Bianca's eyes became wide as she looked into the bottomless darkness of his eyes. Tremors ran through her body.

"If you like you can run Bia, but do you think you can hide from me?" While looking at her, he flicked her clit with his tongue and against it he said, "I am engraved on your skin like you are on mine. And trust me—you are going to crave for me. I won't leave you, I won't let you leave me, and don't fucking think of running away because I will hunt you down even from the hell and shackle you forever." He sounded dangerous. There was a storm in those hazel eyes. "You. Are. Mine. Fucking mine. And when it comes to you, nothing will stop me, sweetheart."

The man looked lethal and so menacing that her breath hitched. She wanted to think that she might run away from the darkness he had in him, but on the contrary, she found herself getting attracted to it. It turned her on. She would love to give him a good chase only to be hunted. Wait. This was getting darker than she thought.

He closed his mouth around her clit and sucked her roughly. At the same time he plunged his hand into her and her hips bucked but he pressed them down. The pressure built in her so bad that she felt her core clenching around his fingers. Suddenly he stopped.

She shivered. "Noo! Don't do that!"

"Then say you won't run away from me, sweetheart."

She was thrashing her head on the pillow. "No! Don't stop."

"Then say it!"

"I won't—," she was nearing it. "I won't—" she whimpered.

She relented. At that time.

He got up and in one go plunged his bulge inside her as he delved his tongue in her mouth. She threw her head back as he filled her making up for the momentary loss. She groaned and he drove between her thighs brutally, fiercely. As he had predicted, Bianca screamed when orgasm overcame her and he roared. Somewhere on the outside, lightning struck on the ground with a loud noise.

Brantley wasn't close to finish. Once he had come inside her, he pulled her over his body and gripped her tightly, pressing her in him, as if that act would merge her with him. With one hand on the small of her back and the other on her hip, he held her steadily. Her red hair steamed around her shoulders, over his chest and his chin rested on her head.

Bianca was the beacon of light in his dark world.

Throughout his life, there was so much darkness around him, for so long that his world had become black. With no hope coming his way, the blackness fucked him up. So now when she was here, he only wanted to assure himself that she was with him—every hour, every minute, every second of the day. He glided his hand over her neck, where her pulse throbbed and felt it. That assured him that she was there with him—alive and not a dream. How dare she say that she would run away? She won't. He won't let her. He was obsessed with her. He gathered her hair in his hands and let them fall. Bianca turned her head to the other side and he enjoyed it. He wanted her to hold on to her as if he was her lifeline, just like he was holding on to her. For the rest of their immortal lives, he would break her or soothe her, wipe her tears and support her—that's it. He wasn't just interested in her body or her heart, he wanted to own her soul. Yes, he knew that was dark, but when did he ever do right?

She was born for him. He made sure that she was born for him. They met and were separated. Now that she has come to him forever, he would ensure that they are inseparable. He would also make sure that she needed him as much as she needed to breathe, she would wake up in the morning and the first thought would be him. That day would soon come.

He squeezed her hips and she stirred. "No one can separate you from me Bia," he murmured. "Even if God comes in our way, I will fight him."

She lifted her head lazily and looked into his fierce eyes. He rolled with her and pressed her on the mattress with his heavy body. Leaning down on her lips, he kissed the corner of her mouth and said, "What if I make you come only by suckling your breasts."

And she grinded her hips in his already swollen shaft out of frustration, in order to entice him to get in her. Would she ever tire of it? She had got the taste of this man, this beast of a man.

When Bianca woke up in the morning, she found herself sleeping beside Brantley. He was spooning her and his leg was thrown over her possessively as his hand was over her breasts, cupping them, squeezing them lightly. Even in his sleep he wouldn't leave the opportunity. Bianca chuckled. She removed his hand from her breasts and the man stirred. In a frenzy, he pulled her closer to him and pressed her harder against his chest.

"Mine," he grunted.

He sounded so possessive to the point of being avaricious that Bianca bit her lip. She looked on the outside and saw that the clouds had cleared. Sun had just come up. She wondered what kind of experience it would be to climb up the mountain. Taking a deep breath, she turned towards him and buried her face in the crook of his neck. As if on instinct, he placed his leg over hers and curled his arm around her waist. She was amazed how her curves molded into his, as if everything was cut out just for him. She took her hand to his neck and in his soft hair and closed her eyes. Sleep overcame immediately. To say she was exhausted was an understatement. She felt as if she was run over by a freight train and then squeezed by a boulder.

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The scar… the pool of blood…

The woman looked at the chains she was shackled in. "Do they hurt you bad?" she asked as she ran a finger in her red hair.

The little Bianca nodded. She turned her ankle and showed it to her. There was blood around her ankle. It pained so much that Bianca was numb with it.

"Og'drath!" a loud voice came from the outside.

The woman winced. "I will come again soon," she said, promising her.

Bianca nodded. "Can you give that doll?" she asked.

"No!" Og'drath hissed. "That's my daughter."

Bianca stared at the gray woman and became quiet.

"Og'drath!" the man's voice came again.

She got up, picked up the tray of food, stashed it inside her dress and got up to walk out.

Bianca was left staring at the woman called Og'drath. As the door closed, she was plunged into darkness all over again. Mommy had read her stories about demons. She said they existed in your dreams. But now the dreams had become real or was she still dreaming? Mommy said they were miscreation of the Lore. The blood smelled bad. She wanted to vomit. Pulling at her shackles as strongly as possible, Bianca only made it worse. It bit into her skin, chafing it and bruising it. "Take me out!" she shouted while sobbing and shuddering in pain. She vomited.