March from Darkness | ✓ (to be edited)

FORTY-ONE

DARAYA

I slowly came to, a feeling of warmth enveloping my body. I was lying on something soft, something all-encompassing in its strangely-cold warmth, something... moving.

My eyes slowly opened, scanning the room I was in. I recognised it as Phrer's room, but that wasn't possible.

None of this was possible.

I quickly sat up as I felt at my chest, remembering everything that had transpired: the fight, the pain, the look in Phrer's eyes, my words...

My words...

Someone sat up behind me, arms embracing me as a chin rested on top of my head. The familiar scent of freesia and eucalyptus surrounded me as I turned, watching as Phrer pulled his head away slightly. This had to be a dream, a cruel dream that would give me a glimpse of what I wanted before I was torn away into the black abyss I knew existed in death.

"I promise you, Daraya, I'm real. You're alive. Thank the Universe, you're alive," he said quietly, his gaze becoming glassy. "Min vackra, you're alive."

I felt a weight in my chest as he said this, and before I knew what I was doing, I was sitting in his lap, my arms wrapped tightly around him, my face buried in his neck. Phrer wrapped his arms around me, a hand curling at the back of my head as I let out an involuntary sob. I felt him press his lips to my head, a warmth running down my cheek as I gripped him to me.

I don't know how long we sat like that, but when I finally pulled away, moya lyubov's eyes were rimmed with red, those silver irises shining with tears. I cupped his face between my hands and brought my face to his, pressing my lips roughly against his. This sudden need I felt was overwhelming, so unlike anything I'd ever felt; and given the way Phrer pulled me against him, parting my lips with his tongue, I'd say he felt the same way.

His hand in my hair gripped tighter, his other hand moving to my lower back as I pulled his head closer. Had he tasted this good before? I didn't remember, but my thoughts scattered as he sucked on my tongue and slowly began to grind his hips against me.

I let out a moan as my hips shot forward on their own accord, bringing my arousal in contact with his rigid abdomen. I bit down on his plush lower lip, tasting his delicious blood on my tongue before he pulled away. His warm lips skimmed across my skin, leaving a trail of fire along my jaw and down my neck. I licked my lips, still tasting him as my eyes grew warm.

I was suddenly on my back, my sleep pants gone, leaving me in a pair of boxer briefs. I tangled my hands in Phrer's soft hair as he made his way down my body, having me undulating and shivering at the sensations.

A growl tore from my lips as he pressed a kiss to the front of my underwear, his hands skimming along my sides and down my legs. Part of me wanted this delicious torture to last forever, but another part of me just wanted Phrer to completely wreck me.

Before I could relay my dilemma, the decision was made for me as he freed my cock from my underwear and took me down to the hilt in one go.

I almost shot off the bed at the feeling of his warm, wet mouth around me, my nails surely digging into his scalp. I had enough sense to realise that and move them back a bit, but he didn't seem to care. Phrer just kept bobbing his head up and down my length, projecting to me how much he loved it, how much he loved me.

Tears of pleasure and something indescribable leaked from the corners of my eyes, running down my face to stain the black pillowcase beneath my head. This wasn't enough, though.

I needed to feel him, needed to know that this was as real as my mind made it out to be.

My thighs shuddered as I felt my orgasm in the base of my spine, but I held back. I yanked him away from my length, grabbing him by his shoulders and pulling him up to my face. I couldn't help but sink my teeth into his neck, drinking from him as I stroked his cock. It jumped in my hand with each swallow I took, his breaths laboured and beautiful.