Sin takes a shuddering breath, his hands cupping my ass, massaging it while he’s still buried deep within me. “You are so fucking beautiful. You’re fucking perfect, kitten,” he whispers the words, and I feel his cock twitch, starting to get hard again.
“Perfect is a strong word. I’m pretty sure I drive you crazy,” I say as I crawl forward on the bed, effectively pulling him out. I look over my shoulder at him, smiling, only to find his gaze locked on my ass. Pursing my lips, I turn, sitting on my knees.
Sin’s eyes finally flick back to my own. “You do drive me crazy. That doesn’t make you less perfect for me.”
I lick my lips at his answer, and Sin’s eyes fix on the gesture, flaring for a moment before stalking towards me on the bed. Giggling, I scramble back. “Sin, at some point, we’re going to need to leave your room.”
Sin reaches the center of the bed, and I dash off it. His answering smile is dark and predatory as he tracks my movement. “Go ahead, kitten, make my day and make me chase you.”
My heart thunders in anticipation. Sin is insatiable when it comes to my body, and Iloveit. I back up to his door, turning the knob and taking a second to peek in the hall, finding it empty. Sin is still on the bed, watching me, and I smile sweetly at him beforesticking out my tongue and dashing back into my own room.
I barely make it inside before Sin apparates in front of me, slamming me back into my door, his mouth claiming mine in a wild and uncontrolled kiss. When he finally pulls away from me, I let reality inch back into our lives.
“We should get dressed, I’m sure the team is waiting on us. After all, today is…” I stop at the dark look that crosses Sin’s face.
“Please. Please don’t do this,” he whispers, his eyes pleading.
I swallow. Why does the thought of dying hurt more today?
I cup his cheek. “I need to do this, Sin. I need to be free.”
He takes my hand and kisses my knuckles. “Do you have any idea how hard it is for me not to use my influence to change your mind right now? The idea of losing you is enough to make me want to un-exist the entire Otherworld Realm because that’s better than risking your life. I am holding on by a fucking thread.”
My throat feels tight, and I blink back tears. “You won’t lose me. I’ll come back to you.”
He shudders against me but says nothing.
“I won’t be long,” I say softly, and my heart shatters at the broken look in Sin’s eyes.
He apparates out of the room without another word, and the second I’m alone, I let myself sink down against the door, curling my arms around my knees.
This is it. Morgana is going to kill me today.
I wonder if it will hurt. Death seems like a pretty painful experience.
I’d rather not get stabbed or choked to death. Especially the latter. Assuming I do come back, I’d rather not picture dying if Sin chokes me the next time we’re together.
At the thought of Sin, my tears start to fall freely. I’m hurting him, and it’s killing me to do it. I love him. So much it consumes me, and while I have no regrets over sealing our mate bond, I can’t help but feel guilty about doing it right before I die. That thought only has me spiralling harder.
I cry because I’m going to die today, and I’m scared. I cry because if I don’t come back, my friends, both here and in the Mortal Realm, will be crushed to lose me. I cry because I turned out not to be broken and finally found a way to love someone, even though Sin will likely never love me back.
The wording of the prophecy is all too clear to me. I will be the one doing the loving. Not the powerful creatures. Leon never loved Cassandra. He loved a lie. It seems logical to assume that Sin won’t love me back, either. But whatever we have now, it’s more than enough. It’s more than I ever deserved.
I don’t move until I finally feel like I’ve gotten enough of my emotions out to face the others. If I get the crying out now, I can put on a brave mask. I refuse to break down or show any reluctance in front of the others. That will only make them more upset, and I can’t do that to them.
After freshening up in the bathroom, I pad over to my dresser. My breaths are back to normal, and I’ve shoved down the fear and the guilt.
I’m functional again and ready to take on my problems.
First up, what does one wear on their last day alive?
My eyes catch the tight gray dress folded neatly in my bottom drawer. I can’t look at it without shuddering since it reminds me of Leon. The mere thought of him touching me has my skin crawling.
It sounds like the perfect thing to die in. Why spoil other clothing?
I’m just pulling the last strands of my hair into a French braid when Sin apparates into the room. He looks like he’s about to speak but stops short when he takes in what I’m wearing.
“Fuck, kitten, you…” he starts.
