Enigma

by RuNyx

She had looked like a goddess, a mystical creature hovering over the dead, come to life from the sea behind her. And in that one instant, she had become his muse.

He had asked her to stay away and she had deliberately not. She’d thrown the gauntlet, and fuck him if he didn’t pick it up.

“Try it. Try walking off a cliff, I will block you. Try making yourself bait, I will catch you. And try being with another man, I will use his blood and make you the canvas.”

“I might not have a say in what you do,” he declared, his eyes fierce on her face. “But I damn well will have my hands in it. Understand that.”

“In fact,” he said, moving to her bed, “I slept like the dead for a few hours too. So good that I don’t think I’ll be leaving your bed anytime soon.”

“You’re insane,” she wheezed out when she could manage, still chuckling. “Totally insane.” “Over you?” he mused, relaxed like a king in her bed. “Yes.”

He chuckled, kissing the corner of her mouth. “I own your mind. I’m going to own your body. And then, I’ll take your soul. Because you’re coming for mine, aren’t you? Mind, body, and soul. Now tell me, has anyone owned this pussy before?”

“You could bring gods to their knees, you know that?” he murmured softly, his hands tightening on her hips, before drifting to the corners of her eyes, tracing them like he did. “Just one glance from these eyes would have driven men to murder in old times. Still might.” Salem tilted her head to the side. “Would it drive you to murder?” He pulled her closer. “Oh, little asp. It would drive me beyond.” “What is beyond murder?” “Damnation.”

“Because I was a man on the path to damnation and I saw salvation instead. Because being near you makes me feel something beyond rage. Because the chaos inside me quietens when I’m near you.” His words were shaking by the end of his sentence, his hands holding her possessively. “You’ve become my muse, little asp.”

“I want to be the only villain you see. I want to be the only devil who drags you to hell.”

“Because life with you feels greater than death. Because you make the artist in me burn with the need to create, make the man in me burn with the need to possess, make the killer in me burn with the need to protect. You make me want to live, Salem. You give me a modicum of peace in a world of chaos. Is that reason enough?”

His own anger, much more palpable than hers, flared. “I have every right. Need I remind you who’s inside you every night? What name you scream when you strangle my cock? Whose hands are on every inch of your skin?”

“You.” He thrust inside her. “Will always be mine. No matter what secrets you keep, no matter what secrets I keep. There won’t ever be another for you or for me.”

Salem had always thought nothing could beat death, that nothing could be immortal. She’d been wrong. Love, deep, true love, was immortal.

“Just so there’s no confusion, you want us to…?” “Marry,” he stated simply. “Not right now, but someday. But I want my ring on your finger and yours on mine. I want the world to know about it and I want you to know you always, always belong. To me.”