Then I was spinning. Spinning out of control. Spinning out of my very existence. Forgetting and remembering.
He never stopped tongue-fucking my pussy and toying with my clit.
My orgasm crashed into me as hot and explosive as a supernova lighting up the dark cosmos.
And instead of falling, I rose. I soared. Higher and higher out of my body, floating and flying like a bird amongst the clouds, free and above the earth.
“Cain!” I slumped back against the mirror. My legs collapsed along the sink. “Cain. . .”
Groaning, he slipped his tongue away.
Blinking my eyes open, I slowly floated back down to earth.
He rose and towered over me, penetrating my soul with his gaze. My arousal was smeared all over his mouth. As if knowing what I was looking at, he fiercely licked his wet lips.
His dark voice rose in the space. “Mine!”
I trembled as that word vibrated through me.
Cracking his neck, he licked those lips again. “Mine.”
I widened my eyes.
My skin prickled.
I wanted to be mad. I wanted to fucking yell back that his psycho ass was wrong.
But my heart knew the truth.
I wanted more. More of his tongue. More of his dick. More of his protection. More of his dominance.
Even. . .more of his. . .love.
Whatever this love could be. Because it would be dark. It would be insane. It would be the sort of love that had no expiration date and no anchor in logic. The type that always lingered within the mind, breaking and shattering the sane parts.
“Mine.”
My chest rose and fell.
I would never be able to forget him or what we shared, even if I managed to escape, even if I somehow could find the hate to kill him.
But. . .I can’t. . .take his life. . .
Cain watched me like a predator hunting his prey.
I stared at him, feeling the coldness of the mirror on my back—one that was slowly becoming a mirror of clarity and truth.
He whispered, “Stop trying to run from us.”
I bit my lip.
“I know it’s not easy for your mind to accept what we have, but surely your body can help me convince you.”
I blinked. “There are moments when. . .”
He planted his hands on the sink and leaned forward.
I felt weak. I felt more naked than I really was. Barer than bare. Cut open. Transparent. As if he could see right through me. I swallowed and gathered my words. “There are moments when I desperately. . .enjoy being with you.”
He leaned in closer. “Like this moment?”
“Yes.”
It was just the sicker parts that terrified me. The knives. The needles. The soul coffin stained with his victims’ blood. Our broken pasts and our almost certainly blood-stained futures.
Those parts were just as important, if not more.
He moved his hands from the sink and stepped back. “The dream that made me yell out wasn’t a nightmare.”
“Then. . .what was it?”
For some reason, he took another step back. “It began with a memory.”
“What memory?”
“The day my father killed himself in front of me.”
My heart ached. I scooted off the sink and went to him, unable to help myself. I wrapped my arms around his wide waist and pressed my cheek against his muscular chest.
He tightened his arms around me. “We were on the roof one snowy morning. He’d been drunk and up there for a long time. West had woken me up when he realized it. I’d rushed to the attic in my pajamas and a robe.”
I saw the moment in my head.
“I don’t know how I made myself get on that roof. I hate heights. I’m surprised I didn’t fall myself. I thought I was going to save the day and get Dad, but. . .”
I moved my cheek from his chest and looked up at him.
“No matter what I said, Dad wouldn’t come down.” Cain shook his head. “Once I got close, he jumped off and. . .”
He shivered against me. “And then his blood painted the snow.
Holy shit.
“Usually, I wake up screaming from that moment, but this dream was different.” Cain slipped his hand up my back. “A bird appeared within the blood. And fire came too. And the bird soared out of the flames just like a phoenix. And this time. . .”
My heartbeats increased.
“This time, I screamed because I couldn’t touch the bird.” He moved his hands and turned me around.
I saw us in the mirror’s reflection—his huge frame encasing mine.
The scars spelling out his name had begun bleeding more and I hadn’t even noticed it. Small trails of blood painted my breast and stomach and there were even a few drops on the front of my thighs.
Cain pressed his dick against my ass. “You were the bird.”
I widened my eyes.
He brushed his lips against my cheek. “You’re healing me.”
His gaze penetrated mine. His dick hovered close to my ass and I knew it was only a matter of time before he would be deep inside of me, spreading my body and even my emotions apart.