The Darkness In Me
There was no denying the fact that there was some unknown force drawing them together but she refused to give in to it. She wanted him, oh how she wanted him, the only person who could truly understand her but she couldn’t give in. To give in would mean the end. It meant that he would finally get what he wanted and the moment he did he would vanish, leaving her with nothing more than a memory.
She stood outside his door in her [f/c] nightgown as she had done every night for the past month, her hand clutching the brass doorknob trying to convince herself to walk away. Sometimes she had the distinct impression that he knew she was there, simply waiting for her to break and come to him. She wanted to know, to understand why he had this effect on her but there was only one way to find that out.
Her hand slipped from the doorknob, the first step in the long process that had become her nightly routine but before she could take a step back the door swung open. There he stood, a silk black robe wrapped around his slim body as emerald eyes burned into [e/c] orbs with an intensity that forced her to step back. A long pale fingered hand reached out to brush the smooth skin of her cheek, drawing her closer as it stayed there for a moment before the hand fell back to his side.
“[Y/N].” He said in that voice that was equal amounts of pleasure and pain.
“Loki.” She breathed.
That same long fingered hand reached out to her again, tucking under her chin and tilting her head up so that she continued to stare into those emerald pools as he stepped closer to her.
“Come to me at last.” He purred, leaning closer so that his lips now hovered above hers and she could feel her legs begin to tremble.
“I can’t.” She stated but even to her own ears her voice was weak and she could feel her resolve cracking, “You’ll disappear.”
“Oh but my sweet,” He hummed, his lips brushing against her own with every word, “have no fears for tonight you become mine.”
The spell was cast as his lips pressed into her. The taste of his mouth was an intoxicating poison. Her fingers found their way to his chest and clung to his robe as if he, Loki, were her salvation. He pulled away and she actually heard herself whimper which only made him chuckle softly.
“Now,” He cooed, stepping back so that he was concealed within the darkness of his room and his voice appeared disembodied, “come pleasure your king.”