“What do you mean?”
“The earth.” His eyebrows pinched together. “The source of life is not heat… nor is it cold, it is the perfect balance of both. Without one, the other ceases to exist. The cold you bring, reminds me of the way things work, the balance that must always be kept.” His eyes closed again.
I wanted him.
Possessiveness washed over me.
Not in a way that I’d ever experienced before, but in a primal, surge of energy that I couldn’t ignore as my heartbeat slowed in my chest, my eyes zeroed in on his neck.
Mine.
His humanity called to me, his… love, beckoned me.
There are two ways to mark a human… His words came to mind. Force your will upon them.
“Cassius?”
“Hmm?” He didn’t open his eyes.
I leaned forward and cupped his neck with my right hand, my palm rested against his hot skin. “I’m sorry.”
“For?”
“Doing something that’s forbidden….” I closed my eyes and forced my will on him, but rather than forcing him into slavery, into a typical hero worship. I gave him my love.
I showed him my feelings.
Opened up my heart and soul to the man who’d stolen my heart as a immortal only to give it back as a human.
He was my everything.
And I refused to let another moment go by, without anyone knowing, without the world knowing, that we belonged together.
Even if it killed me.
With a cry of pain he screamed beneath my touch and shards of light spread throughout the room.
And then with a burst of white, Cassius’s skin went from hot to frigid. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and then turned completely white. He reached for me just as I reached for him.
With one graze of his finger against the blanket, it evaporated into thin air, the clothes between us suddenly gone as if he’d willed them to disappear. Like slow motion the frigid air danced around us and then stopped.
Time.
Was.
Gone.
The world around us was black.
Nothingness.
Only Cassius and I existed.
Eyes still white, his body returned to its godlike state right before my eyes, as his hair went from black to red, and then black again. His skin was perfection itself, a dizzying myriad of tiny little crystals smooth, golden.
“Stephanie.” His words came out with a godlike echo, shaking the foundation of my entire body as he reached for me and kissed me so hard that my lips hurt, but it was a hurt that craved more.
“Cassius.” I sucked in the air between our mouths. It tasted like sugar. He wrapped an arm around me, reminding me again of my nakedness, then pressed me against a soft surface. Were we still in my bedroom?