“I want you to come for me,” he growled. “I want you to say my name.”
I looked deep into his eyes. “Which one?”
His eyes flared, flames dancing in their depths, and in that moment, I could see the god in him. Iblees. Ancient and powerful and mine. “The one that’s etched on your heart.”
He entered me with slow undulations of his hips, each one taking him deeper, stretching me to accommodate him. My lungs grew tight, each breath shallow and faster as he filled me. The spot at my solar plexus tingled and flared, tightening, knotting, and pulsing as if pulling him in. Pulling him closer. Heat soothed over my skin, rising to hug my throat like phantom fingers squeezing and holding me down as he seated himself inside me.
“Araz…” His name was a whisper. “Mine…My love. My heart.”
ARAZ
She says my name, and everything inside me stills and moves at the same time. The god Iblees settles into Araz. Into me, and for a moment I am whole. There is nothing but her.
Us.
This.
The feel of her tightening around me as I drive deep, her breath breaking against my lips, thighs shaking around my hips, drives me to the edge. Every thrust is a promise. I love you. I’m here. I’ll stay, always. I want to show her what she means to me. Show her with my body. With every thrust and every caress.
“Araz…” My name is a plea on her lips as she comes apart with me buried deep in her heat. Her eyes go blind with release, hips grinding and jerking against mine, her body milking me as if she’s trying to pull my soul from my body.
I hold on tight, giving her all of me, hips snapping against her, deeper and harder until my rhythm stutters. She drags me over the edge, her nails digging into my shoulders. I fall. Spilling endlessly inside her. Wanting nothing but to merge with her forever.
Mine.
My Leela.
My flame.
She trembles with the aftershocks of our lovemaking, and I hold her tight, loath to let her go, but I feel our time running out. Feel her body rising into consciousness.
There are things I wanted to say to her, but I don’t regret saying them with my body. This union strengthens our bond, our connection, and it matters more than words. So I use the time we have left right now to tell her the essential parts. The parts I know she will worry about.
I take a moment to simply be with her. To simply rest inside her. To hold her and breathe her in until urgency forces me to speak.
“Leela?”
“Mmmm…” She nuzzles closer, her eyes half-mast. Drifting into sleep while asleep.
I’m loath to disturb her, but it must be done. “I need to tell you things. Are you listening?”
She blinks, eyes widening. “Time’s running out tonight, isn’t it?”
“Yes, so listen, love. When you expelhimfrom my vessel, he will be weakened. He will need to regroup. To find a way to attack again. His immortal vessel was destroyed in the prison, so he cannot unmake this world without a replacement.”
“Araz…” Her large gray eyes fill with questions. “You mean he can take another body?”
“Not anybody. It will need to…fit. My vessel works because it is primed for an ancient god.”
“Araz, there are tons of ancient gods in Aakash Sansaar.”
“No, Leela. The Asura are not as ancient as Iblees. Their vessels could not house the primordial evil…”
“What is he? Who is he?”
“Old as time itself. He is something that came before the gods.”
She shakes her head. “Why does he want to destroy us?”
