Symphony of Light and Winter

by Renea Mason

  One last kiss on the soft smooth skin and I whispered, “Cyril, let me be the one to love you.”

  “Linden…”

  His lips crashed against mine, but I broke the kiss and held him at arm’s length. I brought his hand once again to my face and placed my cheek against his palm. I kissed each finger and stared him in the eyes. I swirled my tongue around his index finger and I sucked it into my mouth while I made direct eye contact with him. He sighed and his cock twitched as it rested, thick and heavy against my leg.

  “Have I told you how good you taste?”

  His breath hitched. “No.”

  “You are absolutely delicious. I used to have this fantasy about you. Hell, you may have seen it in my head. You were always playing the piano and I would reach down, undo your pants and pull out your cock. I’d touch and tease it while you played and eventually lower my head to wrap my lips around it. I would lick and suck every inch of you, savoring your taste, all while satisfying my morbid curiosity to see if you’d still play like a virtuoso when you came in my mouth.”

  His mouth gaped open and he attempted to speak. On his third attempt, he was successful. Never breaking eye contact he said, “I guess you’ll have to find out.”

  “I guess I will. We’ll save that for another day. I have something else in mind.”

  “Really? For the record, I have no objections to you using me to fulfill your fantasies. Oh, to look into your eyes as you look up at me while your lips…ah…”

  I placed a finger against his lips. “Shhh…we have a lifetime for that.”

  “Not a lifetime. Forever.”

  Coaxing him onto the bed in a seated position, I straddled him. I rested one hand on his shoulder and with the other grasped his cock. He was so thick, I couldn’t close my hand. I poised myself above him and made sure he stared directly into my eyes. He once said he wanted to watch my face as I took his cock. I slowly sank onto him, inch by glorious inch. I tried to communicate my ecstasy with my eyes. He touched my lower lip when I sighed at how he filled me. His arms held me tight and, once fully seated, we began to move.

  He glanced every so often from my eyes to my swaying breasts. With every movement my nipples grazed his chest. I arched my back to expose the peaks to him, and without hesitation he captured one between his lips. His tongue teased the tip as he sucked hard. When he switched to the other, his pace increased. We writhed together, entwined for some time.

  “Linden, I love you. You are mine.”

  I kissed him. “Yes.” The word escaped on a sigh as his hand kneaded my breast.

  He pulled away from me and I watched as he exposed his fangs. In one quick movement he pierced his lower lip. The blood appeared instantly and started to trickle down his chin.

  “Taste. It will protect you from darkness. I want forever. Drink.” He placed his hand behind my head and pulled my face toward his.

  Leaning in, I licked clean the escaping liquid. A taste of the darkest chocolate hit my tongue, and the electricity between us increased. I pulled his bottom lip into my mouth and sucked it while he moved harder and deeper within me. The wound kept giving and with each pull I became statically charged, making my chest tight. He gripped my shoulder and pushed me away from his lip. He dipped his head again to my breast. When he sucked the nipple into his mouth, he bit. With each draw, he moaned. Unlike anything I ever felt, all pain canceled by his lapping at the wound, his blood coursing through my body, amplifying pleasure, my orgasm moments away.

  In one swift movement, he lifted us and flipped me on my back. I pulled up my knees to give him better access, and he pounded into me over and over again with punishing thrusts.

  “I love you so fucking much,” he said as his pelvis continued to meet mine. “I’m never letting you go. Fuck. I can’t get enough.” The sounds of his balls slapping hard against my ass brought forth another peak. “Let me see your face. Come for me. Show me how I make you feel.”

  He sped up and I lost my ability for conscious thought. I came hard. My fingers dug into his muscled back as my climax commanded me.

  He was still fucking me when I gained the ability to concentrate again.

  He waited for my permission.

  “Come on, Cyril. Take what is yours.”

  His face showed signs of agony, pleasure, relief, joy, and love all at the same time. He bellowed and threw his head back. Soon his intense gaze returned and held me captivated with each jolt of his climax. He burrowed deeper with each thrust, his eyes never leaving mine.

  He laid his weight on me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders while burying his face in my neck. With his final violent thrusts, the air crackled and his cock pulsed, releasing the last of his seed.

  As his quakes quieted, so did his movement.

  His weight comforting, I rubbed my hand through his hair and down his back. “I love you, Cyril. I think I always have.” I hoped that I hid the sadness in my statement. Tomorrow night, I would leave him. I needed him to know how much I cared.

  “Say it again.”

  “I love you.”

  He pulled his head up to place a light kiss on my lips.

  If it was the last thing I did, I wanted him to know above all else, he had been loved.

  * * *

  The heat surrounding me comforted me in sleep. My eyes were hard to open, the arms wrapped around me evidence I wasn’t alone. Cyril.

  Memories of the night before ran through my mind as his lips kissed my hair and squeezed tighter when I stirred.

  “Good morning.”

  “Good morning.” I yawned.

  I rolled on my side to face him. “Have you been holding me like this all night?”

  “Yes. Well, for most of the night. I attended to a few small things but returned quickly.” His smile gave radiance to his face I didn’t know existed.

  “Why didn’t you go do something else? You didn’t have to stay with me.”

  “I didn’t know when you would wake up and I didn’t want you to awaken alone. I’ve waited ages to have you. I will not waste a moment.”

  I should have been happy but my heart shattered, knowing it would be the last time he held me. Tears flooded my eyes, defying my command to remain hidden.

  “What’s wrong, Linden? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  I grabbed his hand and kissed it. “No, you didn’t hurt me. All of this is so unbelievable. It feels so fragile, like anything could break it, without even meaning to.”

  “I won’t allow it.”

  “What makes you think you have a choice?”

  “There’s always a choice, Linden.” His hand mindlessly made circles in the hollow of my back.

  “You know… Sometimes I wish there wasn’t.”

  “Then let me take away your choices. I command you to stay here with me always.” He wrapped his arms around me tighter, but soon pulled back to stare at me.

  “Why do I feel so much sadness in you? Do you regret last night?”

  “No. Not at all. It was so perfect. I’m sorry it’s over.”

  He rubbed his naked body against mine, causing my heart to skip a beat. My breath halted. His hardness brushed against my fleshy bottom. I wasn’t sure if my body could survive another round, but no matter how much of him I had, it would never be enough.

  “It doesn’t have to be, but you did pass out. I figured you needed a break.”

  “I did.”

  “Come on, you’re probably starving. Let me make you something to eat while you shower.”

  He pressed quick kisses against my neck as he carried me the entire way into the bathroom. When he finally placed me on my feet, his final kiss met my lips and lingered. And lingered…

  “I’d better go or you’ll never get clean.” He eyed me with what seemed like indecision. I gave him a push, urging him toward the kitchen.

  My shower was uneventful with the exception of the bathroom being fully exposed to the rest of the cabin, giving Cyril a full view of my lathering and rinsing. Ever
y time I looked his way, he was staring at my wet, naked body. The look on his face sent a flush through me.

  The scents wafting from the kitchen smelled delicious. Pancakes and sausage. I threw on the oversize robe hanging on the wall and walked across the room to the kitchen.

  “I’ll cook more if I get that kind of entertainment,” he said as he leaned over to kiss me.

  “If those pancakes taste as good as they smell, I’ll throw in a striptease next time for free.” I shouldn’t have said it. I knew there wouldn’t be a next time. Wasn’t it a gift to give him a happy memory? I didn’t want him to remember me with tears in my eyes. I could do it for him, live in the moment. Play one last part.

  “Beautiful, you’ve got yourself a deal,” he said as he tore off a piece of pancake and dipped it in a cup of syrup. He raised it to my mouth and the sticky liquid dripped down my chin, between my breasts, and down to my stomach through the gap in the robe.

  “Oh, I made a mess and you were so clean.” The devilish look he gave me foreshadowed his next action.

  As I savored the delightful taste, he licked the syrup from my chin. He lifted me onto the counter and untied the robe.

  “This is in my way.” His tongue made a trail between my breasts, down over my stomach.

  I swallowed hard as I looked down at him transfixed on the juncture between my legs.

  “A lot of people like syrup with their breakfast. I have a taste for honey.”

  Dear God…

  Placing a hand on each of my inner thighs, he exposed my core.

  “So beautiful. All mine.” He growled as he dipped his head.

  It was hard to concentrate once his tongue made contact with my wet flesh. He left no part of me untouched. His art—a symphony of long licks, short flicks, and careful nibbles. He worked me with his tongue, coaxing me closer to the edge with each stroke.

  I moaned and gripped his hair. No one had ever done this to me, and in many ways it seemed even more intimate than the love we made the night before. I watched as his head bobbed and danced between my widespread legs. Teasing back and forth, up and down, along my swollen folds. The rhythm of his strokes drove me closer to the precipice, but before the final fall, he stopped and stared up at me while I panted. He gave a wicked smile and resumed his orchestration. Continuing his masterpiece, he slid his tongue slowly from top to bottom, stopping to lap at my entrance. When his tongue entered me, my back arched and I gripped the counter for balance. With syncopated strokes he made love to me with his mouth.

  With one long lick across my nub he looked up into my eyes and I was lost. It was Cyril, not some stranger, and not just a physical act. What I felt for him was so much more than sexual.

  His fingers breached my entrance. I threw my head back and pulled hard on his hair as the pleasure coursed through me. My muscles squeezed his fingers as they fought to hold on to the moment. My legs went rigid and a feral sound, something between a groan and a scream, left my mouth. I expected him to stop as my outcry turned to pants but he continued to lap, consuming as much of the liquid pleasure my body would give.

  One final lick and he placed a kiss upon my swollen flesh and looked up at me. I was speechless.

  “Do you have any idea how long I have wanted to do that?”

  I tried to say no but nothing came out. He answered anyway.

  “Would it bother you if I told you I thought about it every time we sat in the park together? I would have never taken your maidenhood because I wanted you to live a normal life first. But had I known that fiend would be the one…” He clenched his fists. “If I knew then what I know now, I would have taken you at the cabin that day and maybe none of this would have happened. I wanted to teach you about pleasure, about love. I smelled your need for me every time we met and I wanted nothing more than to lay you back and lick the desire from your skin, only to bring forth more.”

  He didn’t force a response, just stood up, pushed my thighs together, and refastened the belt on the robe.

  “Now where were we? Oh, that’s right. Breakfast.”

  * * *

  He insisted on feeding me my fill bite by bite. I wasn’t used to the pampering, so there was a special awkwardness to the experience I knew could easily become commonplace with us. But it would never be.

  He busied himself with dishes as I made myself comfortable on one of the breakfast nook stools. I found it fascinating when he did mundane tasks because there was nothing mundane about him.

  “Cyril, I didn’t get a chance to tell you I found the book.”

  “That’s great, thank you.”

  “Why does the book repulse Clarence and Overton?” I shifted and propped my elbows on the counter.

  “It has to do with the magic it once contained and what it’s made of.”

  The tone in his voice made me wary.

  “What is the book made of? It looks like leather but the markings look just like the ones on your arm,” I said with much hesitancy, not entirely sure why I didn’t want to ask.

  He came to stand beside me and grabbed both of my hands. “I tell you this not because I want your sympathy. I say it because it’s the truth. Do you remember how I told you my Goddess could be cruel?”

  I nodded.

  “She was angry when she found out I had been out of her control. She wanted a vessel for her eventual destruction spell, so she…” He squeezed my hands and bowed his head. “She made me remove the skin from my forearms to cover the book. She wanted the energy I was created from as a component.”

  Oh God.

  “Cyril, are you saying she made you skin yourself?” Indescribable fury and sickness pulsed through me.

  “Yes.”

  I wrapped my arms around and pulled him to me. He didn’t resist, but his words were distant.

  “I don’t want your pity.”

  “I don’t pity you, Cyril. It’s just you are so beyond comprehension, most times I forget you’re not immune to suffering.” I thought about all the suffering he endured in the amount of time he existed; about all the suffering that would happen tomorrow. Surely he could learn to live without me easier than dying a thousand deaths, or perhaps more, again.

  “Every ounce of suffering was worth the reward.” He placed his lips on mine.

  I savored the feel of his skin, but after a moment asked, “But why are they repulsed and I’m not?”

  “Because only the person I belong to can use the book. It was her security measure. She didn’t want the other men to happen upon it and attempt to use the magic. I could because it is part of me. Giving you the book was a test. I can’t begin to tell you what that day was like for me. At first I was concerned you were her, reborn somehow, but as I got to know you and now that I’ve been in your mind, I know for certain you are not.”

  “How do you explain this…connection between us then? I’ve felt it since the first time you touched me.”

  He stroked my back. “I know. When I met you in the cemetery it never occurred to me you were the child I saved. I knew something was different, that you had my essence. You were so young I figured you weren’t capable of anything nefarious.”

  “Little did you know I had a nefarious plan to seduce you.” I winked.

  “You’re a woman who always makes her goal.” He pressed his swollen cock against my stomach.

  “You weren’t exactly a hard sell.”

  He raised an eyebrow, and then rubbed again, proving just how hard.

  “You know what I mean.”

  He smiled. “In all seriousness, when I read your mind, all the pieces fell into place. You restored the fractured thoughts. I was made from the Goddess, and by sharing my blood with you I gave you part of me and by default, her as well. You were an infant and on a cellular level your genetics were easily influenced at that stage of development. My power was at an all-time high because I had been storing it and had just absorbed Ruarc’s energy. It was also the eve of the winter solstice when energy is abundant and close to the surf
ace due to the full moon. I believe the culmination of all that brought life to my desires. It was the perfect storm.”

  “That explains why I’m not the Goddess, but what about us?”

  “I believe I willed you to love me. I wasn’t strong enough to reverse the curse but I was able to alter it, allowing my desires to penetrate the magic. I don’t think your affections for me are your own and I hate myself for that. I know better than anyone what it’s like to be compelled. I would never wish that on anyone.”

  I stared at him. “You’re serious? Tell me you’re kidding.”

  “Linden, when I reached in and pulled you free from your mother, all I could think was I needed to save you because one day you would save me. You have. I’m complete now.”

  “Because of that you think you willed me to love you? That I have no free will of my own?”

  “Yes.”

  “That’s so much bullshit.”

  “You can’t know that.”

  “Yes, I can. Because there are times when in spite of how much I love you, I fucking hate you. Would you like examples? If you were compelling me, I’d never have the desire to kick your ass, like I do right now. Proof enough, or would you like a demonstration?”

  His chest shook against my ear as he laughed.

  “Besides, Cyril dear, I was listening closely. Did I or did I not hear you say the book could only be held by you and the one you belong to?”

  He raised a brow and gave me a suspicious stare. “Yes, that’s what I said.”

  “Since the rightful title of ownership is held by yours truly, you couldn’t possibly compel me to do anything. I own you, the magical book says so. If anything, you should be angry that I might be compelling you. I was thinking about pancakes just before you made them. Hmm?”