“I knew that I was the only person alive, now or ever, that would be able to breathe new life into him. I wanted to be that for him more than anything I had ever wanted before because I knew, to the depths of my soul, that he would be saving me, too.”
❤️🔥 Lovely Darkness by R Sullins ❤️🔥
See for yourself what true love really is
We stared into each other’s eyes for what felt like an eternity. I wanted to drown in the bottomless depths of his. His eyes, when black, were a deep abyss but his green ones were no less fathomless. They were ancient and told tales of all his thousands of years. I saw how tired he was, how wearing life had become after such a long time. There were no wrinkles on his skin, no silver hair on his head, but he was old, possibly the oldest soul on the Earth.
And I knew that I was the only person alive, now or ever, that would be able to breathe new life into him. I wanted to be that for him more than anything I had ever wanted before because I knew, to the depths of my soul, that he would be saving me, too.
I leaned forward the few inches that separated our faces and lightly pressed my lips against his. We were still looking into each other’s eyes as our lips met for the first time. They stayed open when I pressed a little harder. But my eyelashes started to flutter when I felt his tongue lightly trace the seam of my closed lips. They fell completely when his lips coaxed mine to open, allowing his tongue to sweep inside for the first time.
His moan was deep and carried a hint of desperation when he reached up and gripped a handful of my hair at the back of my head. He tilted my head to one side, allowing himself deeper access. I felt like I was being consumed whole. Flames were erupting inside my chest and spreading outward to cover my entire body. I nearly gave in to the urge to run my hands down my chest to make sure flames weren’t actually consuming me but lost the will to do so when his other hand wrapped around my waist and pulled me even closer to him.
I threw my hands against his chest, not to push him away but to brace myself against the fall.
“I will always catch you.” He whispered against my lips before deepening the kiss that I had thought couldn’t get any more intense.