Chapter 14-Thethered

Alina

He gave a sudden rasping breath, and then another and another. I hardly dare hope, the corparlki nodded his head, yes they had him, and yes he was back. I turned aside and wept.

They took us from the ruins of what had been Os Alta and placed us in the Darkling's black carriage. He was unconscious but he was alive and his breathing was still steady. With great speed the team of black horses carried us the short distance back towards the Little Palace. They drove as if they knew their master's life depended on it.

Finally we arrived at the little palace the sun breaking through the pails of smoke. Healers rushed to his aid and carried him into his room. There was no one who could persuade me to leave his side. I feared that if I strayed he would slip away. That if I stretch the bond still further by leaving his side it would snap.

So I sat by his bedside, day and night.

I must have fallen asleep; at some point someone had lifted me on to the Darkling's bed and covered me with a woollen throw. Unconsciously I had sought his warmth. I awoke as I felt his shoulder flex beneath me and his hand raise to stroke my hair. Gently, he soothed my loosened tresses and whispered into my hair as he wrapped his arms tightly around me;

"I could not leave you to eternity alone."

Alexander

I could not believe that she had stayed with me. When I awoke to find her resting, her head upon my shoulder I considered if I might actually be dead. That she would knowingly lay in my arms seemed like a dream. I smoothed her hair, the scent of her soothing me and I whispered to her the answer to the last words I had heard;

"I could not leave you to eternity alone,"

Even if this was the afterlife I was here with her. Alina stirred then, her eyes opening to sleepy slits. I watched as she focused, as the smile bloomed on her face;

"You're awake," she murmured.

I couldn't answer but I knew that if this was some sort of dream, some vision of the afterlife I would relish it to the full and I bent to capture those ravishing lips risking that she would respond to me rather than reject me.

She softened beneath me as if she were melting. Could it be true, would she allow be to make love to her? I wondered in a haze of rising desire. I didn't care if this was real or hallucination I was done holding back. I deepened the kiss pouring all my longing into it and then…she sighed.

The sound was a once both the most sensual and the most glorious sound I had ever heard. My hands became ravenous, caressing her with soft wisps of darkness. I looked into her eyes determined that she would look at me as I made love to her, she would have no doubts there would be no fantasy of lovers past, that was when I saw it; the insatiable well of longing that burned within her, longing for me and I lost control determined that she would break sighing my name.

Alina

I had made love to Mal a thousand times, it had always been beautiful but it had never been like this. The connection, that tethered me to Aleksander, amplified every touch, not only did I feel my own desire but I felt his too and as he entered me I drowned in his deep seated longing. Gasping , throwing back my head. I thought I might die of this, this desire, this wanting him.

I grasped his hands as he moved within me, watched as the light began to pulse from within me, watched as it swarmed with his darkness. I felt ravenous like my longing for him could never be stated. I did not know how much of the need I felt was my own and how much of it was his. My brain began to fracture as he increased his pace and as I climaxed the light inside me went supernova a blinding wave that seared its way across our skin and was then smothered by his darkness as he followed me into the abyss.

Panting I clung to him and silently promised; I will never leave you Aleksander Morosov, even when I am dust I will cling to what remains of you, you will never be alone again.

The Girl looked at the Raven haired boy and for the first time she saw light in his eyes. He smiled and pulled her closer. The Brilliant Boy had waited more than half a millennia; alone and unloved until now, for how could anyone love something they could not touch. Now, his heart, warmed by her sunlight, finally felt love and the Brilliant Boy cried.

The End

Author's note

i hope you enjoyed this. it was written prior to the publication of "king of Scars' so may be as a result out of canon.

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