12-23-2017, 02:51 PM
Pain and rapture coursed his body tense. He stood basking in all his glory while it lasted when a voice pierced the deathly silence.
He spun, eyes flashing with murderous intent, only to behold a mirage. It was as if she was summoned from the night air by sheer desire. He drank in the sight of her, the vision of his every waking hour. She haunted him like a ghost. Life and death enveloped her body like the wings of a dark angel.
Any other moment in time and he might have stayed his hand. He would have retreated or forced her to come to him instead. But in this moment, Dane stood upon the pinnacle of all his might. Control pulsed his body rather than blood. Domination swirled behind his eyes. He yanked the sword from the body on the desk and walked straight to the angel of death.
Hand gripped tight upon the sword, he held it like he grappled for air to breathe. Only he wasn't breathing. There was no man within his skin any longer. Only a monster remained, and he realized as he whisked Aria into his arms, that he did indeed know love.
He released the power, inviting her into the darkness. Only then would their souls meld into one black shadow.
He kissed her fiercely, painfully. He pulled at her hair, those glorious black strands tangled in his fists. The cheap sword was a part of both of them, and it hugged her body as though it was an arm of affectionate embrace. When he began to rip at her clothes, he was uncertain whether it was to feel her skin upon his or to murder her where she stood.
He spun, eyes flashing with murderous intent, only to behold a mirage. It was as if she was summoned from the night air by sheer desire. He drank in the sight of her, the vision of his every waking hour. She haunted him like a ghost. Life and death enveloped her body like the wings of a dark angel.
Any other moment in time and he might have stayed his hand. He would have retreated or forced her to come to him instead. But in this moment, Dane stood upon the pinnacle of all his might. Control pulsed his body rather than blood. Domination swirled behind his eyes. He yanked the sword from the body on the desk and walked straight to the angel of death.
Hand gripped tight upon the sword, he held it like he grappled for air to breathe. Only he wasn't breathing. There was no man within his skin any longer. Only a monster remained, and he realized as he whisked Aria into his arms, that he did indeed know love.
He released the power, inviting her into the darkness. Only then would their souls meld into one black shadow.
He kissed her fiercely, painfully. He pulled at her hair, those glorious black strands tangled in his fists. The cheap sword was a part of both of them, and it hugged her body as though it was an arm of affectionate embrace. When he began to rip at her clothes, he was uncertain whether it was to feel her skin upon his or to murder her where she stood.