Pure Destiny (PureDark Ones #12) - Aja James Page 0,25
Though none of them knew quite what to do with what he said.
They’d dispersed after that. Eveline heading directly to the Pure Ones’ library to pore over their store of ancient texts, Rain returning to her apartment; and Benji to the one he shared with Inanna and Gabriel.
Now that Sophia recalled Benji’s words, she couldn’t stop thinking about them. She thought she might even understand what he was trying to tell them.
Here she was, wallowing in despair, guilt, and needy, selfish lust, and one thought of the little boy’s nuggets of wisdom, her own spirit lifted with hope.
It was true, she recalled from her own learnings as Kira, that ancient Egyptians believed in the healing power of bodily fluids, not just saliva. Osiris’ seed, after all, was equated to the very essence of life, not unlike the way both Pure and Dark females took Nourishment from their Mates. The venom in Dark Ones’ saliva could change the chemistry of their subjects once injected into their bloodstream, either to heal or to hurt.
Just love him lots…
Was it really so simple? Could verbal and physical demonstrations of how she felt help heal Dalair? Heal his soul, as well as his body?
She had nothing to lose, Sophia thought.
All this time she’d been berating herself for taking advantage of him, for being selfish and greedy… What if this was the way to bring him back?
She braced herself on her elbows as she looked down into his slumbering, unconscious face.
“Dalair, can you hear me?” she whispered.
Unable to help herself, she leaned down to kiss his mouth, his chin, the pulse throbbing in his long, corded neck right beneath his jawline.
“I love you so much. I want you so much. It physically hurts, the way I need you. Do you feel it too?”
She lowered her head once more to nuzzle his throat, scraping the tips of her fangs along his jugular, watching the thick vein plump beneath his skin. So swollen. So eager for her penetration.
But she resisted.
Not yet.
“Your body knows,” she continued to whisper quietly, as if he absorbed her every word.
“It wants me too. Always. No matter my form. How do you explain that, Dalair? It’s not just physical chemistry, is it? Somewhere inside of you, your soul is still alive. It must be. For it recognizes mine.”
Because she was watching his face carefully, she saw the flicker of…something…that passed over him, fluttering his obscenely thick eyelashes like a quiet breeze across the surface of a still lake.
“If it’s love your soul needs, I will give you all of my love. I have an infinite store, you see. The more I love you, the stronger it grows. It fills me with such desperate sadness and aching joy. If only you would love me back…”
With a stuttering breath, she lifted her hips and positioned her nether lips unerringly over the swollen head of his sex. And with a sigh, she ground down upon him, taking him inch by excruciatingly thick, hard, satiny inch, into her body, until he was seated within her to the hilt, clasped tightly, covetously by her clenching channel.
“But I don’t need you to love me back, Dalair,” she rasped against his throat, licking his jugular vein, and sucking on his tantalizing skin hard enough to leave a bruise. Even with his Pure healing powers, her mark would take hours to fade.
And she wasn’t done. He’d bear her possession of him all over his body, in his blood, before the morning light. She would bear the same from him.
“My love is endless and unconditional. No matter what you do, or how the world changes, I will never stop loving you, never stop wanting you. There will never be anyone else for me.”
And then she began to move upon him, riding his body, wringing his cock.
Hours and hours, she took from him, making him drench her with his seed, devouring him and storing him inside. She took as much as she gave, whispering soft words in his ear, worshipping his body with hers.
At last she broke his skin with her sharp female fangs, sinking the small daggers into the thickest vein in his neck, and gorged on his heady, intoxicating, poisoned blood.
It didn’t matter. This was Dalair.
Poisoned, wrecked, turned to stone—she loved him still.
Even the parts that were destined to destroy her.
Chapter Five
In and out of dreams, Sophia slid.
Long-buried memories from past incarnations drifted over her like changing winds, sometimes cold, sometimes balmy, stirring up a myriad of emotions and whispering thoughts.