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He closed his eyes remembering the night he hid in the corner of his room, as Ashiya raged within and outside him. His magic no longer his own, his mind no longer his own. Ashiya, filling his dreams with nightmares of his family’s dead bodies.
“Soon they came for me in the night, those birds dressed in their sickening blue. Eager to capture the demonic killer, who’d slaughtered innocent humans for their blood. I was tied and gagged like a prized animal and taken with little fight. All I could hear were my mother’s screams, as she fought against them trying to stop them from taking me.”
His voice trembled as Oye felt his tears wet her shoulder. She didn’t move away; she could feel his pain, it felt as if it was her own. Her heart was completely open and aching, for the male behind her who wept because of his past loss. Oye had nothing she could say, but she could allow him to hold her to find comfort.
His broken voice continued, “For ten years I sat in the dark surrounded by Ashiya, the faces of the dead and my dreams of revenge.” He opened his arms, and placed his hands on her shoulders, turned her around, his ocean eyes widening. “Are you crying?”
Surprised, she touched her cheeks, and drew them back and spotted the watery residue. How long had it been since the last time she cried, ah the first time she’d seen Nathan? “I guess I am.”
He smiled, and brushed her right cheek causing her to wink. “Only one of us should mourn for those years, after all there was a light at the end of the tunnel.”
“And what was that light?”
“You,” she felt her breath catch at the intense look in his eyes. “I went to the shade to spy on Asher and Renson, and you walked by. Skin like night, sprinkled with stars,” he drew his hand down her cheek to her shoulder, “For all those years of fighting, and crawling in the blood and dirt of council I found eyes the color of moonlight.” He lifted his left hand cupping her cheek, “A fiery female who used blades easily and held me captive with a word and stirred me with a single look.”
Oye silently stared at him, they were both broken and bruised. Both of them with a slew of sins at their feet, and blood on their hands. She covered his hand with hers, “I—killed my mother.” She whispered, he tensed and met her eyes in surprise. “I can’t tell you everything, but there came a time where my choices caused her to be somewhere she shouldn’t and then in a blink of an eye she was gone.” Her throat grew thick, as her tears ran over, her heart squeezed. “I wish I could tell you, but—” Her words cut off as her lips were taken.
Castian held her tightly in his arms, consuming her pain. Their shared heart beats filling their ears. Oye had never felt such a sensation, as if every tear was being absorbed by Castian as he took her lips with a possessiveness that took her breath away.
Her skin prickled with magic, as she allowed herself to lose herself completely to it. She felt the metal pieces in her hair loosen and the zipper of her dress drop. He pulled away, moving his lips to her throat kissing down to her chest where he pulled her top down. Her body rocked slowly into his, her heart and body both wanting something.
“Castian, please—” She begged.
He cursed, lifting her easily. He carried her to the bed. Only pulling away to remove his clothes, and he didn’t bother helping her. He simply flicked a finger at it, and she released a soft gasp as the dress fell from her body shredded.
He looked down at her, with his true face his expression filled with a raw need. She shared his feelings, so she lifted a hand and pressed it against the place right over his heart. He immediately came to her, a wordless acknowledgement between the two.
Their hands moved everywhere; they couldn’t get enough of touching as she opened herself to him. Her body bowing as his dick filled her just right, she moaned her arm wrapping around his shoulders as he held still his muscle body pressed into hers. Those eyes staring into hers, as he snapped his hips hard so that he went deep.
She moaned, “Damn.”
He chuckled, doing it again but not speeding up.
She pulled at his shoulders pleading but no matter how she begged he didn’t pick up the pace.
“Oye, look at me.”
She struggled but she was able to lift her lashes enough, to see the strain around his eyes. “I want you to feel every.” Thrust. “Inch.” Thrust. “Of.” Thrust. “Me.” He held her hips in a tight grip and thrust up this time, grinding his hips in a way that made her mewl, her nails biting into his shoulders.
“Castian, please…I can’t.” She really couldn’t take it being slow, she needed him to pick up the pace. “Only you, only you. Please.”
He leaned forward, grinning against her neck. “Good.”
Then he moved her, so she laid on her side, and he lifted her one leg and without pulling out he picked up the speed.
Her body tightened like a bowstring, and her eyes closed as the delicious first waves of her orgasm ran through her.
He kissed her ankle, as he turned her, “Not enough love, not nearly enough.”
He pounded her back up to a fever pitch, Oye felt the world spin as she was drowned in Castian, and her own hunger. She agreed with him.
“It wasn’t enough, not nearly enough.”
CASTIAN
Her body was dripping silver, her limbs cradling his body in a way that told him he was home. Her every gasp became a sigh in his memory.
As he pulled her closer, and drove himself deeper in her he searched his mind for control and attempted to slow himself, but a man no longer resided within him. He was now a beast. The monster who haunted the dreams of the frightened.
