27. Oh, Damn!

There in the darkness his realm, full of pain and agony, full of screams and sorrows. - Bloodsongs.

~

(Aurora)

Aurora watched Art as he dipped his head inside bubbling water, watched as water closed in on him and waited with her thrashing heart -- it was going to stop if it thrashed any faster, any quicker-- for him to come back out.

He pulled his head out after what felt like eons, but really just minutes, hair wet and soaked, water dripping down his eyes to his long lashes and then the droplets teased his succulent lips - the lips that she dreamed of, that she craved. He was beautiful, magnificent and the bare, lean torso swathed in sunlight, slick with running droplets of water and that was Rory's ruination. Damn.

To her shame, she wanted him, more, more than just a kiss, more than just a magical touch. She wanted him as she had him in her dreams. The need was quick, a streak of lightning, draping around her flesh, bones and blood. She shivered. It was like an inferno and the shame