As the words spill from my lips, he wastes no time, and I’m lying on my back in a second as Emrys flips us around. His gleaming pointed canines show as he breathes heavily. His hands are wrapped around my thighs, pulling up one of my legs, which he drapes over his shoulder, spreading me wide as he thrusts into me.
“Who am I to deny what my darling truly desires?” he growls, aroused.
Smoky shadows emerge from his body, replacing his hands, while others move over my body, and I whimper lustfully. He shoves his cock entirely into my vagina, then pauses and traces his finger over my clit; slowly, he starts to rub, the sensitive bundle slippery from my wetness. As he’s working me, a shadow joins his cock, stretching me carefully as it expands, while another one penetrates my ass, filling me up, elongating itself. More tendrils are starting to touch me, as my nipples are being teased with pinching and pulling, my breasts roughly kneaded. I cry out from pleasure, only to be silenced as a shadow enters my mouth, viciously starting to fuck my throat.
Emrys’s finger movements are taken over as a rhythm is unleashed on my clit that is dizzying—the shadows rubbing and vibrating. He grips my waist harshly and starts thrusting hard and deep into my soaking slit; the shadow that inserted itself with his cock starts moving as well, while the one that entered my ass does the same. Emrys orders his shadows to make me sit up while he fucks me viciously, at a punishing pace. As I choke on the shadow that relentlessly enters my mouth, he bites my neck while I make unintelligible sounds. Feeling his sharp teeth finally puncture my heated skin once more consumes me with rapture. Desire continues to coil between my thighs, my toes curling as each orgasm is followed by one even more intense. Pleasure surges through my body like an endless wave. I hear Emrys snarl and growl as he empties himself inside me, my cunt milking him dry. I finger his dark, silky hair, his teeth still firmly embedded in my skin, while his shadows and he continue to fuck me in unison.
He swiftly pulls out his cock, the shadow inside me expanding, taking over the movement within not giving me time to catch my breath. Emrys takes hold of his shaft and plunges himself into my ass, which is ready for his thrusting. He stops feeding for a brief second, separating himself with reluctance.He tears his skin, and crimson begins to spill freely. The shadow that consumes my throat gives me some relief and covers itself in Emrys’s blood, then returns straight to my mouth, teasing my lips. I eagerly lick it all off, then open my mouth desperately for more as Emrys witnesses it all with approval in his eyes. He grabs the nape of my neck and meets my lips with his own, his tongue tasting mine. Both our mouths are full of blood, mingling together. The love we share for each other is evident in the flavor of our scarlet life essence, blood that flows in both our veins. We kiss feverishly as if it's the first time, savoring each other. He bites open his lower lip, and I start to suck on it, evoking an aroused grumbling. With a roar, he unloads himself again as I lap up his blood. The shadows retract, and I feel his seed seep along my legs. We drop onto the bed, panting, our blood staining the duvet and pillows, but neither of us cares.
“Mine always,” he snarls possessively and kisses my forehead lovingly.
He pulls me into his embrace and strokes my long hair. I sob with bliss as I sense our bond healing further, on a deeper level, forging in a way that can never be severed. I feel it click into place, our souls unyielding to anyone who tries to separate us, neither now nor in the future. If someone were ever to try to break us apart, it would require my free will to be amended—not just my heart, but also my mind. As our bodies melt into one, so do our minds and souls, stronger than before. No curse can ever tear us apart. Our love is like poetry that breaks through the madness of it all, revealing it for what it was: a parasite of falsity.
“Yours, always,” I breathe. “My soul will always find you.”
I kiss him deeply, and his fingers trail between my legs as shadows start to tease me. This man never needs a long break, and my body responds eagerly to his touch as I lean into him. My wetness coats the insides of my thighs. He breaks our kiss.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he says with a raspy voice. “Get on your knees.”
Emrys can no longer smell the Aurum on me, and it feels as if a cover has been lifted. My mind feels clear, free from the constant troubling thoughts about my twin brother, Fynn; the desire to bleed him to death faded as the presence of the curse diminished. It is as if a veil has been torn away, providing me with clarity. New concerns emerged when the magic evaporated, no longer offering protection. If Emrys can no longer detect the scent of the magic, any other creature will also realize that I am no longer shielded. Even though it was already a thin veil before, due to both my sibling and me having lived for too long, the scent of the Aurum still lingered, suggesting that touching me could be a lethal affair. Now, Emrys's marking needs to suffice. It is a thought that terrifies him, worrying that a night creature could be foolish enough in a frenzy to try to kill me. Even though a mere whiff of him, an Umbra, on me is enough to make them scurry out of sight when I pass by, he dreads leaving me by myself. I did admit to Emrys that I don’t want to lose sight of him either. With him near, I feel safe. Despite Elijah’s death, Faas's group of human hunters is still present; their business withthe city of Valorya, however, remains unclear—another reason I don’t want Emrys to leave my side.
The whole ordeal with Elijah is a lingering traumatic reminder of what could have gone wrong if he had been too late. Thinking of the name Elijah leaves a bitter taste, yet it serves as a warning that one can lose oneself and spiral into madness. I no longer sense a tug when I think about Elijah, nor do I care about his death, which was inevitable after his despicable behavior—his assault on me. Thinking about that night makes my skin crawl. His crazed eyes, the way those filthy fingers were tearing apart my beautiful dress, how they had roamed my bare skin. I feel bile rising at the memory, and I do my best to swallow it down, replacing the images of that night by looking out the window into the garden.
The blooming roses and their thorns shift aside as I approach the stained glass, while the black, crawling ivy closes in. I open the window and breathe in the fresh air, the nausea fading. The ivy entwines itself into a net, as if it worries that I might fall. The vines form a stunning pattern with their black leaves and emerald nerves.
“Thank you, I promise I’ll be careful,” I murmur to the plants.
The ivy remains still, unwavering in its movements. I’m considering whether to stroke the leaves or if that will harm them. Then I softly chuckle at myself, realizing I am pondering whether to caress a plant and talk to it as if it has a mind of its own.
“You won’t hurt it; I’m sure it’ll appreciate the affection. Although touching the nerves might tickle it a little.”
Emrys kisses my cheek as he wraps me in his strong arms, holding me tight. I giggle as I lean over, gently stroking the leaves, being careful not to touch the nerves. The plant trembleswith contentment, its leaves rustling softly, a soothing sound. I smile at the sight of it while Emrys lets out a deep sigh behind me as I press my backside against his groin.
“Don’t tempt me to add some length to your spine while you’re hanging out of the window, little tempest,” he growls provocatively.
I writhe against his hard bulge, daring him to execute his challenge. As I’m wriggling against his hard-on, I cry out in fear as the ivy suddenly wraps itself around my wrists, pulling me over the windowsill and bending me, the stone scraping my skin. Emrys shoves my dress up, yanks down my panties, and spanks my ass hard. I yelp, startled as the spot where his hand landed burns slightly. I breathe in loudly, then hold it for whatever is going to come, the plant holding me firmly in place.
“Didn’t I tell you the crawling ivy does the bidding of whoever inhabits this place, tempest?”
I can hear the smirk in the dark tone of his voice.
“I thought it might like me better,” I retort bratty, exhaling the breath I am holding.
“Such a smart mouth on you. And already so drenched. Do you like the idea of half hanging out of a window while I fuck you, Tempest?”
Before I can answer that rhetorical question, his erect cock enters my soaking entrance, and the ivy lets go of my wrists, the move so sudden it startles me. I scream as Emrys grasps my hips, his shadows lifting my legs off the ground, causing me to face downward to the ground eight meters below me, my hair falling loose, cascading over my shoulder. A smoky, dark shadow rips down my top, exposing my chest. Frantically, I plaster my hands on the rough surface of the stone outer wall as Emrys thrusts his cock back into me deeply, my insides clenching and pulsing around him.
“I hope you’ll never stop trying to defy me, darling,” he pants.
“Emrys, please,” I whine.
The ivy crawls back, and the vines pry my hands loose from the wall and pin them behind my back. His shadows are wrapped around my spread legs, my bare breasts swaying with each push, and the crisp air hardens my nipples. I’m scared out of my mind, afraid of what will happen if he slips up, but my core is one glistening mess as Emrys keeps driving his engorged cock into my slick cunt.
His pace pushes me over the edge, and I cry out his name loudly into the open air as an exploding climax shatters through me. A soft echo bounces off the trees, and my cheeks flush. A shadowy tendril wraps around my bundle of nerves, circling it, heightening my anticipation. Emrys keeps thrusting into me while I ride out the crashes of pleasure that keep coming. Dazed from my intense orgasm, his shadows pull me back into the room, and he positions me on my knees in front of him. Instinctively, I bury my fingers into his thighs and open my mouth, sticking out my tongue, impatient for his cum. He starts tugging his swollen cock, and within seconds, he ejaculates. Ropes of semen lace my eager mouth, my face, and my breasts. Eagerly, I latch my lips onto his glans, sucking the last bits of fluid out. I swirl my tongue around his shaft, and he weaves his fingers through my long dark hair. Hungrily, I start to lap and lick his shaft, wanting to taste more of him.
“Relax your throat,” he rasps.
I do as he says, as he shoves his cock deep into my mouth, groaning. I hold his muscular thighs firmly, drool dripping onto my chest as he hits the back of my throat. I cough and choke, but he keeps going, ordering me to breathe through my nose. It doesn’t take long before I taste the saltiness of his cum being released deep into my throat. I swallow it all greedily andcontinue to suck his cock and tip, cleaning him up. I wipe the cum from my breasts and face with my fingers, licking it all up.
