His mortal soul, p.6
His Mortal Soul,
p.6
Tears pooled in her eyes. Her legs wobbled. “Please take me to him. I beg of you."
He stepped closer. “Are you his lon dubh?"
"Ta me ag. Ta me buartha do.” Yes, I am. I'm worried for him. How she suddenly spoke Gaelic she didn't know. There were so many strange things happening to her. But none of it would matter if she didn't save Kieran.
"As am I. Come, my child, this way,” he said. “I've tried to speak with him. You might be able to reason with him."
Droplets slid along her cheek. “I can't lose him."
"You love him?” he asked, and stopped.
She nodded, unable to speak. Her body trembled with fear.
He guided her through narrow passages out into the courtyard. “He's blessed to have someone who cares for him so deeply. May you have success where I have failed."
"You know about what he is? You see the good in him still, don't you?” She couldn't be the only one who saw the light in him.
"I do, but he can't.” The priest frowned. It was obvious this man and Kieran were close.
"I don't know what I will say.” How did she convince him of his own goodness when he was sure he was evil?
"Let love guide you and God will speak through you."
"I hope you are right, Father.” If not, she was wrong about what last night meant to him.
They reached the door. The pounding of her heart sounded in her ears.
"I can't follow you in, but may God be with you.” He made the sign of the cross.
Sephora turned and pushed the heavy doors open. Beautiful stained glass vignettes of Christ's life bathed the space in an array of colors. The pews were full. Loved ones watched these men about to take a sacred oath to God.
She gulped back the fear in her throat.
Kieran knelt in front of a man dressed in a purple robe. The man held the Bible before Kieran, whose hand hovered inches above.
"Kieran!” she called out.
Everyone in the pews turned toward her.
"Dhith orm duit.” I need you. Those were the only words that came to mind. Though they were simple, they reflected how she felt inside.
He stood and his gaze met hers. “Sephora."
When he said her name, it made her legs weak. “Ay.” She couldn't make out what he was thinking. “Without you, I'm an empty shell. But when I am in your arms I'm filled, overflowing with joy and love. Don't go away. Don't cast me back into the darkness."
Everyone in the pews shifted their gazes to him.
He stepped down from the altar. As he walked toward her, the muscles in his jaw tightened. “Mo lon dubh, you've been crying.” He wiped her cheek.
At his touch, fire surged through her.
"I can't lose you, you are mo salvation,” she said. “God brought me to you for a reason."
"Aww,” the women in the church sighed, reminding her of their audience.
"There's nothing I can't face with you at my side.” She stepped closer.
"The moment I sensed you wake I promised God that if you came to me, I wouldn't send you away. I love you,” he said. “If you'll have me as I am."
"Ay,” she said with nod.
"Dhith orm tu ro.” I need you too. “Who am I to deny you and God?” He pulled her to him and kissed her.
Lust shot to her toes and the essence of him transposed into her being, connecting with her heart and soul. She gasped, parted her lips and suckled his tongue.
Cheers and claps erupted around them.
"Perhaps we should continue somewhere a little more private,” he whispered, and pressed his cheek to hers. “Spend your life with me."
She nodded. “Every night of it."
He picked her up and carried her out. “When we marry...” A hint of mischief glinted in his eyes.
"In a civil ceremony, right?” she asked.
He peered at her with a slanted grin. “A ceremony that honors us both."
She could definitely live an eternity with that. “I need you inside me again.” Wind swished around her. The path, buildings and trees stretched into a blur.
The movement around her stopped. A blind was pulled closed with heavy drapes covering a window. No sunlight entered the space. A bed was flush against the wall. A beige light came from the bathroom. The scent of soap hung in the air.
"Where are we?” she asked.
"My room.” Kieran removed his rosary beads. Smoke rose from his hands. The muscle in his jaw tightened. But he didn't protest. His beliefs were important to him. “For us to be together, I'm going to need to..."
"I know you'll need to turn me.” She placed her hand on his back. “Otherwise you'll always hold back in fear that the demon will gain control again."
He turned to her, head down, took her hand and kissed her palm. “It would make a valid reason, but it isn't why. I love you so much that I cannot let death part us. So when we marry and say our vows it will be for eternity. Not even death can come between us."
"You know what happened to me two years ago, don't you?” she asked, voice straining.
"What I know is,” he laid her hand on his heart, “you are the strongest, most beautiful woman I've ever set eyes on."
"Thank you.” She walked backward toward the bathroom. It was time to put that part of her life behind her and start this one. “I haven't had a chance to shower."
He followed. “I think I can help."
She loosened the sash around his waist and placed it on the vanity. “That's a lot of buttons."
"They are decorative.” He tugged his robe over his head. The muscles of his chest and abdomen flexed.
Who knew, about the buttons? Kieran pulled her blouse from her skirt and lifted it off. She unfastened her bra.
"You are beautiful.” As he nipped and nibbled her neck, he undid the button and zipper of her skirt, and rolled her panties down.
She stepped out of the lacy fabric. “Kieran, I love you."
"You are the bravest human being I know.” He reached in, turned the water on and adjusted it. “Telling you that I love you doesn't do justice to how I feel. I want to show you every moment what you mean to me, mo lon dubh. Not just with my body, but every action and decision I make. Whenever possible, I especially want to show you with my body several times a day."
"I like the sound of that."
She stepped into the small standup shower, and he followed. Water rushed over her. He blanketed her lips with his own. Accepting his tongue into her mouth, she pushed into the kiss and wrapped her arms around him.
"You belong with me,” she said.
"Ay, and you with me, Sephora."
She planted soft kisses down his chest until she knelt before him. Tongue to his cock, she licked from the base to the tip. He watched her. His deep blue eyes turned to flames. She parted her lips, took the head into her mouth and descended the shaft of his cock. His robust flavor coated the back of her throat. Back and forth, she glided along his penis. With each pass she sped her movements.
He reached down, under her arms, lifted her and she spread her legs around his waist. With a smooth motion, he pushed into her.
"Yes, Kieran..."
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About a.c. Mason
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Born from the union of her Scottish and Belgian mother and an African American and Cherokee father, a.c. Mason's youth was filled with dichotomies and moving from place to place. She developed a curiosity to explore through writing the seedy side of our nature and desires. Given her own diverse background, she writes stories that represent the world she grew up in. She is fluent in French and English. For the past eight years of her life, she has worked with one foot in the past, spanning such times as the 18th century, the Bering Strait theory to modern day, and now late Victorian. Her stories are the place where darkness meets human desire and fairytales endings are not promised, but earned.
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