"Are you quite sure you wish to know?" I feel my stomach clenching at the his every word. From anticipation? Or desire…
"Is there any reason not to?"
They're gruesome, these feelings. Disgusting. Because I have no control over them. Because they dominate me. Manipulate me. My actions. My deeds.
But the truth is…they're entirely my own desires and needs.
When did he become irreplaceable? When did he become mine?
We haven't even known each other that long!
Inevitable. Undeniable. Feelings.
The light flickers. And his Aura unfolds; green flames raging. Wounding. And burning. "Well. I'm not Human."
I snort. "King."
"Indeed." He smiles wickedly. "You can say…" His eyes. They're chilling. "…I'm the only King left in the Heavens."
I turn my eyes. He's a devil. A fiend! I feel the sweat trickling but have no will to wipe it away.
A devil. A fiend. Is there no one who can stop him? No one at all to stop my heart from wanting—
I hear the tapping. Feel the bed creak. Smell the scent of wood burning. Though he's cold. And freezing.
His body heat. It's almost nonexistent. Why? Is it because he's not human like me? Am I, too, colder than I should be?
I feel the weight of him against me. Hear my own heavy breathing.
"Look at me." He grabs my hand and raises it to his chest. "Feel me."
My body shakes. My hands freeze. The distance between us is too little—!
Too near.
But I'm gripping his shirt now, and somehow, I hear it. His heartbeat.
Just like mine, his heart's pounding. Racing. Is it because I'm touching?
His breath that mingles with mine.
His eyes.
His lips.
His hands. They're moving my hands. Underneath his shirt, his chest is hard and lean. The muscles beneath my fingertips are moving—rippling—
I feel his skin. His white, precious skin. It's mesmerizing—
I moan. He, too, is touching! Beneath my shirt. My back. It's arching. He's stroking that place. My scar—
It's reacting. That thing. Inside, I feel my Aura awakening—!
Gasping, groaning, I break away—! Falling. Diving. I scramble away—
"What are you doing—?! What is this—?!"
Heavy. I feel so heavy—! My strength. It's left me! I hear the shuffling. The footsteps that are coming—!
How I wish it truly is me he's following. And not just the remnants of the experiments he's seeking.
Though his hands are cold, his aura is warming. Comforting. Perhaps all-consuming.
He picks me up. Easily. And I'm left dangling from his arms like a dead body.
"Please." I whisper, shoving my head deeper into his embrace. I don't want him to see. My face. It's burning.
Humiliating. It's awfully humiliating. Because I shouldn't be swept away by someone I know nothing about. Because I shouldn't be moved at all.
Never have I thought I'd be so easily swayed by emotions unfamiliar to me. Is this how mother feels? Felt?
No wonder she hated me—!
He puts me back on the bed. "Don't be so stubborn. You're not healthy yet."
I tip my chin. I won't drown my sorrows. Not like she did. Her blood no longer runs in my veins.
I've bled far too much for that to remain. "You—want me."
But I stiffen as he pats my head familiarily. "Hmm?"
I slap his hand away. "You—desire my body!"
"Yes."
"You—!"
He tilts his head indifferently. "Is there something wrong with that?"
"Of course there is—!"
He leans closer. And breathes against my face. "Why is that? I'm only taking back what belongs to me."
"I never belo—!"
"Your body. Isn't there something you wish to tell me?" He brushes my back. And beneath my shirt—
My skin moves!
I shudder, and sink my nails into his hands as I rip them away. "What is this?! Who are you to me?!
Who are you really?!
Were you there? Were you a part of the experiments, too?!
But you—you're Immortal, aren't you?! An immortal in the Heavens. A King."
I'm heaving, breathing heavily having pushed him away. I touch my throat, trying to block myself from speaking.
But it's impossible to stop a wave a long time coming.
"What are you planning? Are you going to harm me? Kill me? You're the same as them! You're going to kill me—"
But my head's locked within his hands. And my mouth taken captive—
A voracious tongue eats, thrusting and retreating violently.
I can't scream. I can't even breathe. The moistness. The heat—!
That tightness. And the feeling of being eaten—!
But, somehow, my arms are wrapping around his neck and I'm holding him. I'm holding him closer—!
Inches. Mere inches between us. And I'm on the bed, weak and ill as he's taking my innocence from me—!
His tongue plunders. And I'm left wanting—
Tortured. Restless. My body's useless!
A disease. An injury in the making.
***
There's something strange about the aftermath. My eyes, they're quite foggy. Glazed even.
And my arms? They're wrapped around his neck as he bites my lip in release.
Who's in control of this body? Certainly, it isn't me.
He pushes back my hair, fiddling with my ear. "For you, I can do anything."
I lie there in silence, letting his hands stroke me. Because there, I don't have to speak. It involves too much energy to speak. No, I can't speak.
I have no will left in me. I'm tired of fighting.
"You asked me who I am to you." He says, scraping my back. I wince, but he kisses my forehead, lying there next to me.
"You're mine." He tightens his hands around me. "You must have gone through much torture, inserting my wing inside you. The blood of an immortal. The aura of a Dragon."
He laughs wickedly. "You're now a part of me."
I listen, wide eyed. Indeed, there was always something familiar…
But to have a dragon's wing? Unthinkable!
No wonder he appeared so conveniently when I needed someone so desperately.
I—who had no one anymore—was weak, vulnerable, and incredibly naive.