Hellbound Heart

Chapter 389  Light and Darkness - Part 7

Bound to the bed, Zeke looked like the god of hell caught by a mischievous angel.

There was an undeniable allure in his restraint, a dynamic display of power and surrender. He was smiling, eyes gleaming as if thrilled about something. "Such a naughty goddess," he murmured, his voice a husky murmur that vibrated with delight as his eyes fixed at the seductive goddess atop him. And Alicia smiled back. Her tongue flicked across the corner of her lips, and she extended her hand, her fingertip slowly drawing a path across his broad chest. "Naughty…" she echoed softly. Lifting her eyes to meet his, she added with an enticing purr, "…would you want me to be even naughtier, my husband?"

He released his lips in what felt like a slow motion before responding. "I'd love to see you let yourself completely loose tonight, Alicia. And I'd like you to not hold back at all and worry about anything. Right now, we're in the depth of a world that others call hell. A place they said where sinners dance in flames forever. So be as naughty as you can, my goddess. Be at your naughtiest."

The way he looked at her as he said those last two lines ignited something within Alicia. And she suddenly bent and devoured his mouth thoroughly. The kiss was deep, fervent, an exchange so consuming that when she finally pulled back, their breaths were ragged, intermingling harshly in the charged space between them.

They stared into each other's eyes in silence before Alicia slowly, reverently, kissed his forehead. She then moved to his jaw, her lips tracing the strong lines of his face, before descending to his neck. There, she lingered, her lips and tongue working in tandem—licking, sucking, marking him with the devotion of a worshipper paying homage to a revered deity.

Alicia wasn't actually planning to dominate him or anything like that. There was only one thing she wanted to do right now, and that was to pleasure him, worship him. Because this beautiful man… this husband of hers… this one hell of a man who had suffered so much and yet still fighting to no end, deserved all the love and reverence she could offer.

She just wanted to give him everything, do everything she could to make him feel just how precious he was. She wanted to envelop him in the full depth of her love, to make him feel cherished down to every inch of his being.

So she kissed him… kissed every part of his skin with all the passion and love she could muster. Each kiss, each touch of her tongue and lips was a silent tribute to the man beneath her.

And he let her. Allowed every sensation to wash over him. His body stiffened and his muscles clenched at times but he never asked her to stop. He never said a word. He just stayed there, watching. But the occasional shudder that coursed through him, and the way his eyes fluttering shut were like silent prayer of ecstasy. Alicia could feel it… the way he was savoring every moment, every kiss she gave. His every reaction, each sigh, each deep moan resonated within her, stoking the flames of her devotion… fueled her to continue lavishing him with affection until he shattered underneath her while screaming her name.

That night, the couple didn't sleep. They made love over and over. They lost themselves in each other, time and again. Their lovemaking was fervent and unrestrained, each encounter a deeper exploration of their boundless affection. They worshiped each other with a desperate intensity, as if trying to outdo the very concept of love itself, as if there might never be another chance to express the depth of their feelings.

Yet, despite their wish for the night to never end, and despite the cocoon of darkness that enveloped them, making it seem as though the night would last forever, the inevitable approached. Even without the morning light to break the spell of darkness, the new day crept in. The absence of sunlight did little to diminish the reality that, regardless of their desires, tomorrow always arrives.

…

Still entwinned in the bed, Alicia murmured against Zeke's chest. "Babe…?"

"Hm…?"

"I'm still not weakening. I think it's about time you take back this power you lent me."

She could hear the smile in his voice as he responded. "I'm not going to take it back because your power is never mine. I simply helped return it to you."

Alicia creased her brows and pulled away to look at him.

"Listen, Alicia," Zeke said, locking eyes with her, a serious undertone threading through his voice. "You need to be at your best strength from here on..." He paused, searching her gaze as if looking for a sign of readiness, before continuing, "I will be taking you with me to see my mother."

Alicia's eyes widened, her expression shifting rapidly to one of gladness. "Are we going to leave soon? Should I go get changed now?" Her words tumbling out in a rush of enthusiasm.

Alicia couldn't hide her excitement. But as she started to rise, Zeke's hand reached out, pulling her back down to him in a swift, fluid motion that landed her atop him. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, holding her close as he spoke in a low, solemn voice. "I'm so sorry if this will erase your excitement, but I must brief you first about my mother's situation. My mother is already dead... it is only her spirit that is left here..."

The room fell into a heavy silence following his revelation. Alicia remained quiet, absorbing the weight of his words, her own emotions a complex swirl of sympathy and shock. "I'm so sorry, Ezekiel," she finally murmured.

Zeke gently raised himself up, his movement bringing them face to face while Alicia still straddled him. He caressed her cheek tenderly, a sad smile playing on his lips. "Though I had hoped she's still alive somewhere, I was already long prepared for something like this. And even if it's just her spirit that I've met, I was still so glad to see her again. I'm sure you'd feel the same once you meet her."

Slowly, Alicia nodded, her agreement soft but firm. "I'm sure of that as well. So… I think we should start moving now to…"

Yet again, Zeke's arms tightened around her, pulling her into an embrace that felt as if he were trying to hold onto the moment just a bit longer. A long sigh escaped him. "I can't wait to meet her too but… once we go see her… it would be the last time." n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om