I waited for him. I couldn't help myself. I watched the drops of candle wax slide down with each passing second, the single flame dance alone in the blackness. Perching on the edge of the bed with anticipation, I ended up hugging my knees and rolling side to side on the plush duvet lining the mattress. "What do you think you're doing? You insolent brat!" I heard Ana Kuya lecture me on the lewd audacities of boys.
But what was he thinking? Whenever I saw him from the distance, he was always shrouded in this aura of mystique and even when we stood our bodies forced hard against each other, slate eyes locked on mine; like a pair of ancient slabs they still kept their secrets. But I could tell by the way he teased me with his teeth, tongue and every feature of his mouth, it wasn't the first time he had done that. For saint's sakes, he probably had hundreds of years of practice…
The door creaked. I stopped seeing his slender silhouette against the doorframe. "So I take it you accepted my invitation?" The Darkling cooed. I nodded. He revealed a half-hearted smile. Before I knew it, the Darkling was on top of me. With his right hand he cupped my neck, this act of domination sent tingles down my skin. "You're mine," he whispered, nibbling and drawing chilling wet circles around my ear with his tongue. I bit my lip; it felt uncomfortable yet gratifying. Submissively, my mouth parted to let out a soft moan.
Then came a stare so dark and cold it was alluring, I noticed his eyes were wandering. He forced his lips against mine with passion and fury, his other hand slid up my skirt, caressing my bare thigh. I wrung my arms around his neck, pushing my chest up against his while his groin was pushed down was against mine.
Panting, I tugged desperately at his kefta. As he kissed me again, I felt a smirk form on his lips. He forcefully pulled of his jet-black kefta, and gently slipped his shirt down his bare shoulders, unveiling his pale marble chest. The shadows casted by the candle hugged the contours of his lean muscle, as if even the night lusted for the Darkling. I held my breath for a moment, but an assertive tongue on the clavicle soon interrupted that. He dragged his tongue up to my ear.
"We belong together, Alina,"he whispered, "like dark and light, day and night, one cannot exist without the other." He pushed harder against my body trying to close what little distance was between us, more vicious kisses trailed down my neck before he returned to my lips. He bit down on my lower lip. It was an influx of carnal delights nothing eyes could comprehend in the light or words could justly elucidate.
Even before I travelled deep into the Shadow Fold, I feared the dark. Darkness conjured danger, things unknown and never seen, volcra and monsters beyond your insane dreams. But now darkness has never been more desirable. At this moment he drew his mouth away from mine. Furrowing my brow at his sudden disinterest, I glimpsed his moist lips purse near the candlelight. He blew in out. My world went black. I didn't give a thought. I just wanted to stay in the dark.