My poor heart nearly falls out of my chest at her breath of a request.
“Hate you…” I hum as I lean forward a small bit.
Just enough that my lips taste a sample of hers.
The soft little sound that she couldn’t silence hits me square in my chest. Her pinky tightens against mine with the desire to deepen what I’m giving her. I pull back and bring our tangled digits to my lips.
“How could I hate a creation made so perfectly? The only way to give her a flaw was to soul bind her to four imperfect creatures.”
“I’m full of flaws and you, your brothers, you four are far from imperfect. You’re all perfect to me.”
Perfect to her…
She’s perfect for us. All of us, I’ll begrudgingly admit.
Let me not be selfish.
“Chaos, Seduction, Creation, Accord, Consequence, Boundaries, or Obliteration. I don’t care which comes out of you, Thayla. You’ll never use them against me or my brothers the way they have.”
I untwine our pinkies and lay her hand to my heart. My fingers travel from between her eyebrows, down her nose, lips, till theygently grip her throat. From there, I slide my palm down her body until I can pull her shirt up and rest it against her bare skin.
“May the Veilatara stomp me to death if I ever grow an ounce of hatred in my heart for you.”
“Riven…”
Her husky, low voice sends a shiver down my spine.
“Sharing space with my soul is about as official as I can make my promise, little burden.”
When Verlet denied me access to the hot spring to escape, I became overwhelmed with the need to be close to the one being who can ease the night terrors effortlessly.
She doesn’t even know she does that for me.
I don’t want her to ever think I seek her company for my own relief, so I’ve never expressed it. Probably never will.
I came in here tonight, hoping she’d let me hang out with her. I’m not an idiot. I’m just ignoring the fact everyone’s mad at me for the stupidity that caused me to get taken.
The sensation that says that decision was inevitable still overwhelms me, so I stand by my choice.
Besides the point.
I was going to be happy with her allowing me to hang out in her hot spring where I could smell her. I didn’t expect a talk, not a serious one, nor did I expect to declare what I just did, but it’s out there now.
Consuming my thoughts.
A forbidden craving has taken hold of me, and it will be satisfied.
She has no clue about the amount of time I spend thinking about her and her sliver of soul that saves me from myself daily.
Her eyes widen like she’s only now realizing how far that will take things. What that really means for her and me.
I hesitate only for a second.
Maybe for me. Maybe for her. Her unwavering permission.
I’m not sure.
Her hand slides from my heart to my neck and we move as one. I tug her so close to me, she has to hike her leg over my hip. A hiss tries but fails to tear our mouths apart. I suck that unexpected fucker down.
