I’m wearing one of the most beautiful gowns Emrys has gotten me. The fabric is pure black silk, embroidered with roses and thorns. The corset for my torso is a rich, black velvet. The sleeves are sheer black lace. The moment I put the dress on, everywhere the different fabrics touch my skin, it’s a soft caress. It wears and fits like a dream.
My hair cascades down my shoulders, and I pull the sides into a small bun. I paint my lips a deep red and slip my feet into thigh-high stockings combined with heels.
When I enter our bedroom, every ridge and windowsill is covered in lit cream-colored candles, soft drops of meltedwax forming their own sculpture. The soft orange glow casts a haunting play of shadows across the room, and I feel my markings sizzle. Emrys follows my every move, as if he sees me for the first time.
“Lucem mei, you steal the breath from my lungs,” he growls softly, and I bite on my lower lip.
Emrys opens his mouth, and I know what he’s going to say, or instead ask me.
Don’t Emrys, I am as certain of my choice as the trees need water and oxygen to survive.
A smirk tugs at his lips, and he holds up his hands defensively. Without another word, he walks to the bed and pats it. I watch as he sits down, the bed slightly dips under his weight, and I stride toward him, never breaking our eye contact.
I position myself on his lap, my head resting on his shoulder, then I stretch my neck, giving him access. All restraint has bled from me, and I crave this, want thisnow.
I feel his sharp canines graze my skin, and a delicious shudder crawls across my body. None of this is new, yet it is. As his teeth puncture my flesh, Emrys pushes forward all the love he feels for me, overwhelming my senses. The bite isn’t painful; instead, it’s strangely soothing. His venom leaks into my veins, and I sense it traveling throughout my body, while my mind is in a dream-like state. It’s sensational.
My heart begins to beat faster, pumping the venom through my bloodstream, thumping loudly against my ribcage . My skin prickles up, and my pupils constrict, then dilate. The air is heavy, and I can feel the heat from the tiny army of flames that surrounds us. Colors are brighter, and the glow of the flickering candles makes me squint my eyes. It’s too bright. Desire claws through the marrow of my soul, and I burn for Emrys, a soul-deep yearning—a hunger beneath my ribs. I reach for him, and when my fingers brush against his cheek, I yelp at the jolt thatsurges through me. All of my senses are heightened, but before worry can consume my mind, he presses his lips against mine.
My spine tingles from the intensity, as I rake my fingers wildly through his night-black hair. I ache with need. I’m drawn to him as if his very breath is a summons. Our tongues meet, tasting each other as if it’s the very first time. Emrys bites on my lower lip, and I softly moan. I turn, so I straddle him, as my body sinks against his, and I let his closeness unravel me. Emrys splays his palm between my breasts, and suddenly, I find the heavy fabric that’s wrapped around my frame suffocating. All I need is his skin meeting mine. With impatience, I start to loosen my corset, and I feel Emrys smirk against my lips.
“I need you, Emrys, I need us to consummate this union,” I whisper against his mouth.
He kisses me deeper, while I tug at his blouse instead. Again, that grin. Frustrated, I pull back.
“Don’t you want this? Me? Please, I don’t think I’m able to contain myself,” I whimper, confusion written all over my face.
“That is pretty obvious, Tempest,” he laughs.
I lean back a little, then blink at the piece of blouse in my hand. I look at him and notice the small bits of clothing still clinging to his sculpted body. Smoldering wisps of smoke surround him.
“W-What happened?” I stutter.
“I think part of your witch side has awoken.”
“And the first thing I did was burn your clothes off?” I ask in disbelief.
“There’s nothing wrong with using your powers for what you desire.” He gives me a sly half-smile.
I remove a piece of fabric that’s draped over his erect cock. Slowly, my gaze travels back to his eyes, which have darkened to black, coiling voids filled with lust. I let out a deep sigh, allowingthe yearning for Emrys to take over, and a strange sensation spreads across my skin, as my gown dissolves into ash. My flesh is bare. Slightly shocked, I glance up at Emrys, who takes me in.
“I amnotcomplaining,” he says mischievously.
His fingers wrap around my neck, and he pulls me in for another kiss. One that is demanding and possessive, and I revel in it. His cock finds its way between the wetness of my slit, and I slowly begin to grind. Emrys groans approvingly against my mouth. I lift my hips slightly, position myself, and the moment his tip presses against my entrance, I let myself sink down. Emrys swallows the gasps I release at the sensation of my vaginal walls sucking in his erect member with trembling urgency as if it's our first time. The way my body folds into his shows we are two souls sculpted from the same dark celestial marrow. I begin to roll my hips, the obscene squelching sound of his cock entering my cunt fills the room. Emrys kisses me feverishly, his fingers bruising my hips, as he increases our rhythm. His thrusts become faster, unrestrained. I moan loudly, but I barely have time to breathe before his lips find mine once more. The pressure builds inside of me, heat spreading throughout my body. Emrys trembles slightly, his body melted into mine. It’s magical, there’s no other way to describe it. The moment we both orgasm, our souls conjoin, cementing the transformation. My canines elongate, and I whisk my tongue against my sharp teeth. I want to taste Emrys, bite him, but instead, I break the skin of his lower lip. Feeling my teeth puncturing his flesh is sensational, and he does the same with mine. Contented, we suckle on each other's lips, kiss, and feed.
“You’re lucent, it’s beautiful,” he murmurs.
With my nails still deeply embedded in his flesh, Emrys’s body stiffens as if the air itself shifts, and he breaks our kiss. Blood drips across his chin onto his collarbone, and I lick mylips at the sight. His gaze drifts across the room, staring into nothingness.
“This can’t be true,” he whispers.
I raise my eyes to him, forgetting the blood, and I seek the shadowed planes of his face. I place a hand on the side of his temple. That’s when I hear it too, a faint murmur, a distant whisper I fail to understand. Unable to decipher what my own markings try to let through, I ask Emrys what’s happening.
“What is wrong, my love?”
“My shadows…Ourshadows, they return to me the news that your brother, Fynn… He’s dead.”
I furrow my brows, our bodies still intertwined.
