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I stared at Rook, with a mix of fear, confusion, and a strange, inexplicable excitement.

"So, what does it all mean?" I asked , my voice hushed.

Rook's expression grew tight, his jaw clenching as he took a step closer to me. "It means," he began, his voice low and intense, "that I have to be careful. I can't risk losing control, especially around you."

"But what if you do?" I couldn't help whispering,  my eyes locked with his because of my own darkness. "What if the creature inside of you takes over?"

Rook's eyes searched mine, the depth of his pain reflected in the depths of his own. "Then you'll have to save me," he murmured. "As I've always tried to save you."

Drawn like a magnet, I stepped closer to him. "And what if I can't? What if the darkness is where you truly belong, though?"

He took a deep, unsteady breath, his gaze never leaving mine. "Then I'll have to be the one to save us both," he said, his voice a mere breath.

The room around me faded away with his nearness, the warmth of his breath against my cheek alighted a fire deep within me. For a moment, I was lost in his eyes, in the promise of his words, and in the dark allure of the forbidden love that had always danced just out of reach.

Suddenly, the air was charged with energy, like the buildup before a storm. His hand reached up, gently cradling my face, and our breaths mingled as he leaned in, his fangs grazing my neck. A sudden, fierce need thrummed through me, causing my knees to go weak.

The warmth of his breath, the gentle touch of his fingers, the pull of the darkness that surrounded him, caused the darkness of my magic to stir within me. I knew I should pull away, but the temptation was too great; the need to know, to understand, to...feel.

With a groan that was equal parts frustration and desire, Rook pressed his forehead against mine. "We can't," he murmured, his voice deep, thick with longing. "We're not allowed to be together."

"But what if we don't care?" I whispered, my hand sliding up and cupping his cheek, my thumb stroking. "What if we just... give in?"

His eyes searched mine, a war raging within him. For a moment, I thought he would push me away, but then, with a low growl, and almost as if he couldn't control the hunger shining in his eyes, his hand snaked around my waist, pulling me closer.

His mouth claimed mine in a kiss that was as fierce as it was tender. Our breaths mingled as the kiss deepened. His fangs elongating, scraped against my lower lip, sending a rush of heat to the core of my feminity.

The taste of his darkness—powerful and raw; the darkness within me craved it, yearned for it, and with every touch, every kiss, every shared breath, I became more needy. I wanted him and fuck the consequences.

"Rook," I breathed against his mouth, feeling his cock swell against my stomach.

He groaned, his hand sliding down to cup my ass, pulling me even closer. His fangs scraped lightly against my neck, and he growled,  "God, I want you."

The sound of his voice, filled with desire and need, was my undoing. My legs parted, allowing him to press his hard length against my pussy, sending waves of heat through me.

"Wrong has never felt so right," he murmured, as lifting the tiniest amount, he slid his hand between my legs, his fingers brushing against my wetness. "Let go, Cat. Let me see...you." And with that, what small amount of my control that remained, shattered. I grabbed onto his shoulders, pulling him down to me as I opened my mouth to his, our tongues tangling together in a dance of passion and need.

His hand slid into my panties, his fingers exploring my slick folds, and I gasped into his mouth, my hips rising, seeking a deeper connection. "God, you're so wet for me. I want to feel all of you, taste all of you."" he groaned, his thumb circling my clit, sending shockwaves through my body.

"Then do it," I breathed, arching even further into his touch. "Make love to me."

With a low growl, he lifted me off my feet, carrying me to the bed.  His eyes never left mine as he stripped away my clothing. Then leaning back on his heels, his gaze burned across my skin as his eyes lingered on my breasts, my stomach, my pussy. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he whispered.

Quickly, he removed his own clothes, his cock standing tall and proud. I reached out to touch him, my hand wrapping around his length, feeling the heat, the moisture of his lubrication. A guttural sound rumbled up from deep within his chest, as leaning down, he captured my mouth in another deep kiss as he slid his cock through my wetness, teasing my entrance. "Then take me, Cat," he urged, his voice hoarse with passion. "Take all of me."

I took him into me, feeling him fill me up, stretch me, claim me. Our bodies moved together in a rhythm that was as old as time, the sound of our flesh slapping together echoing through the room.

"More," I panted, my nails digging into his back as he drove into me deeper, harder.

His hips pistoning as he fucked me, his cock hit the spot inside me that had my eyes rolling back in my head.

Rook's grip tightened on my hips, his movements growing more urgent. "Give it to me," he murmured, his voice strained with restraint.

My body tightened around him, and with a cry that was half pleasure, half pain, I came apart. The darkness within me swelled, wrapping around us like a living entity, feeding on the intensity of our passion.

Rook followed me over the edge, his cock pulsing deep inside me, filling me with his release.