“Tell me you want this,” she says in a whisper, her gaze lowered.
Oh, Aurora.
Something in my chest twists with extreme violence.
“More than anything, princess.” His thumbs rub along her hips as he gulps.
With a slight nod to herself, she slides down, impaling herself.
They both let out a shout as he fills her again. Aurora leans over to kiss him deeply before sitting up. Bracing her palms on his chest, she sets the perfect rhythm.
Those gray eyes turn up, colliding almost violently with mine. Despite the slats, I know she sees me.
My breath freezes in my chest. Her irises are the color of light passing through smoky quartz, and I know them better than my own. My heart swells and beats so hard it threatens to break my ribs so it can fall at her feet.
Aurora bites her lip, and I know that means she found the angle where she can repeatedly rub her clit roughly against his pelvic bone.
Her pink hair is wild and tousled, a waterfall down her back, making her look all the more a sex goddess. The John curls up to capture one of her nipples in his mouth.
Fae fucking hell. What it would be like to know how they taste...
Her pace picks up as she rides him harder, faster. Her gaze never leaves mine, and I don’t look away.
I’m with you.
I’ll always be with you.
It’s okay.
I don’t say the words out loud, but I know she hears me all the same.
Her breath hitches and her rhythm stutters.
“Wait, what?” The John has finally noticed the glow around her body.
He must feel it now. Maybe he even knows what’s coming, but I doubt it.
Those gray eyes begin to glow pink, several shades more intense and vibrant than her hair.
“Wait, stop,” he begs. His voice has already turned thready as she feeds on him.
She’sbeenfeeding on him. He just hasn’t noticed. Like taking sips from a glass of water before she downs the rest of her cup’s contents in one go.
Her expression glazes over as she sucks in her fill, feeding off the John’s lust, the sexual energy crackling between them, circling like static.
He only now understands he’s dying. Fingers claw weakly at her shoulders, but his hips still move in tandem with her like he can’t help himself.
“Ungh.” Aurora cries out, throwing her head back, coming with a burst of invisible energy. Gooseflesh rises along the nape of my neck as it washes over me.
And then it’s done.
The silence presses in, the room’s color drained to gray. Only the candles flicker.
Aurora rises, careful not to look at the John’s face as she steps down from the dais. I move from my place in the shadows, her robe in my hand. Black claws extend from my fingers and pierce the fabric.
When had that happened?
Aurora turns away from me, and I help her into the silk garment. I’m careful not to touch her as I drop it onto her shoulders.
