“Who I have always been. I can’t hold back with you... not any longer… not this time… My demon, he…”
His jaw flexed.
“He craves you as much as I do.”
Something in his expression shifted then, something darker pushing forward and pressing closer to the surface.
“All of me… every part, every facet… needs a taste of you,” he continued, his voice dropping lower before a beat passed.
“The question is…will you let him?”
I swallowed, my heart racing. I was nervous, pieces of me scared even, yet despite all that, I instinctively knew I was already too far gone to turn back now. I wouldn’t have even if I’d had the choice.
So, I nodded.
Rising slightly, I brushed my lips against his as I whispered,
“I want it all.”
The sound that left him in response wasn’t entirely human, something deeper threading through it, a rough, fractured mix of hunger and release.
And then…
Everything changed.
“Do not be frightened of me, little one,”he said, though his voice was already shifting, thickening with something darker.
His body tensed beneath my touch, shadows beginning to seep from him, curling along his skin like living things. The tattoos now slithering beneath his pale flesh, like dark serpents beneath the water.
His eyes darkened further, swallowing the blue and then the glowing silver, and his veins briefly glowed green before fading into something far more unnatural.
The air thickened.
And then his wings erupted behind him.
They were huge!
Far larger than anything the space should have been able to contain, stretching wide enough to consume the room. Their vast span forced the very air to shift around them as their edges brushed against the floor and ceiling. Shadows bled from theirmovement, trailing in thick, living ribbons that curled and coiled in their wake. It was as though the darkness itself answered to him.
The sheer size of them made everything feel smaller, tighter, as if the world had been forced to bend, to reshape itself simply to accommodate what he truly was.
But it wasn’t just their size.
It was what they carried.
A heavy, ancient power that pressed into my chest with every careful move they made. Their texture was somewhere between feathers and something far more unnatural. Each was edged with something that felt less like creation and more like something born from shadow itself.
He was terrifying.
And yet… I couldn’t look away.
Because there was something undeniably beautiful in it too, something raw and wild that held me captive just as surely as the fear did.
I didn’t have long to take it in.
Because he moved again, and even his hands had changed. They were darker now, as though they too had been dipped in shadow itself. His skin almost looked stained, fading halfway up his forearm. Thick, black talons curled at the ends of each fingertip, but the second he saw me flinch as they gripped behind my knees, he forced them to recede as he dragged me closer to the edge.
Without hesitation, he spread me wide for him, positioning himself between me with a certainty that stole the breath from my lungs.
