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I’ve waited so long for this day I almost can’t believe it’s finally here. Phoebe is home where she belongs. By my side, away from the monster who stole her from me, but will it be the same?
What if she hates me for leaving it so long? Time can be the enemy and her fascination with me may have changed. She will have changed; how could she not?
I hesitate before pushing the door open and find the room in darkness. Is she asleep? Is she here at all?
My weapons are heavy against my back, the blood from Hosea’s last beat of his heart drying on my hands. His twisted cry that rode the breeze that carried him to hell is still ringing in my ears. I am a sinner, and I probably always will be.
Not exactly the man you take home to your mom.
It’s a good job she doesn’t have one. That was something we shared. She guided me through the pain of losing my own mom and was there for me when I was falling. It’s taken me two years to return the favor and now, as I approach, I make out the dark silhouette of the woman I love framed against the window; the moonlight touching her body, casting her in an ethereal light.
“Phoebe.” My voice scratches against my throat and I hate the uncertainty in it.
“Apollo.” Her soft, familiar voice swells my heart and brings me to my figurative knees.
She turns toward me and whispers, “I knew you would come. I never lost hope.”
“I let you down.” My voice cracks and she hisses, “You will never let me down. It was an impossible situation.”
I approach tentatively, and she moves toward me, a ghostly figure painted in black, her soft curves unchanged from how I remember them.
“What did he do to you?” I must know, and she says softly. “What you saw. I was his forgiveness, the antidote to evil in his mind. He kept me pure to ensure his soul was pure and he would ascend to heaven when he died. By removing his soul, he was free to carry out his twisted and depraved acts, knowing he would be forgiven. He was mad. Insane if you like and it became a ritual that never changed since he took me from you.”
“He didn’t touch you, hurt you?”
She shakes her head. “No. He worshipped me.”
I take another step forward and she does the same and I whisper, “I love you, Phoebe and I never gave up on us. I wish–” I drag in my breath because I can’t say the same. There have been many women, whores, to take care of my physical needs but never my emotional ones. I wouldn’t let anyone else in, only her, but I hate my weakness in seeking comfort in the flesh of others.
She steps forward, covered in black paint, naked under it like the goddess of black hearts. Her long hair hangs to her waist and her natural red lips are curved in a smile. She reaches me and her hands grip my jacket, and she eases it off my shoulders, the light shining in her eyes as she smiles into mine. Then she lifts my t-shirt over my head and drops it to the ground. She smiles as she unfastens my pants and they drop to my heels and as I step out of them, my Calvin’s follow.
Now we are both naked against the darkening night sky with only the moonlight shining its approval. She drags my head down and kisses me with a hunger I share and as I delight in her familiarity, my soul breathes a sigh of relief.
I reach out, not really believing she is real and as my fingers touch her soft skin, it’s as if she powers up my soul. I am trying so hard not to pounce, to devour her with the hunger raging inside me. I’ve waited an eternity for this moment, and I don’t want to frighten her.
She has other ideas and pushes me away, her eyes gleaming in the darkness, and whispers huskily, “Get on the bed.” The sultry determination in her eyes has me moving so damn quick and as I lie back, she straddles me like a demon goddess, the black paint decorating her skin, the perfect accompaniment to her long silky hair.
Her eyes flash in the darkness and I don’t believe I’ve ever seen anything as magnificent as she is now. Her lips bend to mine and she actually licks my face before tying our tongues together and pressing her lips hard against mine. Her hands grip my wrists, forcing me down as she grinds her clit against my shaft. If I was ever in any doubt about her wanting me, I’m not now and she is making it very clear that she is in charge.
She bites my neck as she travels down, and I am happy to do anything she wants. I have waited so long for Phoebe. I will follow her lead and as she bites my nipple, I groan loudly into the darkness.
She is a siren. A seducer of souls and mine has always belonged to her.
She kisses my body, every fucking inch of it, and drags her tongue over every ounce of flesh, tasting and feasting on her man. She reaches my swollen cock, and she gasps when she sees the piercing adorning it.
Her eyes raise to mine, and she whispers, “Apollo?”
I say huskily, “It has always belonged to you.”
She trails her fingers over the small padlock that locked it away when she was taken.
“I’m not pretending I never fucked anyone else, but it was you I saw behind my eyes.” I say gruffly, and she nods, a knowing smile on her lips.
“I never expected you to wait. I understand, Apollo. We draw a line under our past and script our future and just so you know–” She grabs my balls and holds them in her gentle hands. “It’s me or nothing from now on.”
It makes me chuckle softly, my heart almost bursting with love for this woman. “It always has been, baby.”
I really mean that because my cock may have had some use while she was gone, but my heart remained true to her. Always her.
