Masuk“But sometime– sometimes I wonder if it is worth it,” Escuridade admitted quietly, vulnerability cracking through her hardened exterior. “Every battle leaves scars on my soul, Escuro. Scars you cannot see because they are hidden beneath this– this darkness.” She pressed her forehead against Escuro’s, closing her purple eyes for a moment. “So, tell me again,” Escuridade whispered against his skin, her breath warm despite the chill in the ai
Escuro grabs Escuridade’s wrist. “He loves her,” he says softly. “If I thought you would let me lock you away to keep you safe, I would do the same.” Escuridade’s angry expression faltered at his words, the firm grip on her wrist serving as a physical reminder of the very conflict she was railing against. She stared down at his hand, then back up at his face, seeing the genuine concern and love reflected in his red eyes. “Don’t,” she said quietly, her voice losing its sharp edge. “Don’t compare what Luz feels for Amelia to what you feel for me. We are not talking about love– we are talking about survival.” She pulled her wrist gently from his grasp but did not step away.Instead, she sank back downs onto the stone floor beside him, wrapping her arms around her knees. “You are right,” she admitted grudgingly after a moment of silence. “I would fight you every step of the way if you
“Amelia,” Escuridade repeated the name flatly, her purple eyes losing their post-coital warmth and hardening with suspicion. “What does she have to do with this? Is this about protection detail? Because I have already assigned three Corrompido guards to watch her.” She wrapped the robe around her shoulders but did not tie it securely, leaving one shoulder bare as she turned to face him more directly. “If you are asking me to let her fight alongside us tomorrow– absolutely not,” she stated firmly before Escuro could even finish his thought. He sits up and pulls her into his arms. “We can’t enter the cathedral. Our kind– we are not welcome there. But she could enter,” he said softly. “And if she could manage to get to the dungeons from there and free out people, Cidade dos escravos can fall from within.”Escuridade stiffened in Escuro’s arms, her body going rigid at the suggestion. The idea of s
Escuro rolled them over, so he was on top of her, then he moved his hips again. The sudden shift in position caught Escuridade off guard, her back hitting the cold stone floor of the ruined watchtower with a soft thud. The change in angle sent fresh waves of sensation through her as Escuro settled between her thighs, his weight pinning her pleasantly to the ground. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his hips, ankles locking behind his back. “Yes– like this,” she moaned, tilting her pelvis up to meet his next thrust.The new position allowed him to drive deeper inside her, reaching places that made stars explode behind her eyelids. “Oh Gods, Escuro- yes!” her hands scrambled for purchase. On the rough stone surface beside them while her heels dug into the small of his back. The faster pace resumed immediately, each powerful stroke pushing her closer and closer to the edge. “Harder,” she commanded breathlessly against his shoulder. &
“Escuro,” Escuridade gasped out, arching into his touch. The word was part plea, part command. “Stop teasing me like this.” Her own hands moved from his chest to grip his shoulders tightly, nails biting into the muscle there. The familiar darkness within her seemed to recede completely under the flood of sensation coursing through her veins. Escuro’s one hand moved from her breast to undo the binds that hold his robe closed, parting his robe so his muscular chest and cock was bare. His erection rubbed directly against her folds now. A low, guttural sound escaped her throat as he finally freed himself from his confines. The sight of his naked chest and the hard length of his erection pressing directly against her sensitive flesh sent a shockwave of pure sensation through her entire being.He inner muscles clenched involuntarily around him, already craving the invasion. “Finally,” she breathed out, her voice raspy with need. Her purple
“But sometime– sometimes I wonder if it is worth it,” Escuridade admitted quietly, vulnerability cracking through her hardened exterior. “Every battle leaves scars on my soul, Escuro. Scars you cannot see because they are hidden beneath this– this darkness.” She pressed her forehead against Escuro’s, closing her purple eyes for a moment. “So, tell me again,” Escuridade whispered against his skin, her breath warm despite the chill in the air. “Remind me why we keep fighting when every victory feels like a temporary reprieve from hell itself.” Her fingers traced the line of his jaw, feeling the steady pulse beneath her touch– a stark contrast to the erratic energy thrumming through her own veins. The tattered fabric of her robe shifted as she adjusted her position on his lap, the movement both deliberate and unconscious.“The Santos Order will not stop hunting us. They will never understand what we ar
In the right corner seated at a heavy wooden table was a rugged, muscular man, leaning slightly forward with a relaxed but grounded posture, both hands wrapped around a sturdy metal tankard filled with ale. He has broad shoulders and a powerful build, emphasized by the way his worn clothes stretches across his frame. He wears a loose, off-white shirt that is partially unlaced at the chest, revealing a hint of his muscular torso.Over the shirt, ha has a brown leather jacket that looks aged, creased and damp. His brown trousers match the rugged, practical nature of his outfit. He has a strong jawline, light stubble, and slightly tired by alert features. His grey eyes are look over at the other patrons until he spots Lady Escuridade, and his gaze intensifies. A faint scar runs over his right eye, and his long, light brown hair falls loosely around his face and shoulders, slightly slicked down, catching the warm light in subtle highlights. As Lady Escuridade nears his table, his







