Page 49 of The Sins That Bleed

Ghosts

VALESKA

I sit on the edge of my balcony overlooking the city I once called home, wondering where the man that became my home is right now.

The empty cavern that once connected our souls now only contains an echo of what we could have been. I’ve tried to forget him, stalking the streets to distract myself but killing no longer entertains me. Without him I am unable to enjoy any of the wonderous torture I once did.

I hate who I’ve become.

I look down, over the balcony edge to the earth below my dangling feet, my blood-red toes contrasting against the dark concrete, and I wonder what it would be like to jump off, watching the ground rushing up to meet me.

It might be the only thing left in this world that is happy to see me.

I turn and lay down on the edge, watching the night sky. The moonlight bathes me in her energy but it can’t take away the emptiness. I wish I could see the stars, they might be able to bring me a small comfort but in this city the light pollutes the sky too much.

So much poison, everywhere I look.

I close my eyes and think of him, the soft breeze fluttering my black nightgown in a caress that I imagine are his hands. I relive all the kisses and touches we shared, the way we could both give and take in order to satisfy each other after a hard day.

My nipples pebble in the cold air, the silk of my nightgown teasing them as my thighs go slick with my need. I don’t reach down and pleasure myself, choosing to punish myself for fucking everything up.

“You look unearthly like this, ma reine.”

I gasp, turning my head towards the sound of his voice, and when I open my eyes they land on Rai.

“Mon ame, is that really you?” I must be imagining this.

His hand reaches out, fingers tracing the contours of my face, down my neck and between my breasts. And then his hands are right there, palming my aching breasts and I moan. I can’t believe he’s really here.

“I don’t under?—”

“Shh, ma reine. Let me touch you and taste you, I’ve missed you so much. We’ll talk later, but right now both of us need this, I need to be close to you. Do you need that too?” he whispers, his thumb swiping my nipple through the fabric.

“Yes,” I whimper, and it’s all I can say.

It’s enough for him; he cups my face as he places a devasting kiss to my lips, our tongues tangling in a dance as if we’ve done it a million times before. He brands me with his lips and I’m desperate for him.

Like one soul split into two that’s finally reconnected, jagged edges and all.

He must feel the same as he pinches my nipple between his fingers and rolls it, the sweet relief of his hands on me bringing me closer to the edge than I ever would have been able to do on my own. He gives the other one the same attention, his lips never leaving mine.

His hand moves lower until he can trail his fingers over my thighs and I shiver with need. They inch closer to where I need him most, but before he gives in to me he breaks the kiss. His eyes search mine like I hold the world for him.

“Tell me I can have this, have you right here on this balcony, coming apart for me for the world to see. That this is it for us, and you will be mine forever, be ma reine, and I will be on my knees for you in any way that you need.”

His words warm me, the empty cavern inside me filling with everything that is him.

“Yes, mon ame. Give yourself over to me and I will take care of you.”

His fingers stroke the sensitive bud at the apex of my thighs in response and my back arches off the balcony edge. His lips seal over mine once again as he plays my body like an instrument he knows well. When he slips a finger inside me I squeeze him, and it’s his turn to groan.

More fingers enter me as his thumb strokes my clit, winding me up until I shatter and he’s claiming my moans with his own. Without taking his mouth from mine, he sweeps me up from the balcony edge and carries me back into my room, gently placing me on the bed.

He stands before me as he strips, not holding back or teasing so I study his naked form. He doesn’t give me long before he urges me back up the bed and crawls on top of me, his weight a comfort I’ve missed more than I wanted to admit to myself.

His lips find mine and then he’s kissing me all over, exploring my jaw and my neck. His fingers slide the thin straps of my gown down my arms until he exposes my chest to him. I watch him take me in. He’s missed me too; it’s written in the lines of this face.

His lips seal over my nipple, sucking and licking until I’m writhing before him again and he does the same to the other.

I can feel his cock through the material between us and I’m desperate to have him inside of me.

He sits up, reading me like a book as he peels the nightdress down my body, and throws it behind him.

As he kneels before me, his eyes rake over my exposed flesh, scorching everything they touch before he swipes the head of his cock through my entrance.

I whimper, needing to be filled by him, and so he does.

There’s no teasing tonight as he slides easily into me until he’s buried deep within my walls.

Our moans fill the room as we watch each other. He comes down on top of me, pressing me into the mattress, and now it finally feels like I’m home. When he starts rocking into me, we don’t look away, our eyes on each other and refusing to close in case one of us vanishes and this is only a dream.

It’s real though.

The soul-tie between us weaving and stitching itself back together with each second we reconnect.

Mind, body, soul.

“I love you, Valeska.”

This time I don’t hesitate or shy away from his words.

“And I love you, Rai.”