"But if I'd got into the Vault just five minutes quicker...I'd...he'd...I might've….”
Pain sears across my chest. I hate that she's hurting, and I hate that she's blaming herself, but she's such an enigma. It's difficult to know how to help her. Lynna is easy to cheer up. I like her, but she's the most materialistic person I've ever met.Diamonds genuinely do make me feel better, she has always said. But Renna doesn't want my money, and she doesn't like excessive affection either.
"Can we sit on the terrace?" She asks, as my thumb brushes a tear from her freckled brown skin.
"We can do whatever you like. Shall I have the staff bring you some dinner?"
She nods, big eyes on me. I brush my lips against hers, putting her on the outside bed and asking a servant to bring her some tomato soup. I’ll never get used to these orange eyes of hers. My breath catches in my throat every time I look up. She eats quietly, staring out at my forested gardens that sprawl beneath the balcony. "I'm alright," she tells me, once she's finished her food. "I'll be alright. I know I’m strong enough to get through this.”
I fucking love her. "I know you will, love. I'll go and see Onyx tonight and see if he'll speak to me"
She nods, graceful hands sliding the shirt off her bruised and bandaged shoulders so she can tan naked in the deep evening sun. She loves doing this. It's torture for me, but it's torture I'm addicted to enduring. As I push my own shirt off my shoulders, she crawls over me, curling into my lap like a cat. Temptress that she is, her lips begin to place featherlight kisses across my scars, and I tense for a moment before relaxing into it. I trust her.
Ever so gently, she traces the map of burns that sprawl over my chest and trickle down my side, her touch like a bucket of cool water. "Why the name Obsidian?" She asks, eventually.
"He wasn't always called Obsidian. My father named him Rexxeniel. My father was called Rexxalion. He was always a pompous man." My fingertips run down the curve of her back as she lies on my chest. "Named both his son and his grandson after himself. When he died, Siddie was a newborn, and it was only us left in our little world. Renaming him was one of the first things I did. I didn't want to name him after myself and my father. I didn't want him to become like us. Do you know what obsidian is?"
"A rock?"
"It's the name given to cooled and solidified lava originating from a volcano. I'd had lava spilled over my chest, and the only reason I survived was Siddie. He was my hope that I'd see the lava cool down. The name Obsidian, obnoxious though it may be, carries so much meaning for us both. It represents everything we survived together."
"It's the perfect name," she whispers, eyes wide with understanding as my fingers carve a nonsense trail up her spine again. "I really like him already and... I'm sorry I said I thought you two weren't close. I judged your parenting when I really shouldn't have. It's nice to see a healthy father-son relationship for a change."
"You don't need to apologise, angel," I murmur, and she smiles at the nickname. It takes me back a year and a half, to times that were so much simpler than now, even if we thought they may be complicated back then. Together we have survived war, loss, disaster, and grief. Together, we are unbreakable.
"I hate this ring," she whispers, removing my father’s gold band from my index finger, holding it up so she can see the inscription on the inside.Love will kill us all.
I tear it from her grip, flinging it across the balcony with a quiet clink across the stone tiles. She laughs, watching me slide her engagement ring off her small finger. I hold it up to the sky, letting her sit up to read it. "Love will save us all. I didn't notice that before," she mumbles, rapidly blinking her tears away.
I smile down at the highlight of my life so far. She looks nice in my shirts. "I'll get the same thing engraved onto my wedding ring too, Rennalya."
She takes my face between her hands and kisses me, her golden skin warm on mine. It's slow and sweet, my tongue coaxing her into opening her mouth for me. A little soft moan caresses her throat, and desire pools at the base of my spine. I've never wanted anyone like I've wanted her.
I'm rock hard, my hands sinking into the soft muscle of her thighs. But I won’t fuck her, not when she’s fragile. She lets out another soft moan and I laugh. "I'm not even touching you."
"It's your shoulders," she replies, wriggling a little. "I like your shoulders."
I kiss a lazy path down her neck, intoxicated by the air around her, and when I draw her pierced nipple into my mouth, her hips buck up slightly. Perhaps she has cast a spell on me, but I can't find the resolve in me to care. I’ll bask in her magic until my dying breath, and she in mine.
No games; it's not what she needs from me. Just me and her and the love we share. “Please,” she breathes, and I know what she wants.
I let my stubble run over the soft skin of her inner thighs, the heels of her feet digging into my back as she wraps perfect legs around my shoulders. I'd like to say no, to tell her to sleep again, but I'm a slave to the primal instincts that surface whenever she is near. A slave to my desire to see her satisfied. Voices of the guards in the gardens below drift past us, but they could walk onto my balcony now and I still wouldn't be able to remove my head from between her thighs.
I flatten my tongue over her and slowly trace it upwards. "You taste divine, Rennalya."
A string of breathless curses leaves her ungodly mouth, her hips rocking as I repeat the motion. She's my ultimate sin.
"Fuck, like that!" She gasps as I draw her clit into my mouth, gently sucking. "Rexxan!" She whines, like she's begging me for something.
"Who's is this?" I ask, sliding one finger inside her.Fuck. She's hot and wet around me, and my self-control is in shreds.
"Mine," she breathes, and I grin. I love her sense of autonomy.
"That's right, my love. And who else's is it?"
"Yours. Ours," she says, her hips moving with my fingers.
I kiss her inner thigh gently. "Not mine, but ours, baby. This pussy is ours."
