Page 13 of Loving Amari

“Yep, I told you I’m trying to cater to you, you a-hole,” I retort, and he chuckles.

“Careful,” he warns playfully, “you spoil me too much and I’m gonna end up finding a way to follow you into Limbo.”

“I’m working on that,” I admit.

He pauses, his gaze locking onto mine. “Really?”

“Yes,” I nod. “I don’t think it’s good for you to stay there long, but I think it’s possible—for you to come with me sometimes.”

He smiles, hope lighting his features. “I know Tofi would really like that.” I tell him.

“I do love Tofi,” he says, his voice filled with emotion. “I love all my children, and I love their mother with every fiber of my being.”

“Shut up and bite me,” I order, unable to take any more of his sweetness.

Amari chuckles and moves the hair from my neck as I tilt my head, offering myself to him. He extends his fangs and bites down on my neck, breaking the skin.

The initial sting fades quickly, replaced by waves of pleasure that radiate throughout my body. This is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before him—this perfect union of pain and pleasure, of giving and taking. The act is intimate, sacred, beautiful.

His lips move against my neck as he drinks, each pull making me clench. I feel him grip my hip with his free hand, positioning me as he continues to feed. Sliding me down on his dick, he bounces me up and down, creating a rhythm that matches the pull of his mouth on my neck.

I moan, digging my nails into his shoulders as both overwhelm me. The pleasure builds, coiling tight inside me, ready to explode. He takes his fangs out of my neck, sealing the wound with his saliva.

“Next time I’m drinking from your thigh after I feast on your pussy,” he whispers against my ear.

His dirty talk sends me over the edge instantly, my body convulsing around him as I come with a cry of his name. Amari follows shortly after, his release triggering one last aftershock from me.

He collapses on the bed with me on top of him, our bodies still joined, our breathing gradually slowing. His arms wrap around me, holding me close as I feel sleep beginning to claim me. His fingers gently tangle in my curls while his other hand rubs soothing circles on my back.

“I love you,” he whispers over and over, the words a lullaby that carries me toward sleep. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Is this what heaven feels like? If so, I never want to leave.

5

CARLA

Something feels strange. Something is calling to me from another void.

I jolt myself awake, sitting up as if I’ve had a nightmare. Amari sits up with me. He’s fully awake, naked beside me, gently rubbing my back.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yes, but it’s limbo.” I feel it again. Then all of a sudden, another call hits me. The call to limbo always feels like some strange electric charge running through my veins, but this is different. Stronger. More urgent.

I slide out of bed, flipping the blanket from me. I look around, smoothing out my nightgown. I smile at Amari because I don’t remember putting it on. I remember taking a shower with him after our night together, but I don’t remember getting dressed.

Amari doesn’t smile back. He’s looking concerned, his brow furrowing.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s happening again.”

“What?” I look around and that’s when I realize he’s right. I look at my hands and see glowing pink magic that I didn’t call for. What the hell is going on?

I look up at him, confused, not understanding what’s happening. But then a burst of energy hits me. I can feel so much power coming from me that it scares me.

“Carla!” Amari shouts.