Within Temptation Black Symphony 소설 & 이야기

Chapter Two. AZAEL BLACKWELL. The redhead with the big blue eyes was moving her hips in circles above me, I could feel my manhood coming in and out of her over and over again, I was focusing, imagining her to be that sweet redhead I've been studying for months, one that, has become the main protagonist of every one of my fantasies, I can't get her out of my head, not until I have her in my hands and make her mine, just mine.

“Why don’t you be a good girl and ask nicely? Ask me to fuck you right here and I promise, I will give you pleasure like you’ve never had it before.” My chin quivered and I swallowed hard. My breath was shaking at his words, my whole body trembling with the need for him to fill me up and I knew he felt it. He brought his fingers to the point of my chin, tilting my head up so that his lips were a breath from mine. His blue eyes met my black ones. “You say one thing, but your body says another.” His eyes search mine as if looking for something. “Stop fighting it. Give in to your desire, Em."

If Carla were here, I'd bend her over and do her right here, with the warm water raining down our bodies. A crazy thought of course. Because . . . well, she's on the do-not-touch list. My right-hand palms my throbbing dick. A wave of guilt washes over me. Can't whack one off to Carla. Can't go there. I have no business wanting her. She's my best friend's little sister. That makes her forbidden. I can't do this. But I feel myself slipping. I'm losing this battle. Moving on its own accord, my hand clasps around my dick again. My eyes drift shut, and I give into the temptation of fucking Carla.

The drinks weren’t effective it seemed, I needed something much more stronger. “More amigo!” I informed Levi who was serving other costumers. The music was louder than it had been when the stripper was done. As she walked down the stairs men reached out for her ass. Horny idiots! I winked at her from where I was seated by the bar, with three drinks on my front and I crowd of individuals kissing, and dancing their hearts out. “Hey, handsome.” She greeted when she made it to me. I drew her closer to me and offered her a drink. “Here.”

It was a symphony of despair, intricately woven with tantalizing temptations. "The chorus of lost souls," Ava confirmed, her voice a tense whisper. She looked pale, her dark eyes wide, searching the swirling vortex. "And somewhere in there… the Chronos Sentinel." My head pounded. The brief respite from the void's relentless gnawing had vanished. It returned with a vengeance, stronger now, as if invigorated by the dimensional transit. The cold spread, seizing my chest, threatening to extinguish that last flicker of hellfire. I swayed, my knees threatening to buckle.

Her moans were like wicked symphonies I never knew I craved… soft, sinful, forbidden poetry whispered in the dead of night. Fuck. Where was this coming from? Judas Romanovski didn’t use words like this. Didn’t let himself feel like this. But for her? For her, I could write thousands—dark verses and the more I looked at her, the more it dragged me further into an obsession that bordered on madness. She was my temptation, my ruin, wrapped in whispers. A lie. Yes, she was a lie. She had to be. Cause there was no way truth could be so tempting.

She was wrapped in her own private world of rhythm. Lost in the music, Seraphina walked toward the bank of elevators. Her eyes caught a pair of polished obsidian doors that stood completely empty, devoid of the usual early morning lines. She had always wanted to try this particular one out. Without a second thought, she stepped up to it, pressed the call button, and slid inside the moment the doors parted. What she didn't realize, entirely insulated by her music, was the sudden, collective gasp that rippled through the lobby behind her.

All the terror was over. And a voice whispered in his ear: “Do you want it?” The vision of happiness was so real, so tempting. Siron felt a pull to say “yes.” But before he could answer, the lights flickered back on. Gideon had passed out. And standing in front of Siron was Kit, but with a smile that was much too sweet, his eyes shimmering with a soft purple light. “I can give you that, Siron. Everything you want. Just say yes.” Kit held out his hand, and in his palm, a purple heart symbol pulsed. Siron was stunned, unable to move, wondering if this was the real Kit or an illusion of the Temptress.