LOGINThe contact of Escuro’s arousal against Escuridade’s core sent a fresh wave of heat racing through her veins, far more intense that the first time. She could feel the thrum of his pulse against her, a steady, driving rhythm that seemed to synchronize with the beating of her own heart. Her legs wound around his waist, pulling him flush against her, her heels digging into he small of his back. The darkness in the room flared again, responding to the renewed intensity, shadows stretc
“Even when you were pretending not to care. You showed me your big heart,” Escuro said to Escuridade, her voice softening. “You felt so much empathy for others. You would get angry for them and feel sad for those suffering. And whenever I though this war was getting to much… you would show me why it was still worth fighting.” She went still; her hands stilled against his chest. The words seemed to settle deep within her; more potent than any incantation she had ever woven. She looked away for a moment, her gaze falling to the tangled sheets, her jaw tightening as if she were physically resisting the weight of what he was saying. Then, slowly, she turned her eyes back to him. The purple glow was soft now, steady and warm.“I thought I was hiding it well,” Escuridade said, a trace of her old wryness returning to her voice, though it was fragile. “I thought if I did not let anyone see it, no one could use it against me.” She
The contact of Escuro’s arousal against Escuridade’s core sent a fresh wave of heat racing through her veins, far more intense that the first time. She could feel the thrum of his pulse against her, a steady, driving rhythm that seemed to synchronize with the beating of her own heart. Her legs wound around his waist, pulling him flush against her, her heels digging into he small of his back. The darkness in the room flared again, responding to the renewed intensity, shadows stretching long and deep across the walls like reaching fingers. “Escuro,” she breathed, her voice a ragged thread of sound. Her eyes were wide, the purple glow within them bright and hungry. “Now. I want you now.”Escuridade gripped Escuro’s forearms, her nails pressing into his skin as she arched her hips upward, meeting him hallway, desperate to close the final distance between them. “Gods, you are irresistible,” he said, before thrusting deep inside
The coarse fabric of Escuridade’s robes was cast aside, leaving her skin bare and vulnerable to the cool air and his warmth. “Escuro,” she murmured, her voice caught between a plea and a command. The shadows in the room had grown quiet now, almost respectful, huddling in the corners like a spectator at a sacred rite. The only sound was the uneven rhythm of their breathing and the soft rustle of fabric. his mouth moved down her chest slowly, until his lips closed around one of her nipples. The sensation was a tidal wave, crashing over her senses and leaving her breathless. Her eyes rolled back, her fingers clenching so tightly in his black hair that she feared she might pull.Every touch of Escuro’s hands felt like a brand against her skin– searing, intimate, and utterly grounding. She had spent so long being something feared, something broken, something to be contained. But here, under the weight of him, she felt entirely real. “Do not stop
Escuridade pulled back just enough to look Escuro in the eyes, her expression fierce and raw. “I am already stained, Escuro. there is no running back to the light for me.” Her hands moved to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath his robes. “So, we are in this together?” he asked, looking for reassurance. She did not answer with words. Instead, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his– not a soft kiss, but something desperate and hungry, as if she could pull the truth of his soul into hers through sheer force of will. When she finally broke away, her breathing was shallow, her purple eyes luminous in the dim light. “Together,” she said, the word firm and final. “Until the end comes for us, or for it. Whichever happens first.”Escuridade rested her forehead against Escuro’s, her hands sliding up to cup his face. The shadows in the room had settled, no longer swirling in agitation but resting qui
Escuridade took a single step forward, her purple eyes never leaving his. The amaryllises at her feet pulsed with the same deep, rhythmic crimson, as if acknowledging him. “What did you find down there?” she pressed, her tone demanding. “And do not give me another riddle.” “It does not matter,” Escuro said simply. “I have what I need to defeat the Santo Order.” His red eyes landed on her, drinking in every detail. “You should join me,” he said suddenly. The offer hung in the air between them, as heavy and sudden as a lightning strike. She stared at him, her mouth slightly open, her mind racing to catch up with the sheer audacity of his words. “Join you,” she repeated, the words tasting like ash. “You mean join your little crusade against the Santo Order. You mean paint a target on my back once again.” Escuridade laughed, a short, bitter sound that had no humour in it. She paced a
“You made a deal with a being that is seeking its own extinction,” Escuridade said into the fabric of his robes, her voice muffled. “And you think that is a stable foundation for a war?” she pulled back just enough to look up at him, her expression weary. “I was surprised too,” Escuro admitted. “Then it said it wanted to join them… I think it mean its family.” Her hands which had been resting against his chest, went still. She stared at him, her purple eyes wide and searching, as if trying to decipher a language she had never heard. “Join them,” she repeated, the words tasting strange in her mouth. “Its family.” She pulled away from his completely, stepping back until she hit the wall.The chill of the stone seeped through Escuridade’s robes. Her mind raced, truing to connect the dots– the vision of the woman and child, the burning, the red amaryllises and now this ancient entity wantin
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