“I’m so sorry,” he murmurs into my skin. “I’m so sorry, my love. I love only you. I want only you.”
My sobs grow louder as I hear his words. He loves me yet he has hurt me. Deeply wounded me like no one has ever done. And I’ve let him. I let this happen; I encouraged it. I deserve this punishment for it was my own doing.
“I know,” I cry into his chest. I try to hush my whimpering yet I can’t seem to catch my breath. I’m pathetic- a driveling mess of nauseating self-loathing.
“I’m so sorry. I love you. I love you,” he breathes, finding my mouth.
His hands wipe away my mascara- streaked tears before knotting in my tresses. The kiss deepens, cutting off my cries and I begin to melt into his arms. Even after his assault on my heart, he is the only one that can soothe me. Only he knows the depths of my depravity, because he is just as dark and twisted. Two equally confused, pathetic, fucked up souls.
I can’t even comprehend how I could be aroused after witnessing the sensual exchange between Aurora and Dorian, but I am. And as disgusting and weak as it makes me feel, I am panting as he slides my panties down my legs exposing my dripping wet sex. I want him; I want to show him that I can make him feel good too.
Dorian stands long enough to unfasten his pants and relinquish his hardness. He pushes my dress up to gather around my waist before urgently entering me, burying his shame and apologies in my warmth. I murmur his name repeatedly as he digs himself deeper and deeper, filling me until I choke on my own gasps. His rhythm is rushed and unconstrained. He is running away from his corruption. He is trying to escape his darkness. But no matter how deep he delves, no matter how hard he thrusts, no matter how good it feels, he is who he is. He is Dark. My Dark Prince. And I am just as Dark for loving him.
Chapter Six
“I am so sorry, little girl. So, so sorry,” Dorian murmurs into my hair.
It’s late or very early, and somewhere between my earth-shattering orgasm followed by more pitiful sobs, I dozed off. Dorian’s naked body is lying beside me, tightly twisted around my frame protectively. I know he is full of regret but we both know it was necessary. Aurora had to let him breathe her. I just didn’t expect it to be so sexual, so erotic. I can only imagine how sex was for them, and though I try to dispel the thoughts, they keep creeping back up into my mind. I’m not like them, not yet, at least. Everything about them is extraordinary from their physical perfection to the intangible way they move. Of course I can’t even begin to wrap my head around it. It is not meant for me. We are from two different worlds.
“Did you sleep at all?” I whisper hoarsely. I am still too ashamed to look at him. Ashamed because after what I witnessed, after what he did to me, I still let him have me.
“No. I can’t. Not when your pain cripples me so. I am so sorry.”
With a huff, I turn to gauge Dorian’s expression. He is clearly anguished though he looks better. Younger. His eyes have returned to their dazzling azure color and I can tell that his skin has returned to its warm olive complexion in the dim lighting.
“It’s ok, Dorian. I’m ok. It had to be done. We both knew it’d be uncomfortable. I just didn’t expect it to be like that,” I say, my voice cracking at the end. “Is it always going to be like that? When you need to be fixed?”
“Yes. But I hope to not need to breathe anyone else but you. Ever. Do you understand why I was so reluctant to see you every day? I didn’t want to need that. To need Aurora.”
“Yes,” I nod. Had I known that our close proximity would result in him needing anyone else but me, especially Miss Painfully Perfect, I would have been less demanding about him spending each night with me. But I needed him. My addiction for him grows stronger every day. “Is there anything we can do? To ease the…cravings?”
“It’s harder now. Now that we are linked. But I’ll look into it. For now, we just have to make every moment together count.”
I look at my love thoughtfully. He’s right. I can’t dwell on something I can’t control. “Was it hard for my parents too?”
Dorian shrugs. “Since they were both powerful in their own right, their exchange wasn’t as…staggering as it is for you and me. You are enticing for all forces, not just the Dark and Light. There will be those that want to harness that power for themselves.”
“Is that what you want to do?” I whisper before I can stop myself. I was thinking it; it was not meant to be heard aloud.
Shame flashes on Dorian’s face momentarily. “Part of me does. It feels so…good. Strong. It’s in my nature to want it. And I’ve only had a taste, only a fraction of how potent you will be. But taking it from you would kill you, and I could not bear that.”