Gothicana

Chapter 24

Corvina

He never brought up their declaration, neither did she.

He left Verenmore for two days immediately after for some work while Corvina got into her studies, but god she missed him. 

On the third day, he left her a note asking her to meet him in the tower room after midnight.

Corvina snuck out of her room in her black lace nightgown, one of the special ones that she’d put on just for him, and walked down the corridor with her candles lighting the way. The entire floor was asleep as she made her way quietly up the stone stairs, coming to the spiral staircase and climbing it.

She got to the highest landing and paused, remembering the first time she’d seen him months ago right from the same spot, remembering how enthralled she had been, how enthralled she still was.

A small smile on her lips, she pushed open the heavy door just a bit, wincing at the loud creak of its hinges, and slipped in, going straight to the big arched window with an ornate pattern on the border. She put the candlestick to the side and looked out.

It was a surprisingly clear night. From this high in the tower, she could see the twinkling lights of the town far away in the valley, the endless mountain surrounded by velvety black forest, the half-moon so close she could reach out her hand and touch it. She wondered how the wind would feel on her face at this height. The windows were boarded up with glass, possibly to keep the elements from making their way into the room.

She wondered for a split second how Troy must have felt that high on the roof, sadness making her shake the thought away. Down below, she watched the empty cobblestoned path, lost in her thoughts of Troy and Alissa’s deaths and their unca

It took her a minute to feel eyes on her.

She looked in the reflection on the glass as Vad leaned against the door, his hands in his pockets, his gaze on her. The door from where she’d entered was shut, somehow not having made a sound. Did he know a trick?

“You’re staring,” she told him without turning, just seeing his reflection, her pulse fluttering in her neck.

He tilted his head to the side in a move that was so him, considering her. “I like watching you.”

She shifted to the side and wondered how he could even see her in the sparse moonlight. “You’re the one keeping an eye on me, Mr. Deverell. And yet, I see you better.”

“Do you now?” he inquired, taking a step closer to her. “And what do you see?”

“An enigma,” she told him, playing with him as he played with her, knowing this game would only end in one way and delighting in it. “My enigma. Your eyes have danger in them.”

“And your eyes still have hunger,” his deep, gravel voice cut through the space between them harshly. “Tell me, do you need me to satisfy you more?”

Corvina felt the echo of his words vibrate somewhere deep inside her. He saw her, truly saw her, her ravenous being laid bare in front of him. Chest heaving, she pressed her hand to the window and stared out at the moon, her other hand fisting her skirt. She felt his body heat behind her, felt him stop at her back, and her breathing got loud.

He stayed at her back, not entirely pressing into her but so very there her back felt on fire. His arms came to the window on either side of her, caging her in, and her nipples hardened. She saw his fingers, long, beautiful fingers tapered in neat nails, his hands large and capable, a light dusting of dark hair on the back, knowing what those felt cupping her breasts when they felt heavy, plucking her nipples, twisting them, giving her a bite of pain before soothing them. She swayed slightly, the headiness of the images and his warm, musky scent enveloping her in a cocoon where only the two of them existed.

“Did you enjoy the crowd that day?” he asked, his voice like smoke that thickened the air between them. “Did it give you a thrill knowing they didn’t know?”

He knew her too well.

“Answer me,” he commanded.

“Yes,” she replied honestly, her ribs expanding with each breath.

“And does it give you a thrill knowing that anyone could look up from the path and see you pressed into the glass?” she heard his whisper into her right ear, his hot breath warming her skin.

“I-” she started to speak and felt his nose touch her lobe, her words turning into a moan.

“Pressed into the glass, being fucked by the devil at your back?” he breathed again. “Does it thrill you?”

She nodded.

“Good girl,” he praised her. “Did you wear this for me?” he asked, toying with the strap of her lace gown.

“I like wearing these to sleep,” she whimpered as his tongue licked her hickey, taking the strap down her shoulder, exposing one breast to the glass.

She’d never been so turned on in her life as she was right then.

He took her hair in one hand, pulling it, making that delicious tingle scatter through her scalp, down her neck, right to her nipples, pebbling them against the cold glass, the sensation making her moan.

“Quiet,” he ordered. “My mouth or my cock?”

Her head fell back. “Both.”

“Greedy girl,” he sounded amused, his fingers finding her drenched folds. “So wet for me. Choose one, mouth or cock?”

A flush crept up her neck at knowing she had to verbally use a dirty word. She’d never used them before, even with him, and it felt weird even though she loved hearing him say it. “You.”

“Me what?”

“Option B.”

He chuckled. “You have to say it, little crow.”

God, he was frustrating. She inhaled. “Your… cock.”

“And where do you want it?”

“Inside me.”

“Where, Corvina?” he crooned, kissing the side of her neck. “Your mouth, your pussy, your ass? Where do you want it?”

The blush on her face was a riot.

“My pussy.”

He pushed a finger inside her as a reward and Corvina sucked it in, so needy and so wet she was dripping down her thighs.

She felt him line up behind her, so familiar yet so new every time and gasped as she felt him push in, the fullness at the angle between excruciating and ecstatic. Her head fell back on his shoulder, her palms pressing into the glass as he kissed her shoulder and her neck, his hands caging her between the glass and his body.

“My beautiful, sexy little witch,” he pushed inside her slowly, going so deep she could feel the pulsing of his cock against every i

His words, breathed in her ear, so soft, so tender, contrasted with the thrill of their rendezvous, sending delicious bursts of fire and joy through her bloodstream.

“Your universe made you for me, didn’t it?” he asked tenderly, one of his hands falling to cup her breast. “And it made me the man I am for you. So I could give you what you need. Do I give you what you need?”

Corvina turned her face sideways, their lips aligned. “You give me more.”

“Fuck,” he kissed her, thrusting in deep, swallowing the sound of her moan. His lips trailed down her neck again, and Corvina rested her head on his shoulder, spreading her legs wider to ease his motion. 

A sudden sensation of phantom ants crawling over her skin made her freeze.

Corvina lifted her head to look around, her eyes falling to her reflection in the glass, and saw her eyes blackened completely.

“What is it?” she heard his voice from behind her as another came to her head, a voice she hadn’t heard in weeks, accompanied by that scent of decay.