ON HIATUS.
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"So you don't wanna fuck me?"
London could barely breathe. Her pheromones wafted through her room, blocking his senses, his thoughts. Even breathing seemed hard, and all he could hear was the drumming of his heart.
Her green eyes stared...
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'I feel powerless when I'm with you. You're like the ocean. Powerful, rapid, ever flowing, and I am all but a rock, moving however you desire. This... your power over me. It scares me.'
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London Eli had dreams just like everyone else. Nightmares. Sweet dreams. The sexual fantasies. The ones where things had no meaning and were either downright embarrassing or filled with humour.
But the moment he jerked up from the bed he was on, pants leaving his lips and heart running like he had ran a marathon, he realized that nothing he ever had could be similar.
Feel so familiar.
"You have risen,"
A soft voice spoke from a corner of the room now, causing him to turn towards the area, his heart racing faster as he stared at the person who in a flash of black smoke appeared on the bed beside him, dark skin moving to his pale one as the voice spoke, still monotonous, still so very dull. "How do you feel?"
Feel?
London could not breathe.
Emery Forest was sitting in front of him, black hair still at her shoulder, placed behind her ear and revealing those pointy ears of her, green calculate eyes staring at him, reminding him of how the grasses around the cabin blew with the wind, the colours of their skin so obviously contrasting. So painfully clear to his brain.
Her skin was on his. And his eyes would not stop trailing the black tattoos on her, the swirls and lines seeming to never end.
Was he dreaming?
His brain said he was, his heart screaming at him to take the comfort of her, even if it was a mirage, but before he could, a loud caw echoed in his room, his black flying enemy entering the room as it flew to her shoulder and perched on it, black beady eyes staring at him in a way that sent one message.
'This is not a dream.'
Immediately, his body reacted, slapping her hand away and moving back like her touch had scarred him and from the reaction she bore on his face, the action seemed to have surprised her, but only for a little as she slowly stood, eyes on him. "Glad to see your hand works well."
