Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

HIS KISS WAS HOT. His ripped body pressed firmly into hers making her forget the passion she would deny. A deep-seated hunger for his golden, sliding limbs numbed her body to push him away. Cora found herself opening her mouth more to deepen kiss. She let him suck her tongue and lifted softly on the wall.

Rafel broke the kiss when both of them were panting. He kissed the corner of her lips, and Cora suddenly found strength.

"Israfel, WHAT THE FUCK?!"

She pushed him away and her left hand flew up. The slap never comnected. Rafel caught her wrist and inch from his face. He stared down hard at her. He wanted to kiss her again. This made him think might just be sick in the head.

Cora withdrew her hand sharply and moved away from the wall. Her heart was pounding fast.

She couldn't meet her own eyes in the mirror as she bent over a porcelain sink and splashed water on her face.

Behind, Rafel said, "I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself. You are so beautiful, Corazón. And you wanted me too. You returned my kiss."

Cora met his eyes in the looking-glass. "Are you being smug right now?" When Rafel's smile stretched, she hissed at his face reflection. "Fuck you!"

No one said anything for a bit. Rafel watched her quietly. Her knuckles still tapped in silent need. Experience new tales on m v|l e'm,p| y- r

Cora started softly, "I brought Skyla here to treat her out, to pacify her. Are you trying to fuck this up for me? Try to get me to break up with my girlfriend. Is this your big master plan?" She turned in a sweep from the mirror, walking back to Rafel. She closed up a loose button on his tunic and smiled darkly. "You don't have a chance."

Rafel's hand started lifting to push out the blond tufts in her eyes. "Stop. Don't come near me, incubus demon!"

Incubus? Rafel smiled, and held up his hands.

"Alright! It's okay. I'm not going to touch you."

Obviously, Cora was still all hot and bothered from their brief passionate kissing. Rafel changed the subject. He began pacing around Cora, watching her with the heat still palpable in his eyes. Cora didn't like it one bit. The way he was staring at her showed his want; and just seeing how much he desired her, made her want him even more.

Israfel was probably the only boy Cora could recall crushing this hard on.

"Do you remember anything from before you fainted, or while you were out?" Rafel asked.

Cora let go of her frustrating love-hate spell for him and focused. She said, folding her arms. "You know it's strange that you asked specifically for this; but just before I blacked out, I remember the flash of a really huge Manor in my head. It had Goth-black curtains, a rolling fog on the grounds, and acres of field stretching out into the horizon.

You were there—in the flash. You stood with a leash of three large rottweilers. . .and uh, there was this girl with you too. I've seen her a couple of times with you at the dining hall.

She has lovely midnight hair and striking purple eyes, and I think she's in Pegasus Arc; I have seen her wear the blue a couple of time. But in this flash I had, her skin was blue and she had horns. She was dressed so sinfully I could see every cleft and dip of her. All three of us appeared to be standing at the balcony of this fine mansion, laughing together.

We seemed very familiar—"

Inwardly, Rafel thanked the Martyr for the [Lady Fyre] painting. He was getting somewhere.

"—are we?"

"We are," Rafel replied, "Corazón, the house you saw was Emberfall, our Manor moons ago. And that girl is Aya Naamah. She was your Mistress and BFF before. . ." He trailed off.

"Before what?" Cora piqued.

"Before you lost your memories."

"This is about me dying, isn't it?"

Rafel nodded.

Cora sighed. "So the person who murdered me also took a pull with my brain?"

"Actually, I think they are different people. Your murderer can not be the one also responsible for your amnesia. He wouldn't kill you if he needed something from your head. No, I don't think so. I think we are dealing with another enemy of yours and ours, and equally powerful." Rafel answered.

It was Cora's turn to pace. "Do you have any idea how weird this sounds? My MURDERER? My loss of memory?" She moved with both hands on her hips.

"So, do you believe me now?" Rafel coaxed.

"I always did."

"Will you help me help you?"

"I will," Cora accepted.

She stopped pacing and met Rafel's gaze. It was still as hot as when she last peered into it few minutes ago. "We were close." she said. A statement, Rafel noticed. Not a question. If she had deduced that much from just a splice of memory, Rafel knew it was only a matter of time before she could point Emberfall on an umarked map.

"So that's why you got me in your room, and had that Lady Fyre piece up by the fireplace? To restore my memories." Cora put the pieces together, muttering out loud. "You know you could have told me." She berated him.

"Would you have helped?" Rafel pushed back.

"Fair," Cora ceded. "Was the seduction part of it too?"

Rafel's tone hardened. "No. Never. I never played with your emotions, and I'm not about to start now."

Cora nodded. "If that's all, I'd like to go now."

But she didn't move an inch. And the door was right there. "Thank you for not giving up on me," she said. "Maybe one day I can be the Corazón who who you loved and respected." Rafel took a step close to her. "You already are." Cora followed his step with one of hers. Rafel took another, and she did too.

Three steps in, and they were standing form to form. Cora ran her hands up the fine fabric of Rafel's tunic. Her nails scraped over his beating heart. Rafel touched her hair and dipped to inhale her neck.

Their attraction to each other was biblical; Cora would give no other boy the time of day. Israfel was the first male she'd ever needed this badly. Girlfriend or not, she couldn't explain the things he did to her.

She was breathing heavily and nuzzled his jaw.

"We shouldn't be doing this."

Still, she rubbed noses with Rafel.

"Not again. Not like this."

Rafel kissed the corner of her lips, reading her, testing the waters, pulling her in; and Cora licked at her mouth.

"Then tell me to stop. . ." His voice was an animal's, "and I will," he whispered.

Cora sucked in a breath. She drew his bottom lip in with her teeth. Rafel kissed her. A peck on her lips, giving her time to move at her own pace. "We have been here for ten minutes now. We need to leave." Rafel only kissed her again.

"Stop it." This time, he went in with tongue and Cora moaned, forming fists with her hands to stop from reaching for him.

"Skyla's a werewolf. She will rip you to shreds."

"Skyla's not here."

Rafel slid his hands under her plaid shirt and touched her breasts. He popped the buttons and freed her. He lowered his head and began to suckle. Cora whimpered. "Oh god, no please, I. .

." Rafel gently pulled her hand to his crotch. She felt his roaring erection.

Cora lost it in that moment and ripped at his fly, grabbing his dick and freeing him. His fat weight was like a hot lance in her palm. "We need to be quick." She nestled his curve. Rafel turned her around, lifting her standing to the sink. Cora grabbed the porcelain top as he dragged down her jean trousers, kissing her shoulder.

Cora turned her head back to give him her mouth. They kissed wildly; in a frenzy to let it out before someone interfered. "Give it to me. Give it to me, Rafel, please." Cora whispered in his neck. Rafel grabbed her hips roughly, bending her and smacking her ass cheek. He took hold of his cock, angling it along her narrow slit, but Cora stopped him.

"No, not there. The other place."

She was asking him to stick it in her ass.

Rafel pushed in slowly. Her pink hole sucked him in tight, and he had only jerked thrice, before Cora splintered off into the universe. He joined her in the starlight, kneading her tits and rolling his hips onto her butt as the both of them made strangled sounds of pleasure. He pumped her so full she was dripping out her thighs even before he pulled out.

Cora held him inside her until she stopped shaking.

Then she pushed him away, turning and abruptly slapping him. This time, her palm met with his face.

"Never again."

She grabbed a tissue wad and headed off into a stall.

"EXCUSE ME—IS ANYONE IN THERE?" A woman knocked on the restroom's door.

"HELL ARTS! SHADOW MERGE!" Rafel called, whipping his zipper up, just as a server and the knocking woman barreled in, the server's spare key glinting off his pinky. He was already faded into the umbras and reanimated entirely outside the restaurant. He was in his carriage before anyone could look out the glass windows.

Pulling back the curtain of the buggy, the horses started away, and Rafel spied Cora walk back out the restroom with her blue eyes tastefully sparkling. She drew out her seat and joined Skyla at the table once more. He read her lips; "sorry I'm late, babe."