The Damned

I’m staring at her awestruck face, holding my breath, as she whispers so delicately that I almost wonder if I’ve heard her thoughts instead.

“It’s snowing…How, Bash?  How are you doing this?”

My arms tighten around her waist,  watching as her hair becomes veiled in white.  She looks like the angels men pretend to know—Pure and innocent with big brown eyes searching the room filled with snow from my emotion.

I pull her closer, flush to me, anchoring her to where she’s straddling me.  Possession and need pulse through my veins because I’ve done the one goddamned thing I wasn’t allowed.  I kissed her, and now if I don’t do it again, it feels like I might die.  As if the life still lingering inside me will be ripped out, and I’ll fucking turn to ash.  I all but claw at her face to draw her mouth back to mine.

Fuck.  This is almost too much.  But that’s when it happens.  We join.

I jerk back, staring at her for only a moment before diving back in, starved by the reprieve.

This can’t be.  The joining isn’t real.  It just lies the dead tell.

But as I try and tear away from her again, it’s physically fucking painful, making me shudder before my head drops back, and my jaw goes slack.  A rumble begins in my chest, but Aspen rushes her words out first.

“I feel you, Sebastian.  I’m inside your skin.  Every piece of you feels alive, and”—she takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself by gripping my shoulders— “you’re screaming for me.  What’s happening?”

I’ve never tasted another person’s essence; nobody has for eons.  But people say when you do that, it’s euphoric, like swimming in pools of someone’s soul.  As if you’re drowning in them until there is no end or beginning.  And that’s exactly what I feel like. Like I’ve died or been reborn.  She’s awoken that which died, and now everything I am is screaming for her, and it’ll never stop.  

And yet,  it’s even more than that—something crueler than love and older than existence.  It’s the beginning.

“I can taste heaven on your lips,” I growl.  “I’m screaming for you because you’re beckoning me, Aspen.  You don’t understand.  I can’t have you, but I’m going to tear myself apart trying.  We’ve joined.  ”

I lick my lips.  Fuck.  Her taste, the way it makes everything in my body remember and want to forget at the same time.  She was sent down from where I was cast out.  I knew that, but what I tasted was more than that.

Aspen’s made from Lilith’s rib.  She’s holy.  And I’m damned.

Her hands press against my cheeks, thumbs wiping bloody tears.  I didn’t know I’d begun to cry as she brings my eyes back to hers.

“I don’t care.” She’s read my thoughts.  “Replace what’s holy with you.  Invite me to Hell.  Soil every part of heaven that’s left.  Remake me in your  image.”

We’re locked on each other, staring so intensely that her chest begins to rise and fall.  It’s fear and exhilaration.  Because she already knows, she can hear the words as if I’ve said them.

I want to take her from heaven.  From God and all his silly little warriors.  I want to damn her and keep her entangled within the darkness of my soul.

Her thumb presses between my lips, gliding over my teeth until she feels the sharp prick against her skin.  She gasps, but all I hear is the popping of her flesh.  My eyes roll back into my head as the exquisite sound of that droplet drawing to the surface of her finger fills my ears.

“Tell me what heaven tastes like, Bash.  Let me feel it too.”

She draws her finger across my lip as my tongue follows obediently.  I’m a fucking animal, panting, every muscle tensed as my eyes stay locked on hers.  The room’s silence grows, locking us in a bubble with only the sound of my breath.  Don’t do it.  Don’t bite her.

“But I want you to, Sebastian.  Please don’t leave me here…without you.  It will kill us both.”

I can only half-blink before I draw in a ragged breath.  The longer I fight it, the heavier my senses become.  Her hands brush over my back before she weaves her fingers into my hair.  Aspen tilts her head, exposing her neck.

“Bash.”

No.  I won’t.  But even as I think it, our bodies are already writhing, desperate to touch skin to skin.  Our mouths melded, kissing furiously.  She circles her hips, grinding into my already hard cock.  Jesus, her heart sounds like a drum thrummed next to my ear.

“Aspen,” her name is groaned as our bodies rock harder in unison, begging for more friction.

Tongues fight for dominance as an explosion to our side draws her eyes for only a second.  Gone is the snow.

This room is on fire.

She attacks my jacket, still kissing me as she rips it from my shoulders, shimmying it off before tearing open my shirt.  Buttons ricochet and echo as they fall, bouncing over the marble floors until they settle.

“We can’t stop,” She moans.  “ I don’t want to stop.  Please, Bash.”

She’s repeating the last of her words over and over.  And I’m lost in the moment.  Drunk, addicted, a fucking slave to all my urges.  I gather the tulle of her gown, yanking it upward until the heat from her bare wet pussy spreads over my covered dick.

She grips my hair, mercilessly pulling the strands, so I’m forced to stop kissing her and look into her eyes.

“I denounce him.”

Fuck.  

“You are my only  God, Sebastian.  And I am your soul.  Damn me.”

She reaches down between us, unzipping my pants, and reaches inside, gripping my rock-hard cock before pulling me out.  With my teeth exposed, I raise her up on her knees.

“Damnetur anima tua.”  Let your soul be condemned.

My cock thrusts inside her, making her back arch, head dropping back just as my teeth sink into her tender flesh.

The walls quake.  Ear shattering shrieks descend from the heavens, wind circling viciously, fire swirling around us.  But I don’t stop.  My cock pushes inside her with possessive force as I slowly draw the life out of her.  Eating, feasting on her blood.

I’ll take it all.

Her fingers dig into my shoulder, her pussy tightening around me, making me feel her heartbeat everywhere.  The world around us is blurry, only the flash of white feathered wings peeking out from around the fire I’ve surrounded us in as God’s army flies in his honor.  A thunderous growl rips from my throat as I pull away, mouth covered in blood.  Burning, searing heat strikes my back, forcing my eyes to the sky as I bellow.

“Occidere me si potes.” Kill me if you can.

Obsidian wings bursts from my back, spreading out with enough force to move the protection of our bubble.

“Look at your son.  I was your son first, until you cast me out.  You took everything from me.  But you don’t get her.”

I grip the back of her neck, holding her outstretched, as I fuck her harder, rutting into her like an animal.  She’s dangling in my arms, eyes glued to mine as life slowly begins to leave her.  I love you, she mouths, shuddering, coming with her last breath.

“And I you,” I  roar, but it’s drowned out by God weeping for vengeance.

She’s mine now.

Blood explodes as I ferociously rupture my skin holding my clenched fist over her mouth, letting the rich garnet pour over hers.

My words are said to the darkness above me, to the warriors surrounding us.  And to her.

“Non est alius deus ante me.” there is no other god before me.

Time stops.  Those unaffected by the world trying to right the wrong are condemned to move in slow motion.  But I bleed.  Giving myself to her before my body explodes, coming just as she opens her eyes and screams.

“Sebastian.”