sorrow and love I longed to preserve. Audrey climbed onto my lap, straddling me as the heat between us grew. My hand slipped beneath her joggers and into her panties, seeking the source of her desire. Audrey gasped as I found her clit, rubbing it in slow, tantalising circles. She broke the kiss, burying her head into my neck and clutching at my shoulders as I slid a finger inside her. Her breathing became shallow, her hips rocking against my hand in desperate pursuit of release. Audrey's nails dug into my skin as she cried out, waves of pleasure crashing over her. Her pussy tightened around my finger, drenching my hand with her juices. I quickened the pace, pushing her further into ecstasy until she collapsed against me, panting.
"Come," I murmured, lifting her into my arms and carrying her to her bedroom. Laying her down on the bed, I gazed into her hooded eyes, drowning in her need for me.
"Damon," she whispered, her voice a plea. I lay beside her, my hand drifting down between her breasts to the waistline of her joggers. As my fingers grazed her skin, shivers raced across her body.
"What do you need from me, my love?" I whispered into her ear, the words sending thrills through her body.
"Make love to me," she whimpered, desperation lacing her voice. "Give me one last time." Her pleading eyes bore into mine, filled with sorrow and longing. Without hesitation, I captured her lips with my own, hungrily absorbing her essence. Audrey frantically tugged at my shirt, desperation in every motion. I pulled it over my head, leaving my chest bare for her to explore. Her gentle caresses sent shivers down my spine as her fingers traced the contours of my skin.
"Please, Damon," she murmured against my mouth, her voice barely a whisper. I couldn't deny her, not now, not ever.
I moved us both up on the bed, leaving paths of passionate kisses up her stomach until I reached her breasts. My mouth claimed one nipple while my fingers tantalised the other, bringing a groan of joy from her throat. Her head fell back, exposing the elegant curve of her neck to the moon's soft light. I smoothly sank down the bed, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her joggers and panties. With one smooth move, I slid them off, allowing her legs to fall open before me. Casting my jeans aside, I marvelled at her beauty, stunning, illuminated by the dim moonlight filtering through the curtains. My hand fumbled inside her drawer, searching for a condom before joining her once more on the bed. Our mouths reunited in a tender kiss, our bodies intertwining as one. As I rolled the condom onto my throbbing length, I struggled to maintain control, every fibre of my being yearned to be inside her, to lose myself in the depths of her warmth. I positioned myself between her legs, the head of my cock brushing against her slick entrance. She bit her lip, anticipation etched across her delicate features. As I entered her, inch by torturous inch, I revelled in the gasping breaths and soft moans she couldn't suppress. The sensation of her walls clenching around me threatened to steal my sanity.
"Goddess, Audrey," I groaned, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony.
Our lovemaking was a potent mixture of passion and sorrow, each thrust imbued with the knowledge that this would be our last time. As our rhythm intensified, so too did our desperate need for one another.
"Please, don't stop," she begged, her voice strained with pleasure.
"Never," I promised, my hands gripping her hips as I drove into her relentlessly. Our sweat-slicked skin slid against one another, the room filled with the sounds of our union.Her fingers dug into my shoulders, her body trembling beneath mine as her orgasm tore through her.
"Damon!" she cried out, her voice raw with ecstasy. Audrey quickly straddled me, desperate to continue, and I trembled as her slick heat pressed against my throbbing shaft. I moaned into her mouth, the taste of her lips intoxicatingly sweet. She whimpered in response, her breath hot on my skin.
"Damn, Audrey," I breathed, my voice shaking as I fought to maintain control. I gently lifted her by the hips, positioning myself at her entrance, then lowered her once again onto me. Her gasps echoed in my ears, our shared pleasure intensifying with the descent. Our lips parted, and for a moment, we simply gazed into each other's eyes. The love and sorrow that swirled within those blue depths threatened to break me, but I refused to look away. This was our final connection, and I wanted to drink in every detail.
"Goddess, Damon," she whispered, her eyes never leaving mine as she began to move atop me. I gripped her hips, guiding her in a tender rhythm that gradually quickened. Our bodies danced together, driven by both passion and desperation, and I could feel my climax building like a storm inside me. Her face contorted with desire, Audrey's eyes locked onto mine.
"I'm... I'm so close," she panted, her body quivering with need. I knew I couldn't hold back much longer either. With a cry that sent shivers down my spine, Audrey arched her back, her head thrown back in ecstasy as her climax washed over her.
