Succubus Shadows Chapter 25

Not even when I matt-up his life capability come into me. I kept going.He pulled me into his condo, deftly kicking the limen shut with his foot. His arms holdped me c withdraw, and we never broke the kiss as we stumbled through with(predicate) the living room and into his bedroom. We fell onto the bed, re go severally others clothing with practiced ease, approximately the likes of Mexico had just been the warm-up. My pass ran over the lean muscles of his chest, the scent of his whittle drowning me. Letting down all restraint made me feel that such(prenominal) giddier as did the sweet, glorious taste of his soul envelopping around me.Was it my imagination, or was it a little purer than it had been in Mexico? Had unity decision to come ma shing and face his fears cleaned that darkness even a little? I didnt complete for sure, and even if it wasnt perfect, the energy simmer down felt amazing.Why? he asked at last. His thoughts and olfactions were coming through with the energy, and Id wondered when hed bring up the question warring with his desire. His hands continued touching me the whole time, one sliding up among my thighs. Why now?I arched my hips once morest his, crying out lightly as his fingers slid into me. His mouth crushed mine, killing take my response for a moment. Because Im tired of fighting it. Youre right. Were going to keep coming back to each other over and over. My eloquent speech was put on keep on again when his mouth moved down to my breast, letting his expectoration toy with my nipple. Youve said before youll venture of infection the shortening of your life. Ill risk your mortality. Ill risk it all to be with youto help you. If you still want itYes, he breathed against my flesh. Yes.I wont leave you alone through this, I murmured. And I dont want to be alone either.Those were my last coherent words. He gently rolled himself onto me and slid his hands up my arms so that they could hold my wrists against the bed. I sprea d my legs, welcoming his consistence as it pushed into mine. Just like the first time wed had sex, there was one perfect moment one moment of astonishing, total completion. Like wed found something wed lost and were afraid wed lose it again if we moved.Then, the metaphysical sentiment was gone, replaced by the driving desire of our bodies. He thrust into me, gently at first, thence steadily increased the strength. I stared at him wide-eyed, taking in every feature, refusing to miss one newsbreak of this experience. And believe me, I was subscribeting quite the experience. Aside from the ecstasy of our bodies moving together, I still had his energy and feelings coming in. Knowing what he was mentation as we made love added a whole new ratio to it all. Sometimes with men it would be coherent thoughts. With him, it was just pure emotion. hunch forward and trust and longingfeelings so strong that he was willing to risk anything for them, anything to be with me. Even his life.My b ody burned against his, growing increasingly dark on by the rapture and love on his face lay with the fierceness of the way he held me and kept pushing into me. Everything grew more screaming(prenominal) both physically and spiritually and my body finally reached its breaking point. I came with a loud cry and thrashed against him, wanting to free my arms and wrap them around him. He continued holding me until he came, which didnt take more longer. The full burst of his souls energy flooded me with his orgasm, and I perceive myself moaning again at the joy of it. He thrust in a a few(prenominal) more times, the motions growing slower and longer as his body in additionk its release. The grip on my wrists loosened, and he shifted over to his side, taking me with him. I pressed against his chest, feeling the racing of his insuret and sweat on his skin.My own heart was pound sterling too as my body reveled in its own satiation. Every break apart of me still tingled, and thoug h there was really no way to get closer, I tried anyway. I wanted as much skin to touch as possible. I wanted as much of him blend into me as possible. He brushed the hair from my face and rained kisses down upon my fore headland.So thats the full succubus effect, huh?Yup.Worth it, he murmured. Already, I could see the impairment of energy taking its toll. Whatever the cost, worth it.I refused to allow myself to weigh that cost. Making love in the full throes of my succubus abilities might redeem added a powerful element, but it had undoubtedly taken years off his life. It wasnt for me to decide if it had been worth it, though. Hed made this choice.Said choice was exhausting him, and I knew hed soon sleep for a very long time as his body and soul recovered their losses. I shifted so that we changed positions, bringing his head to lie against my breasts.Rest, I said, wrapping my arms around him.He tipped his head, looking up at me with warm, sleepy eyes. Dont want to sleep yetI want to stay with you. Will you be here in the morning this time?Yes, I said, kissing the top of his head. I promise. I wont leave you again.A small smile played over his lips, and he allowed his lids to close. He snuggled against me, body relaxing. The world he said softly, as sleep began taking him. You are the world, Letha.I stiffened.What did you say?My voice was too loud, jarring enough to momentarily startle him out of the slumber his body now longed for. Hmm? I said you were the world, Georgina. He gave a small yawn.Thats not what you called me, I said, trying to keep my voice calm.What did I call you? Thetis? Oh, if solely. If only it had been his nickname for me.You called meLetha.He fought to keep his eyes open and yawned again. Why would I have said that?Idont know. Where did you hear it?Yes, indeed. Where would he have comprehend my name? Hardly anyone knew it. Greater graven images knew it, and that was pretty much it. The only lesser immortals who did were Niphon an d Kristin, whod had access to my records. I was pretty sure theyd never told my other immortal friends. I was confident theyd never told Seth.Seths brow furrowed a little, then smoothed as he closed his eyes again. Dont know. Greek myths, I guess. The River Lethe, where the dead go to wash away the memories from their soulsto forget the past. Isnt that right?Yes, I said, scarcely breathing. Where did he pull that name from?Letha, Lethe I could barely hear him now. Almost the same.Almost, I agreed. My voice was nearly as inaudible as his. My name. He shouldnt have known my name. A panic I couldnt explicate began fluttering within me.Something about my mood must have still penetrated his haze because he stirred slightly, though his eyes remained closed. There was give care in his drowsy words.Whats wrong?Nothing. Get some rest.Where had he heard my name? Minutes ago Id been on fire. Now I felt cold.You sure? he murmured. Everythings okay? He exhaled deeply, and I felt him succumb t o sleep with those last words.Fine, I said, staring off into the night. Everythings fine.