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I close my eyes and memorize the recitation as if it’s a deathly lullaby, a requiem. I bind the melody around my heart and gird it around my neck. While Neo sought my heart and flesh, my mind, here in the Soul Plane, Thanatos tempts my soul!
The bath seems to grow colder, the water numbing my skin.
Raising my curls, the Prince of Death touches his black ice mouth to his brand and whispers like a prayer within our bond:
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
Oh,Saints! Holy fuckety fuck!
With my tears falling into the water to tint it gold and with my Halo like a glowing frost to mirror Thanatos’ power, I lower my brows and dethrone him, “You superciliousass! You dare quote Poe tome? Take me to sleep now!” I grin, revealing my teasing taunt. Ultimately, I command him here—just as I did Neo.
A smile spreads across his lips from the connection we’ve formed. He bows his head. “As you wish,my love.”
Oh, Saints!
Death gathers my naked, glowing form into the tomb of his bed and lulls me to sleep with his breath upon my neck. Safe, safer than ever in his Soul Plane where he is ruler, where his protection of ice and shadows folds around me like a shield, I breathe in his scent.
Overwhelmed by the torrent of emotions inside me, from the frost nipping my soul form to the craving fire in my core, I latch onto that scent of snow and dead rose petals on his bed. I rest my head on the pillow and murmur to the Prince behind me, “Thank you for answering when I called.”
“I will always answer…whether you need me or not.”
My Halo forms a gleaming shield, binding to his shadows, his wintry presence. His hands never stray. At least my thighs don’t weep with gold liquid. Because of the bond between us, this emotion runsdeeper. I don’t feel the need to conjure a chemise.
Naked and unashamed, I stay Elysia….and sleep inside this soul dream within a soul dream. Safe in the arms of Death.
Chapter3
“Maybe this would be a perfect time to discuss how Quillion hopes I’ll bear your child!”
When I wake, it’s to Thanatos’ breath on the back of my neck, his mouth against my curls.
The split-second memory of the trauma of my night of a hundred bite marks returns, and I wait for the pain. I brace myself for my limbic system to catapult me into a tsunami of screams, but there is nothing but a peaceful hushing glow on my skin. Like stardust and frost welcoming one another.
“You will never feel any triggers with me, Elysia,” coos Thanatos, his hand slipping from my waist so he may part the curls on the back of my neck. Still, I shiver to his familiar mouth rubbing against his mark.
“Why?”
“Do not ask me today. It’s time for you to return to your room.”
