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Pairing: The Darkling x Heartrender!You || The Darkling x HeartrenderOC!Reader

Summary: Aleksander and you finally give in -- you are finally feeling complete.

Words: 5.6k

TW: Graphic porn, oral female receiving, non protected PIV, creampie, mention of sexual abuse, prostitution and child trafficking, codependent relationship, toxic relationship, toxic jealousy, hurt comfort, possessiveness, soulmate, also it's normal if you don't understand the thing about past life because this will be explained later in the story.

Chapter XII - Intoxicate Me Now

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Another kiss washed upon your lips, and this time it wasn’t softness that fueled it. It was desperate lust and starvation, like Aleksander had been drowning for centuries and finally tasted how it felt to truly breathe after so long. You gasped into his mouth as his hand gripped your hip to pull you flush against him, his body hugging yours.

Damn, he was already hard, already burning through the -too- thick layers of his black kefta.

Skillfully, Aleksander spun you around in one graceful motion and pressed your back to the nearby wall as his tongue waltzed with yours. For a moment, all you could feel was the weight of him caging you between his strong body and the hard wall, like a wolf trapping its prey, though you were as much a wolf as him and he knew it. His lips left yours but only to travel from your mouth to your jaw, then lower, grazing your neck.

You hummed with satisfaction at the faint brush of his beard against your skin, soon followed by the wet caress of his tongue licking your neck.

“Aleksander.” You sighed when his fingers splayed at your hips, trailing up your waist and brushing your curves.

“Moan it again,” he purred as he pressed himself harder your body to make you feel how much he needed you.

The thought, as well as the sensations, of what lay beneath your clothes – of your naked body hiding there – made his breath hitch and his pupils widened with sheer primal excitement. The Darkling’s mind raced furiously as he imagined the soft lines of your bare skin, your bosom heaving and your thighs parting for him…

Fuck, the ache that bloomed in his gut was instant. Unbearable. Unable to wait anymore, his big hands slipped under the thin fabric of your dress. He pressed you against his lard length, the feeling of it combined with his hot palms on your ass made your back arch slightly. A small whining noise slipped past your lips – it drove him crazy. All he could think about was the overwhelming need to make you shake and scream in pleasure.

His breath grew ragged against your skin. When he pulled back – just enough to meet your gaze – his eyes were black with hunger and devotion.

“I need to taste you,” He rasped.

He had imagined your first intercourse more than he was willing to admit — in the dead of night, behind the curtains of his tent, and even during war meetings where his mind should’ve been anywhere else but in a limbo of lust. Still, a thousand times he had wondered how you’d feel under his tongue. How soft your thighs would feel under his fingers, and how good your pussy would feel all around him – pussy he’d make sure he’d be the only one allowed to ruin and fill. And now that the Darkling finally got to hold you in his arms, he was ravenous to finally find out all of it.

You were just about to bite back, your tongue always sharp even when you teased, when Aleksander pulled away all of a sudden. His hands hooked beneath your thighs and lifted you off the ground.

“Wha—?!”

An adorable startled noise escaped your juicy lips as he effortlessly carried you in his arms like a bride.

“Put me down!” You squirmed, or at least feign to, your cheeks flushing with heat, “What do you think you’re doing?!”

He only smirked, the glow of the fireplace making his void-like eyes glint with both wickedness and charm, “Carrying you. Obviously.” He stated innocently.

You couldn’t help but giggle, though you quickly gave him your best unimpressed pout. Unfortunately, it didn’t impress him the least and he just found you even cuter.

“I can walk, you know.”

You felt his hold tightening in reply.

“No.” He simply retorted, which got you even more flustered. Still, you hooked your arms around his neck even if you grumbled under your breath. Were you swooning? Certainly.

Just like this, Aleksander carried you through his office and passed through the archway into his bedroom. As he did, you peaked around curiously.

The air shifted when you entered his lair. The place quieter. Much warmer than his office. More importantly, the place felt private. Intimate. Slowly, you realized that you had just stepped into a part of him no one else had ever seen. Your frozen eyes closed just for a brief second as you relished on the scent of his perfume that floated all around.

It was only when the Darkling laid you down on his bed, delicate as though you were made of starlight and glass, that you reopened your eyes. Then, you propped your delicate frame up on your elbows and stared at him, a seductive smirk ghosting on your lips, reddened by his kisses.

Aleksander’s fingertips brushed you, his touch careful like he was scared of hurting.

“You don’t need to be delicate,” You reassured, biting your lower lip – that little habit of yours made him feel dizzy, “I won’t shatter. I’m tough you know.”

The tall darkness climbed onto the bed. At first, his eyes wandered over your body before focusing on the vast winter of your eyes.

“I know,” he started.

In one smooth motion, the Darkling was on top of you, one arm on the side of your head, the other gently caressing your body. His presence was all around, swallowing all the space and light until your sight narrowed to one thing: him.

“But I’ve dreamed of this moment too long to rush it.” As he spoke, Aleksander ran his fingers down your sternum until they brushed one of your pierced nipples. “You might not be fragile but you are holy, my love. It would be a sin to defile what I worship.” His warm, wet tongue gave the corner of your lips a little lick and, this time, his fingers started to knead at your breast – surges of electricity shot down your core.

“Besides, you’ve only known rough hands and selfish men. The first thing I want you to unlearn is that sex can only come with pain and humiliation.”

The words struck deeper than you expected, like he had just slapped you with all his strength. For a moment, you couldn’t do anything but stare at him with your lips slightly parted and your smug grin blasted away. No one had ever spoken to you with such quiet care, as though you were something precious rather than cheap and broken. The tenderness of his voice slipped through every crack in your armor and settled in the oldest wound you carried: in the aching belief that you had never been anything else than a toy.

Aleksander kissed you again, deep and sensual, robbing you of any attempt at replying and, frankly, it was for the best. Caught in the bliss, you tangled your delicate fingers in his hair, weaving them through his dark mane, and tugged at it.

The Darkling groaned, rewarding you with a low sound that vibrated against your mouth. Then, you skillfully unbuttoned his kefta and threw the heavy cloak further in the bedroom. Once he was released of a layer of clothes, he didn’t waste time and left your lips to trace a path of kisses down your throat. He peppered your collarbone with little pecks down your heaving bosom where he stopped. Another long sigh escaped him when he looked at your perky nipples showing through the thin fabric of your dress.

“Fuck.” He cursed.

It was the first time you’d heard him using such a language and it could have been quite hilarious hadn’t he made you gasp by burying his face in your chest to gently kiss and nip at your breasts.

Heat bloomed in your stomach and pooled between your legs at every soft graze of his mouth and teeth. By the time he had reached your belly, you were already a breathless mess.

His fingers dipped into your hips to hook with the side of your thong and they pulled it off. A shiver ran down your spine as the wet fabric slipped down your legs and left your gleaming, hairless cunt exposed.

“Aleksander, you don’t have to —”

He didn’t reply nor listen to you. With a brief flick of the wrist, the Darkling summoned a single blade of shadow, which rose in the air and sliced cleanly through the fabric of your dress before it vanished in a black smoke. Your icy eyes widened in surprise when the torn fabric fell down and exposed your bare body.

“Better.” Aleksander commented with a smug grin. Within a second, he went down your body and nestled himself between your legs. He glazed up from your legs with a look so dark, so scorching, that it felt like diving in burning tar. “Such a good little Grisha…”

A pang of pleasure and ache rushed through his already throbbing shaft at the sight of your mesmerizing body trapped under him, all naked and at his mercy. He didn’t know what he loved the most – your little breasts with their golden piercings? Your stomach and legs, toned by years of dancing? Or maybe it was your tight pussy, hairless and leaking – so fucking divine he wished he could have plucked out all your clients’ eyes for having looked at it. If anything, no one but him deserved to enjoy the blessed treasure that hid between your legs.

“Lie back,” He said, his voice rough and low, as his calloused hands hooked around your legs to make them part wider.

You truly wish to reply and not look dumb but words were stuck in your throat.

“Let me show you what it means when I say I intend to always put you first… Even in the bedroom.”

And just like that, his mouth started to ghost against your inner thigh, warm and aroused. Kisses rained down your sensitive flesh, each one devouring the inches that separated his starving mouth from your throbbing clit.

“I–I–”

You tried to say, your legs trembling with anticipation – the feeling of his beard scratching the flesh of your thigh didn’t help.

“Shhhh…” He whispered with a smirk at your attempt to whine, even if he truly wanted to keep hearing you. Your despair was too exquisite for him to care about getting heard.

His mouth finally reached your soaked core. As his breath fanned over your sensitive bundle of nerves, you holes couldn’t help but clench around nothing. More of your wetness trickled down your entrance and, suddenly, Aleksander’s last restraints broke. He licked a slow, torturous tripe up down your slit, his tongue firm against you. In an instant, the pleasure sent you throwing your head back and staring at the ceiling, stars already dangling behind your lashes.

A hum of pleasure and satisfaction fell from his wet lips.

“You taste… so good…” He sighed, your cunt sweeter than he had imagined, even in his most obscene fantasies.

Aleksander soon started to lick again and again, wanting more. Needing more.

The grunt he let out vibrated against his flesh and his fingers dug deeper in your flesh, though he tried hard not to bruise you in the process. He teased you with a few more confident licks before alternating between circling your clit with the right pressure and lapping at it.

“Ah- Aleksander!” You moaned loud as you felt him move his head from one side to the other to eat you from different angles and with various paces. The way he took care of your cunt was so delightful you soon forgot every little dignity you had left.

It couldn’t be happening right? I’m surely just dreaming.

You thought and, to make sure you weren’t hallucinating, glanced down between your legs and truly found the infamous General Kirigan festing on your cunt – his eyes closed in appreciation, his starving mouth eating you and his beard coated with your own wetness.

“You look so pretty, Heaven.” Aleksander cooed against your flesh as his dark beady eyes glanced at you, squinting with amusement, then closed again to savor your taste. His spare hand reached for your core to spread your folds as his tongue went up and down several times, before he decided to suck on your hardened clit. The noise your mouth let out was so lewd it took all his willpower not to cum in his briefs.

“F–Fuck. Just here.”

Your fingers tangled in his black tousled hair and pushed his face close to your needy, throbbing core. Obviously, Aleksander welcomed it, taking huge pride in seeing you want him so bad. Consequently, he drank from your pussy with even more enthusiasm: his tongue allowed your throbbing pearl to rest, only to trail down your slick fold and tease your drooling entrance. At first, the Black General exhaled with ecstasy and teased it with the tip to collect more of your wetness.

Every whimper he drew from you sounded like the most beautiful of symphonies.

Arching your back even more, your free hand wrenched the sheet and the other fisted his onyx black hair as you chanted his name like a prayer. Never in your life as a sex slave did a man deign to please you with his mouth – all had rather preferred to fill your mouth and holes up for their own pleasure.

Aleksander could feel your legs trembling, as if you didn’t know how to react with so much pleasure. So, he pushed it further and his tongue fucked into you with shallow thrusts first, then rougher as he noticed how your body loved it. As he did, he gently rolled your swollen clit under the pad of his thumb.

“Oh yes! More please, I need more…”

Aleksander smirked, dark and victorious.

You were practically begging now. How pathetic of you it was but… To Hell with ego. He got you so high that the sharp, cruel woman you usually were, faded out and all that remained was a little brat who deserved to be punished for all the weeks of denial you had inflicted upon him. And yet, even after everything his hand slid up the bedsheet and reached from yours to intertwine your fingers.

At this point you were nothing but a blabbing mess as his beard left burn on your skin and mouth unraveled you. With your thighs clamped around his face and your hips moving along to chase even more pleasure, you clutched the sheet so hard that your knuckles turned white. You needed something – anything – to brace against the overwhelming haze that came to wash over you.

Fortunately, the tall Darkness wasn’t any better. He was now moaning helplessly in your pussy as he pleased you with his mouth, tongue and fingers. The sight of the most powerful and gorgeous grisha looking so ruined because of him was too much.

“Aleksander! I’m close—”

You had been naive enough to believe it would have stopped him but it didn't. In fact, it did quite the opposite: the Darkling’s tongue licked faster and his thumb pressed over your sensitive pearl harder.

You came. Hard. Harder than you ever did in your life. It felt like every of your atoms dissolved in an explosion and, of course, his pitch black and rapt eyes watched as you shattered with a twisted, obscene fascination.

Funny enough, you didn’t even hear yourself scream in release – all the Little Palace did. Aleksander didn’t care about it though. You coming undone with your head thrown back, your sweaty body and your muscles taut would have been the end of him hadn’t he focused very hard not to give in. After all, he wasn’t done with you yet. In fact, he wanted to keep it going and drag the moment until your body couldn’t climax.

He wanted to milk himself dry and to wring every last drop of pleasure from you.

When he felt you had enough, his tongue finally slowed down and turned into soft little laps to help you ride your right a few precious additional seconds. Until you pulled away your hips, your cunt so overstimulated it bordered on pain.

“ Saints…” You stuttered, before collapsing on the mattress, boneless. The aftermath of your climax still coursed through your body in waves of heat.

The Darkling pulled away, his lips shining and his black stubble damp with your release. In one elegant movement, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and rested it back on your hip. His thumb caressed your hipbone in a gentle circling motion to soothe you as you collected yourself.

“Still with me, my love?” He inquired, even if he struggled to hide the twinge of satisfaction in his soft, rich voice. His only eyes, as deep as a starless night, watched you coming back to yourself with admiration: you looked so indescribably pretty all dazed like this. Sure, he was hard in his pants and dying to fuck you, but seeing you so damn contempt and blushing was worth the ache.

"Yeah." You finally managed, her voice rough and hoarse. "Yeah, I'm here. Just... trying to remember how to form sentences again." An intoxicated smirk curled the corner of your sultry lips. It made Aleksander melted.

“Take your time.” He said gravel and warmth, before he leaned forward again, not to eat you for another round – thanks the Saints! – but just to kiss your flesh. Indeed, his mouth traced a trail from your navel to your ribs, over your heart, the curve of your collarbone and ended up on your lips in a soft kiss that tasted like honey and smoke.

The weight of the General’s body pressed on yours as he climbed above you without breaking the kiss.

You reached up on instinct, fingers finding the buckle of his belt and tugging at it. He didn’t stop you. In fact, he let you undress him in silence, unable to leave your lips. So, the layers fell away one by one – first his black shirt, revealing his strong chest, then his pants and undergarments – until the two of you were both naked and entangled. His size and thickness was on full display. He was thickly veined, fat and throbbing.

“Hev.” He said, cupping your face and pressing his forehead against yours, “Do you want me?”

“I’ve never wanted something more in my life.” You whispered, scratching the hair at the base of his neck. He loved it so much it would have made him purr hadn’t he been able to.

The Darkling settled between your legs like he belonged there, and maybe he always had. Your heartbeat drummed against each other and, suddenly, you realized how tremendous the love you had for him was. And how deeply addicted you were to the feeling of having this man, carved from power and legend, kneeling for you. Worshipping you. Being entirely, terrifyingly yours.

With that, he reached down and grabbed himself in one hand to align with your needy entrance.

“I need you.” He tried to keep his composure but his voice cracked as the tip of his cock found the heat of your core. He could feel the thick vein on the underside of his length throbbing under his own fingers. Once aligned, his forearms came to caged your head and the weight of his body pressed you into the mattress.

For the very first time in your entire life, you felt safe with a man in your bed.

Your hands slid up his sides, your palms traced each line, until they cup his face and kissed him again, slower and deeper. You felt his breath hitch as he gently rolled his hips against you, his hard cock pressing against your pussy and opening it with each movement.

When he finally pulled back his face just enough to look at you, his voice was low and genuine. “I am so deeply sorry I wasn’t there when you’ve been used,” he said. “So sorry I couldn’t protect you. You were meant to be worshipped. Chosen. Loved.”

“You couldn’t have done anything...” You bucked your hips a bit more and let out a sharper sigh as the head of his cock pushed inside you, stretching your walls. “It’s just the past.” You said, but the words tasted like a bitter lie.

“So let me take this ugly past from you then. I’ll give myself to you again and again, until you forget every cruel hand that came before mine.”

And in the trail of his promise, Aleksander clenched his jaw and buried himself deep inside you in one long and slow thrust. It knocked the air out of your lungs for a second, your nails digging into the flesh of his scarred back. The stretch of his cock opening your walls burnt a little at first, but the pain was soon washed away by a wave of pleasure and feeling of completeness so intense the world blurred around you. Now sheathed in you to the hilt, he remained motionless , his eyes two pits of darkness, as he allowed your cunt to adjust to his size.

“Here…” He soothed you, gently nudging your cheek with his nose. Then, he withdrew just an inch but enough to make you whimper, before pushing back in with the same cruel slowness.

“Aleksander!” “You feel it too, don’t you?” He whispered, breathless.

A flood of warmth submerged you, the sensation rippling from where you were joined and it had nothing to do with sole pleasure. It was his natural living amplifier quality that coursed through you like molten steel and sung in answer to the dark power that coiled in your own soul. The word didn’t form in her mind so much as the blood there, ancient and certain. The bloom of completion. And to this divine sensation of fullness, your body reacted immediately: your hips rolled against him, blindly and instinctively, to which he replied with a thrust that was less patient, then with fucking you slow and deep. The noise that escaped your swollen lips sounded dangerously close to a sob.

“Y–Yes…”

Your thighs tightened around his hips and moved along, following his pace that grew more and more urgent. Relentless. As if he was trying to reach the part of her that remembered him. The part that had come back from death by arrows, and crossed the Fold and died and clawed out its way back into existence to find him again. All these years waiting, searching… All these years reliving the moment where his world went dark… Finally coming to an end in a blur of pleasure and emotions.

Tears slipped from the corners of your eyes as Aleksander pounded into you, or maybe it was his, you couldn’t really tell anymore.

“I love you, Heaven.” His voice was thick now, even trembling. The Darkling, the most powerful Grisha alive, was shaking apart in your arms. “I love you so much I’ll destroy this whole world if I ever lose you.” (If I ever lose you again.) Your hand found his again, lacing your fingers together against the mattress.

“I’m here, my night and stars. You’ll never lose me.” You reassured him between two moans, before throwing your head back and moving your hips harder to feel him hitting the deepest spot inside you. That spot that made your toes curl.

His mouth captured yours again and his tongue slid between your parted lips with the same pace as his thrust. The bed creaked beneath you two, until you couldn’t take it anymore.

In a scream you muffled by biting hard into Aleksander’s shoulder, your release came in a fireworks of sensations. What ripped you open wasn’t an orgasm in any ordinary sense, but something so powerful, so unique, it felt both like death and a rebirth all at once. Your stomach flared white-hot and, behind your closed eyelids you saw a cascade of images – a sun-drenched field, a flower crown and Aleksander, much younger with longer hair, sliding a golden ring around your fingers with a smile so bright no one could have suspected he was made from the darkness itself. Then came the deadly blades of dozens of arrows piercing your flesh, and the cold hands of Lady Death prying you from your lover’s arms as he cried in agony.

When you came back to yourself with a gasp, your body still clenched around him: the Darkling’s pace had grown urgent, his control frayed to its last thread.

“Heaven!” Her name, dragged from the depths of his soul, resounded in the bedroom, “I–”

“Stay with me. Now. Right now.” You said, pulling him closer and raising your hips to meet his.

It didn’t take more for the tall darkness to come, his climax hitting him like a rogue wave and all the muscles of his body tensing. His cock throbbed in your fluttering cunt and, suddenly, spurted his release in copious and warm stripes of white. The shadows in the room seemed to surge up the walls and across the ceiling at the same time, then retreated as quickly, leaving the two of you bathing in the soft orange glow of candles. Aleksander dropped on you a little, his weight pressing you into the mattress, but you welcomed it. Your fingers gently drew circles on the sweaty skin of his back, as you both enjoyed the melody of your panting breaths and pounding hearts echoing into a perfect synchrony.

Here in a bedroom of the Little Palace, lost in the frozen heart of Ravka, the world beyond those walls had ceased to exist. There were no wars to fight, no shadows to command,no power to claim and no ghosts of the past waiting to haunt you. There was only the steady rise and fall of your lover’s chest against yours, and the quiet certainty that neither of you wished to be anywhere else.

He knew he should leave.

There were reports waiting to be read, war strategies against West Ravka and probably a hundred of responsibilities that demanded his attention. Yet, Aleksander’s body didn’t budge. His legs would not carry him out of the bed. His hands would not release their grip off the pretty white-haired Grisha who was sleeping in his arms. And his eyes could not look away from here either.

Heaven was sleeping deep, exhausted after a wild torrid night. Curled up against his side, she was breathing slowly and growling whenever he moved the slightest. The moonlight filtered through the window painted glowing stripes across her skin, highlighting the paleness of her skin and its scars. Her ivory hair, spread across the pillow, looked like a waterfall of light – and still she managed to look all innocent and peaceful, with one hand curled near her chin and her fingers loosely fisted like a child’s.

She has no idea how beautiful she is.

The thought crossed his mind raw and honest in a way he rarely allowed himself to be. The Darkling had watched her for nearly a year, whether she was training in the courtyard, eating in the main hall or walking the palace corridors with that cold and fearless grace of her. He had learned by heart the way she tilted her head when she was thinking, how her lips pressed together when she was annoyed or the way her eyes, pale as winter’s ice, could freeze the boldest man with a single glance. But he had never seen her like this: so unguarded and trusting. This one was a feral little thing after all.

Aleksander reached out and brushed his knuckles along her cheek, before sliding a strand of her white hair behind her ear. He felt the answering thrum of her power deep in his chest – they were bound, more bound than they had ever been before, and he intended to let everyone know.

Mine, the most primal and fucked up part of him whispered. Mine, mine, she’s mine.

He didn’t try to silence it this time, too tired to pretend he wasn’t exactly what the stories said he was. A monster. A heretic. The man who had torn Ravka with the Fold because he had used the Merzost… And because he couldn’t bear to live in a world without her. Let them judge. Let the Saints damn him. He didn’t care about anyone as long as she was here, breathing, warm and alive. That was all that mattered.

Carefully and trying not to wake her up, Aleksander stretched out beside her on the bed and tugged the Heartrender closer to feel the warmth radiating from her skin. She stirred and let out a little sound, but she remained asleep. However, her hand found his chest and her forehead pressed against his shoulder. It looked like she burrowed into him with the instinctive trust of a wild creature seeking warmth, and the Black General’s heart cracked open.

His arm were curved around her waist and, until five minutes ago, his chin rested on the top of her head. He loved the smell of her hair and the scent of her skin, so achingly familiar he could have recognized it in a crowd even almost eight centuries later. The memory rose up and swallowed him whole as he watched her peaceful features.

The cabin is small, barely larger than a shack and, frankly, the roof above their head is sagging and the hearth is a pain in the ass to use, but at least it’s hidden. Tucked away near the mountains of Fjerda where the King’s men would never think to look. Inside that miserable shackle, there is warmth.

And there is her.

A white-haired Corporalki named Luda lies beside him on a bed made of straw and worn out blankets. There is only one pillow, so she uses his chest to rest her head. The fire has burned down to embers, and now the only source of light comes from the moon that seeps through the single window. Its crystal glow traces the curve of her hips and her shoulder beautifully. By the Saints, she’s not a human, she’s a work of art.

She’s asleep and, really, he should be asleep too. They have a long day of travel awaiting tomorrow. The thing is, he cannot close his eyes. He cannot stop looking at her.

“You’re staring…” she murmurs without opening her eyes, her voice hoarse with sleep.

“I am not, my love.”

“You are, I can feel it.” Her plump lips curve in a smile. “It’s a little unsettling. Go back to sleep, Sasha.”

“Not until you stop being beautiful.”

Luda’s eyes open: they are frightening. Pale as frost, icy like a sunless winter sky. She raises an eyebrow but her features soften, “That’s a terrible phrase to charm a woman.”

“I’m not charming you, it is the truth.” Aleksander pout, his long dark hair all messy.

She stretches her arms and touches his shaved face. Her long fingers with sharp nails trace the shape of his cheekbone, the bridge of his nose and the line of his jaw. She does this sometimes, touching him like she’s trying to memorize the tiniest of his features. She’s afraid he might vanish if she looks away.

He understands. He feels the same way about her.

“I love you, Oh awful Darkling!” She giggles.

I love you. Three words. As simple as devastating.

He has conquered armies, survived a life of pain and bent the shadows to his will, but these three damn words undo him completely.

“ I love you too, zyoma maya olya.” He catches her hand and presses a kiss of her palm. “More than anything.”

"More than power?"

"More than power."

"More than eternity?"

"More than eternity."

She smiles. It’s a very sad, knowing smile and he hates that she has all her reasons to know sadness. He wants to give her a world without it. A world without her being hunted down for witchcraft or sold like a whore. A world where she never has to fear anything again – where all Grisha will be free.

"We'll be safe," he tells her. "I'll find a way. I'll keep you safe."

"I know, my night and stars."

She tucks herself closer against his side. Her body fits into the curve of his like they were made for each other. Like they were sculpted together but forced to be two different living beings. “ But even if you can’t, even if they find us and all fall apart, I won’t regret any of it. You know that, right?”

"Don't talk like that." He scolds her, his eyes dark as a moonless night.

“I’m serious.” Luda props herself up on one elbow to look down at him. The blanket slips from her shoulders and reveals two small breasts with pierced nipples. The moonlight sublimes her skin.

“Whatever happens, Aleksander, I want you to remember that I chose this. I chose you. And I would choose you again in every life. Every world. I would always come back to you.”

He kisses her with haste, love, despair and lust. Her lips are soft and warm and they taste faintly of the bottle of kvas they shared before bed. Her hand slides into his black hair and her goddess-like body presses against his, and he forgets the cold.

Forgets the danger.

Forgets everything except her.

When they break apart, breathless, she smiles again. This time it reaches her eyes and there’s no sadness anymore.

"Go to sleep," she says. "I'll be here when you wake up."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

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