My body shivers for him, feeling as, even with the incredible connection that barrels through me, I will never be complete without becoming one. He pulls my hands back over my head and lowers down, wrapping my thighs around him. As he pushes the head of his manhood against me, he pulls my lips to his, kissing me gently. I feel us connect, and he slides through the juices that my body erupts with. As his cock buries deep within my quivering walls, my mouth falls open and I moan deeply into his sending my calls of pleasure down into his soul. The connection that binds us only grows stronger, sending a wave of ecstasy through both of us. It is so deep and powerful it moves our bodies over the soft grasses.
But still we cling, his hips rolling slowly against me, feeding that pleasure, growing it until my vision no longer focuses on anything but his muscles tensing and easing with each thrust or twist. His hands slip from mine and his claws dig into the ground on either side of my head. He groans, holding back, moving faster and faster. His head dips down, his breath heavy and aromatic against my skin. As my body tightens, poising for release, he lifts his head and stares deeply into my eyes.
"Kane," I whisper, those three words weightless on the tip of my tongue.
Suddenly, a blast of fear slams into me as if it has been stabbed right into my very core. His eyes begin to fog and his face goes still for just a fraction of a moment. My hands cling to him, feeling him leaving, feeling the very core of our bond disintegrating around me.
"No," he whispers.
His body yanks from my grasp and I sit up, gripping the remnants of my dress to my body. My arm stays outstretched, my eyes watching in horror as Kane soars backward, a dark ominous hole opening behind him. As his body disappears into the void, I scream his name, but he does not hear me. No one hears me. The void hovers over me casting a shadow that surges over the land, engulfing everything it touches in pure darkness.
I am left alone, the coldness seeping back into my veins, my mind returning to the sea of solitary imprisonment I am cursed with.
* * *
I can remember waking up at my father's home in the mornings, feeling the sun radiating through my windows, gently waking me from my sleep. I would dress, and then head down for breakfast with my father's and sisters. We would all arrive at different times, but we would all wait for each other to eat. It was a lighthearted moment of the day, and my father made it a rule that we never talked about stressful or heavy things during breakfast. Even when we were preparing for me to marry Kane, to leave the mortal plane and go to the Underworld, we didn't speak a word of it during breakfast.
Now, I wake to just a brighter evening, the tones of purple tinting my room a maroon color. I no longer find it as beautiful as I did when I first arrived. I know that when my room changes color I have to face the day. With each and every wake up, the clock begins to tic. I start the day with anxiety, stressed beyond belief not knowing what will happen that day. I thought maybe I would get used to it, but I'm not. I still wake with the same knot in my stomach.
I put the same dress on that I had worn for only a few moments the night before, and pull my hair up into a twist that sits on the back of my head like a halo. I reach for the black twisted tiara, but stop myself. I don't believe that I'm the person to wear that anymore. Just the thought of it chokes me, and I swallow back the tears, finding my sentimentality almost annoying. Kane is right, my human traits may just be the death of me.
Walking into the dining hall, Willem stands and pulls out my chair but Kane doesn't even look up. I nod knowingly to Willem and he stares at me for a moment before shifting his eyes away. He can tell I've come to a decision. He can tell I've come to a hard decision. But it won't happen right now, right now I will enjoy breakfast, and then go about my day making permanent plans for mine and Kane's death.
As I sit, Kane pushes a cup of wine across the table at me, barely looking up. "Your drink."
"Thank you," I say reaching for the cup. But as I touch it, a shot of anxiety flows through me. I stare down at the liquid, a small rainbow sheen covering the top of it.
I look over at Willem's cup, and then at Kane's, being careful to not be noticed. Their drinks look different, and there is something in the pit of my stomach telling me to avoid that wine. Again, I will always honor my instincts. I put my hand up to the servant who hurries over. "No wine for me today. I'm still not feeling well. If I could have a cup of water instead, I would appreciate it."
The servant nods and hurries off. Kane glances up at me, looking unhappy at my choice but I don't care anymore. What does it really matter? He'll be dead soon, and so will I. And unfortunately, our souls won't even exist enough for him to carry that anger over to the next step in life.
We go through breakfast silently, and I don't eat much food, but I sit there so that there are no gripes by Kane that I didn't arrive for. When we are done, I stay sitting
