Chapter 49

49

SYLAS

It was nothing to create a piece of myself to give to her, having done so already twice the same night.

But this time would be different.

I knew I loved her, and I was literally holding her heart. Her fragile organ was pumping in short excited bursts as she looked at my face, at the lines of light growing between us, and then at the space where my hand was embedded in her chest. The stuff I was made of slid between all of her atoms and time, so that I could feel her, but not hurt her, although the line between the two was impossibly close.

I layered enough of myself between her and the ground in both dimensions, so as not to hurt her as I settled her down, and prepared to enter her. I felt her heave a sigh as I started pressing myself in, and watched her eyes close as her head rolled back—then she came back to life again as I made my first thrust, looking between her breasts at where we met, and then at where my hand was plunged into her wrist-deep. I could feel my stroke jostle her body—and then the way her heart beat more quickly afterwards.

I wanted to feel it race .

I wanted to feel it explode.

I leaned over her and started fucking her with intent while she moaned. Her little cunt fluttered, remembering what it'd given me when I'd had my tongue shoved inside her, and I reached down to stroke her clit, the light between us scattering and rearranging every time either of us moved.

"You're so beautiful," she said, her half-lidded gaze drifting up, as she looped her hands behind my head.

I looked down at the places where we met, both my cock and hand, where her light was swallowing me whole.

It looked like I was losing myself inside her.

It felt like coming home.

My eyes found hers again. "You are my everything."

The words made her smile and close her eyes again, even as her heart was fluttered in my grasp like a dying bird.

Maybe a dying lamb.

All I wanted to do was extinguish it.

To blanket her beautiful brightness with all the shadows I possessed, pulling her utterly in, so that there was none of her to share with anyone else, in this world or any other reality.

And it would've been so easy to do, too, if she hadn't opened her eyes again to look up at me.

"I love you, Sylas," she said, in between the thrusts I gave her that filled her up. "And I've never told anybody that before."

I knew it was true—because she wouldn't have lied to me, and because I was holding her heart in my hand.

"My queen," I whispered, and then I made time slow down.