Page 82 of All Your Deadly Truths (The Filthy Duet #2)

Xeraphine

K ai grabs my waist and pulls me up off the ground. As he effortlessly sets me down into his lap, he straightens his legs and I situate my knees on either side of his hips.

I’ve always enjoyed giving up the power in the bed to him, because he truly understands how I tick, and what it is that I thrive under. I know powerful thrusts and ravenous fingers, tongues and teeth. Normally, I need pain with my pleasure, but I want something different right now.

As the back of his hand glides across my cheek, tucking my hair behind my ear, I’m given a glimpse of the humanity I lost. The gentle I thought I’d have at eighteen, and that I lost no more than a year later.

His hand travels to my neck and pulls me into a kiss, one that is explorative.

Like this is the first he’s tasting me, but not the last. The moment his tongue finds mine, he shifts his cock and presses the tip to my center.

I don’t hesitate to lower myself, feeling him stretch me and fill what he’s taken so many times before.

My fingers move to his chest, before slowly trailing up his collar to the back of his neck. Our tongues dance as I move myself up and down, feeling the length of him inside me.

He moves his hands, one to my hip as though aiding in my slow movement. It’s not to hurry me along, but to feel the wave and ride it with me. The other moves to my breast, kneading it slowly, as if introducing his touch to my sensitive skin.

When he separates our lips and leans into my neck, placing kisses along the spot where he marked me as his, his fangs pierce into me. It’s gentle, so foreign, but… I don’t hate it.

I’ll never be anyone but who I am, however, is it so terrible to pretend? To be a girl who once saw life in blooming flowers and sunsets over the lake. That’s what this feels like—beautiful and safe.

As my blood flows through him, I clench and gasp through sighs of pleasure.

He pushes me down, stopping my movements and keeping himself completely sheathed inside me.

His grip on my breast ceases, his hand finding the back of my head and gripping my hair.

He pulls mouthful after mouthful of me into him, and I choke on a breath.

My body fully curves to his, and as I settle further into his size, he grabs me rougher, and rolls my hips. I squeeze my thighs against him, feeling that piercing glide across my clit.

I release a needy sound, somewhere between a “Please” and a whimper.

My Amoro has been bound to him this entire time, but since he moved me onto his lap, it’s as if it’s left me—now resting with him instead, as though external from me, yet exactly where it’s meant to be.

A strange light-headedness washes over me, almost like an orgasm, but without the sensation in my stomach.

It could also be the fact that he’s taking so much of my blood. Every inch of me tingles, warmth spreading through my limbs. I tip my head back, surrendering to the sensations holding me tight, letting them wash over every part of me.

The soft blur over my vision as I stare up at the ceiling pulls me further toward it.

It isn’t uncomfortable; I still feel normal and safe.

As though, if he had the power to take my life right now, it wouldn’t hurt to slip into the darkness.

That it would come with a euphoric relief, and all the pain I’ve suffered would drift away, to become nothing more than a distant memory.

I think we’re both getting drunk on this, because when he finally pulls away, he sways and lets go of me. I can’t get my elbows back in time to catch myself as I fall, and he follows right on top of me.

The small glimpse of his eyes that are consumed by red has me smiling into our kiss. His fingers draw down my hips to the back of my leg where he holds me tight, rolling his hips into me and hitting that sensitive spot inside me. It has me gasping and matching his slightly uneven movements.

I can’t tell if he is the one moving awkwardly, or it’s me. It’s maybe me. My head is feeling thick with fog and a headiness I’m not accustom to. My Amoro is feasting and it’s like the more sustenance he gets, I’m equally matching.

“Xera, fuuuck ,” he groans into my mouth, the word dragging as long as his cock.

My hands snake around his back, slipping under his arms as I drag my nails down his skin—not enough to break the surface, but enough to make sure he feels every inch. He thrusts hard for the first time and it knocks the breath right out of me.

He leans back, my heels near my ass as he sits there between my thighs. His head slightly sways, but the smirk he gives me has every bit of my skin on fire. Red smears over his teeth and the inside of his lips, and I know he is drunk on me.

As his hands explore my thighs, he never stops moving in and out of me.

I don’t even know how I can focus on anything but that, but I can.

I stare at him just as equally as he does to me, and now more than ever, do I understand there is no life after him.

I’d never feed from someone else, and could never imagine touching anyone but this man.

He is my everything, and I do want to marry him.

My body, mind, heart and Amoro align in this moment, and I find an inner peace I thought I’d never experienced.

As if he can sense the sudden shift, his eyes hood, and he reaches down to cradle my face. His other hand supports him beside my head.

“I love you, Xera,” he says in a low, sultry tone.

My hands cup his face, pulling him down to me. “I love you, Kai.”

“For our eternity.” His breath fans against my lips. “I’ll accept nothing less than that.”

“And even then… it won’t be long enough.” I kiss him, and hope that it never ends.

Kai made love to me for hours until I passed out. I’d hoped we’d make it until the sun came up, but I’m glad I managed to get some sleep. While he can function without it, he was passed out just the same when I woke up in his arms.

I trace my fingers across his collarbone, up to his jaw, rousing him. As his eyes slowly blink open, returning to the land of the living, he meets my gaze and smiles.

He doesn’t say a word, just tightens the arm he has around my head and wraps the other around my back, pulling me closer. We mold together, as if my body was made for his—every gap filled, no space left for the wind to slip through.

I finally return his smile.

“Tell me,” he says before drifting forward and kissing my forehead. “ Pancakes for breakfast?”

Taking a deep breath, I shake my head. “I’m not hungry.”

A soft chuckle vibrates from his throat. “How is that even possible?” He knows exactly why I’m not hungry, but I won’t give him a hard time about teasing me. His hand cups under my chin, his thumb gently tracing a line back and forth across my cheek. “Alright, little demon.”

“Can we just stay here… until the moment we need to meet with them?”

He nods, and I draw my leg up over his hip. I pull his head down to my neck, and rest mine against his. There isn’t anything more that I want than to say, “Stay here forever” . To somehow set this world on fire, and just let it be us.

“I’ve been thinking.”

“Uh oh,” I tease.

He doesn’t retort, only presses his lips to my neck and rubs his nose gently against my skin. “About the real use of that dagger you have.”

I let out a soft huff of air, and chills run down my spine.

“Not that I ever doubted your love for me…” His nails drag against my pebbled skin. “But I think that solidifies it for me.”

Nothing feels real, not even his touch, and I can’t stop my hands from shaking.

“I wish you wouldn’t, though.” He kisses up my neck to my jaw.

“But simultaneously, knowing you’d do that for me.

.. definitely makes my slow heart beat faster.

” As he releases my face, I meet his piercing crimson eyes—the ones that hold the warmth of the sun.

The catalyst to my darkness, the creator of my shadows.

“There is no me without you.” There is strength in my statement. “None.”

He takes a deep breath and shakes his head. “You deserve peace, and to live?—”

“With you.” I release a shaky breath. “If I can’t have that, then I don’t want it. You are my peace, Kai.”

“I know, I know.” He shifts us, but only so that he can wrap both of his arms around my head. I close my eyes and listen to the steady beat of his heart. His skin, warm and inviting, suctions me in.

“I wish I could say it won’t happen…” I murmur, my hands tightening into fists. “But I can’t without it being a lie.”

He sighs, and I look up at him, seeing that handsome smile of his. “Then it happens, and you’ll be free. That is the goal here.”

My freedom with your death is not worth it…

I want to say those words to him—that he should just disappear and let me fight this endless battle alone. To take Sydni and protect her from my darkness.

Yet I can’t, because in the end, I’m selfish. A creature made to take, never to give. One that manipulates and destroys, never the other way around. I don’t create life—I destroy it. Even now, with Kai.

“It will be our final card, not one we will pull in the beginning.” He continues, likely feeling my discomfort. “However, let’s discuss what that implies, in the event it’s inevitable.”

I nod softly, feeling heat building behind my eyes and my temples pulsing. I wish some Divine being would come down and save us. I’d never worship a God, or even their enemies, but I’d fall to my knees for one if it meant saving us both from this fate.

“And little demon?”

I hyperfocus on his gaze. “Yes?”

“Remember, in the end, you’ll never be rid of me.

Not in this life, not in death, and not in whatever else there may be.

” His touch is soothing against my temple as it travels back through my hair.

“You’re mine, from the moment our eyes met and until nothing remains of us. You understand that, don’t you?”

“I do.” There’s no hesitation in my answer. “I’m sorry for not realizing it sooner.”

He pulls me into a kiss, one full of longing and a fierce sense of possession. I’m his, and now it’s time for us to kill those who would try to take me from him.