“Cullen.”
“Yeah?” He choked out, his lips trembling.
He leaned in to brush their lips together. “Do not beafraid. Kiss me.”
Slowly, Cullen leaned into him, his lips parting and his hands sliding into his hair. Leviathan pressed a few teasing kisses to his lips before giving the back of his neck a tight squeeze, pulling him closer. He felt
Cullen tense, but he’d already punched a hole straight through his chest.
There was a sharp crack of bone, a burst of blood, black spraying over his hand and the scent of it filling the air. Cullen cried out and then gasped, his breaths coming short and shaky as he pulled away again, his eyes widening in terror as Leviathan curled his fingers inside of him. Leviathan stroked his thumb up the side of his neck and then yanked his hand out, drawing his heart out with it. Cullen flinched and whimpered, his hands clutching at his shoulders while tears streamed down his cheeks.
“It hurts.” He breathed, his trembling growing worse. “It hurts…”
“I know.” He murmured, holding his heart tenderly between them as he kissed his cheek. “But it’s just pain. Move past it, my love.” He drew back, grabbing the necklace again. Slowly, gently, he wound it around Cullen’s beating heart, feeling heat flood his face as the sound of it pounded through him, so much stronger than before.
The darkness that he held at bay so well started to sweep in, tendrils of it winding through his mind until he heard himself suck in a sharp breath, his eyes falling closed for a brief moment while he fought the urge to devour the heart in front of him. A dangerous gamble, he realized distantly. Taking Cullen’s heart out like this. Hearts had always been a favorite. A weakness. And to hold Cullen’s in his hands like this… If he did not care for him so much, he wasn’t sure he could’ve handled it.
Slowly, he forced his gaze away from it, settling the jewel in place at the front of it before he looked up at Cullen. He was pale, his eyes wide with shock and pain. And dark. Dark demon eyes that showed…hunger. And desire. Leviathan sucked in a soft breath. Of course this fresh scent of blood and the beating heart would affect him as well.
Another danger. Cullen easily could’ve snapped, could’ve devoured his own heart and gotten himself killed.
Slowly, a smile tugging at his lips, his eyes focused on Cullen’s dark ones, he raised the heart to his lips and gave it a soft kiss. Cullen’s breaths cut off, his face going red.
Leviathan kissed it again, gave it the smallest of licks against his better judgment, everything in him giving a hard pulse ofwantat the taste of the beating organ under his tongue. And then he cupped the back of his neck again, holding him in place to prepare him.
But Cullen caught his wrist in a death grip, his head lowering to the heart in his palm. Leviathan barely got out a hissed warning before Cullen had dragged his tongue along it. An absolutely tortured sound tore from him as his eyes rolled back in his head. Leviathan tried to draw away, his eyes wide with alarm even as the sight shot straight to his groin, making his cock throb.
“Cullen!” He hissed, grabbing his shoulder. “Don’t–”
Slowly, Cullen’s lips parted, his teeth coming down gently on his own heart. Panic clutched at Leviathan’s own, a strangled cry tearing from him. And then Cullen’s eyes flickered, his mind coming back to him, and he pulled away with a sharp inhale, darting his eyes to the side as he let go of his wrist and gripped his shoulders.
“Put it back.” He ground out through his teeth.
Leviathan wasted no time, slamming the organ back into his chest before beginning to send waves of healing power into him, stopping the bleeding and sealing his heart in place again.
Cullen gasped softly–and spun back to him, slamming his mouth down on his. Leviathan murmured in surprise but he was quickly lost to it, the mix of Cullen’s blood and darkness too much for even him to ignore. He wrapped a strong arm around Cullen’s waist, yanking him against him, and Cullen poured a moan into his mouth, his hands sliding into his hair. Leviathan willed their clothes gone and then they were moving against each other, Cullen hard between them as he adjusted himself, his hand sliding back to position Leviathan under him. They both gasped as he lowered himself, Leviathan’s hand tightening dangerously on his neck while the other pulled him down hard.
Another clash of lips and teeth and then they were moving again, Leviathan’s hips pumping up into him while Cullen pressed down onto him, rotating his hips again and again until Leviathan groaned and buried his teeth in his throat, his hands pushing and pulling at him, urging him faster.
Cullen was moaning, soft, needy sounds tearing from him while he arched against him and rolled his hips. Leviathan snarled softly and leaned forward, pinning him to the bed, his thrusts becoming more desperate as Cullen’s nails dug into his back, leaving deep grooves that stung and ached…
“Cullen.” He gasped out in warning, his face lowering without him telling it to. He pressed a few weak kisses to his throat, then dipped lower, running his tongue along the open slit in his chest. It was little more than a sliver now. Cullen gasped at the feeling, his body trembling hard as he archedup against him, his hands digging into his shoulders. Leviathan did it again, his eyes rolling back in his head at the taste of his fresh blood. Cullen whimpered and tensed, his hand clutching at his hair, pushing him harder against the wound. Leviathan gave it another slow lick and then shot back up, slamming his mouth down on Cullen’s with a soft growl. Cullen matched the sound, their movements growing quicker and more desperate until they were both shuddering and gasping, their mouths locked together as they came undone. Cullen arched up against him with a scream and Leviathan slammed into him, burying himself deep as he stilled.
He collapsed on him, burying his face in his throat to hear the wild pulse there. Cullen squirmed under him, though, his body trembling harder as he clutched at his hair and his shoulders.
“Levi.” He whimpered.
A slow smile spread across his face as he raised his mouth to his again. “Yes, pet?”
“Keep going.” He pleaded against his lips. “Keep going…”
If he wasn’t so lost in the blood frenzy, he might have teased him, might have slowed down and been gentle in that way that always made Cullen whimper with impatience. But he found himself moving again instantly, his mouth coming down hard on his as their bodies grew hot and tense again.
“You’re mine, pet.” He whispered into the kiss. “You’re mine.”
“I’m yours.” He repeated weakly, kissing him harder.
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