The Soul of Shadows

I am your other half

Caspian's POV

Pressed against my chest -- her enveloping warmth, her firey energy, her sweet citrus scent caressing my senses; home. One arm wrapped around her midsection, curling to squeeze her breast every so softly and the other wrapped around her hips. Her curves pushing into me in all the right places. 

She captured every piece of me. It's been too long since she's been in my arms, carved only for her. I inhale deeply into her neck, chills spreading slowly down my body. She squirmed harshly at my movement. 

"My queen, my intoxicating Maeve," I growl lowly into her ear. "I've waited what seems like lifetimes for you. All this time, in the shadows, to ensure your protection. Your time is up. You need to come home with me." 

She roughly tries to push herself out of my arms. I squeeze her tighter against me. The beginnings of her scream can't be heard over the pounding music playing, my hand moving to cover her mouth. 

"No need for all of that" I smirk against her neck. "Let me explain, my sweetness."

She continues to struggle against me, bucking her hips backwards. "That's not going to help you either. It will only make me want to ravish you, right here and now." My dick growing harder and harder the more she pushed. I was already on edge with finally getting to touch her after so long. 

She immediately stopped moving. Mumblings can be heard lightly behind my hand. "Good girl. Now listen and let me explain. I will let you go after I finish. Do you understand?"

She nods minutely. "You may think I'm a stranger but you feel the pull, don't you? Have you ever noticed the darkness in the corner of this room? The feeling of something watching you and not being able to find the source? The dreams that leave your panties soaked and your cunt aching because of a faceless man? You're scared but your intuition tells you differently or you wouldn't have crept over here or spent every damn day and night looking in this corner. Even touching yourself, begging for the man in your dreams to taste, tease, and fuck your beautiful cunt. It's been me you've been begging and aching for. I am your other half as you are mine. I am your beloved, my sweetness."

Her breaths haulted completely, her body falling more limply into mine. A pull following in my chest. "Oh fuck, are you passing out on me already? I haven't even given you the earth-shattering orgasms you've been missing all these years." 

I quickly turn her around in my arms, her body now completely leaning into me. Her slowed breaths feathering my neck. I pick her up and lay her down softly on the bed. Moving her silky hair to the sides of her face, rubbing my thumb softly over her cheek. 

I probably should have held off on telling her so much at once. Although her human mind wasn't familiar, her soul spoke to me. I felt it pulsing lightly through our bond that had been dormant. How her mind will be able to conceptualize may be in fragmented pieces or not at all. My eyes watched her chest expand and deflate, her pulse keeping a normal rate at her neck. My shadows dancing lightly over her skin in bliss. 

Seeing her this peaceful always healed a part of me. It made me forget about everything I've endured. The years upon years of seeing her live a life I had absolutely no parts of. Seeing her forget about the life we shared together. The days we ruled our world, in harmony and love after facing so much adversity. The nights of our bodies intertwined after hours of love-making -- talking until the sun rose.

To never know our true story, the transcendent love of soulmates, scribed in ancient relics and echoed within modern works. She was worshipped by so many of our people who loved and adored her more than any other within our dimension and lifetimes. 

I craved to look into her eyes and have her face light up with recognition, throwing her soft arms around me and whispering in my ear, "I love you in every lifetime and universe, always." A saying she so frequently used, unknowingly predicting a future. 

Every part of me burned for her. My shadows following suit, whispering and begging for us to bring her back to us; giving me less and less control of them. 

Our world was under attack after two centuries of my part-time appearances and a missing queen, it was only a matter of time. In this world, she was only alive for 24 years. In our timeline, she was over a millennium old. 

Her eyes began to flutter awake, slowly taking me in and her surroundings. I crease in her brow forming, her throat bobbing before she abruptly says, "Who the fuck are you?"

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I don't have many readers on this story but know that I love it just as much. If you picked up on it or will see as we move along, there is a certain greek mythology couple this book is lightly based on. What is your guess?

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