Evie felt heat simmering in her stomach. But she couldn't give in to him again so easily. She needed to get a grip.
I think I'm gonna finish unpacking, I don't think it's a good idea for us to have sex again. She sent the thought to him. He didn't respond and after a while Evie let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding.
She got herself busy with unpacking again. She hadn't brought much along with her...Rohmir had provided most of what she needed. And she didn't particularly have any sentimental attachment to her old clothes.
She was about to tear a box open when the air shifted around her. The atmosphere clung onto her as it started stitching her out of her room...she watched in amazement as her body was literally being stitched out of existence.
Suddenly she was in Rohmir's bed ...Very much naked. And Rohmir was on top of her his dark eyes boring into hers..anger flashing in them.
"Rohmir!" she gasped, her palms pressing against his bare chest. He didn't budge. His body was a wall of heat, his muscles taut with tension, and the hard evidence of his arousal burned against her stomach.
"You don't want me again?" His voice was low, dangerous, but laced with something sinful—an irresistible pull that made her pulse race.
"I didn't say I didn't want you..." Her voice was breathless, her body already betraying her.
"Then we're going to have sex again, and again, Evie. Until you understand that you're mine." His fingers traced the curve of her face, down her throat, lower still. "I'm going to fuck you on every surface of this apartment. I'm going to make you come so many times you forget the feeling of anything but me. I'm going to ruin you for anyone else."
His voice was molten sin, each word a promise, a claim.
"You can't deprive me of you. Not with this bond between us."
To prove his point, his hand skimmed lower, between her legs, and the bond ignited—an electric current crackling across her skin at his touch.
"Rohmir..." She wanted to resist, wanted to push him away, but his name spilled from her lips in a moan, betraying her completely.
His eyes darkened.
"You were so sexy today, Evie." His voice turned husky as he pressed his nose to her neck, inhaling her in like a man starved. "You channeled my power like you knew what you were doing."
"We... We can talk about this outside, Rohmir..." It was a weak protest, barely even a whisper.
"But I want you here." His groan was low, guttural, sending a violent shudder through her. "You have no idea what you do to me."
His hips rolled against her, slow, teasing. The thick length of him dragged against her stomach, sending a sharp pulse of heat through her core.
"Don't you dare..." Rohmir warned darkly as she instinctively clenched her thighs together.
A wicked smirk curled his lips before his fingers moved. He found her clit with devastating precision, pinching, rubbing slow, lazy circles that made her thighs tremble. The bond burned hot at every point of contact, fanning her need into an unbearable inferno.
Her lips parted on a quiet, desperate moan.
Rohmir took full advantage, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was nothing short of a possession. Hot. Commanding. Hungry.
Evie melted into it, gripping onto him as if he was the only thing tethering her to reality. One of his fingers pushed inside her, then a second, stretching, curling just right.
She moaned against his mouth, gripping his shoulders, already unraveling under him.
"Please, Rohmir..." she whimpered, her breath coming in shallow pants.
His answering groan sent another wave of heat surging through her.
"I like you begging," he said, his tone rich with satisfaction. "Tell me what you want, my pet."
"I want—" Her words caught in her throat as another pulse of pleasure rocked through her.
Rohmir's movements became erratic, his control slipping. He was losing himself in her, just as much as she was losing herself in him.
"Evie," he growled, his voice thick with restraint. "Tell me what you want."
"Make me come. Please, Rohmir."
His groan was pure sin.
With renewed determination, he worked her mercilessly, drawing her higher, higher—until her orgasm slammed into her with blinding intensity. Her body arched, a strangled cry tearing from her lips as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
Rohmir watched, enraptured, his fingers still buried inside her, prolonging the pleasure until she was left trembling beneath him.
When she finally came down, her chest heaving, his voice was a raw whisper against her lips.
"I don't want anyone else to ever see you like this. Only me."
And then, without warning, he thrust into her.
A broken moan escaped her as he filled her completely, stretching her in a way that made her toes curl. His movements were slow at first, deliberate, as if savoring every inch of her. His lips found her throat, sucking hard—marking her.
It shouldn't have turned her on as much as it did. But it did.
And then, his pace changed.
Faster. Deeper. Devastating.
White-hot pleasure ripped through her, her nails digging into his back as his groans fueled the fire between them. He was relentless, pushing her over the edge again until she shattered beneath him, her orgasm hitting her with enough force to leave her shaking.
Still, he didn't stop.
His pace slowed, becoming something softer. Something deeper.
Like he was making love to her.
It caught her off guard—the tenderness in his touch, the way his lips moved over hers like she was precious. His whispered words sent another pulse of heat through her.
"You're mine, Evie." His voice was low, reverent. "And I'm yours."
That was all it took.
A third, shattering orgasm tore through her, so intense she saw it—sparks of light flashing behind her eyelids, like a great solar flare.
Rohmir groaned, his body going rigid as his release overtook him, powerful and unrestrained. His head dropped to the crook of her neck, his breath hot against her skin as he came hard inside her, his body shaking with the force of it.
And then—
The room disappeared.
...
Evie blinked, her surroundings shifting again. She was no longer in Rohmir's apartment. Instead, they stood in the midst of a grand Egyptian throne room. The space was opulent, designed with towering stone columns, and the walls were adorned with intricate hieroglyphs depicting gods, kings, and queens. Massive tapestries of gold and crimson hung from the walls, reflecting the flickering torchlight that cast dancing shadows across the floor.
The air was thick with the scent of incense, and the sounds of quiet murmurs filled the room. Rohmir and Evie stood near the center of the throne room, dressed in simple Egyptian garb—Evie in a flowing linen dress with gold accents that shimmered under the torchlight, her hair loosely tied with a golden band. Rohmir was wearing a tunic that clung to his muscular frame, his black hair slightly disheveled and his lips swollen from their heated encounter.
The room was filled with well-dressed nobles—men in flowing robes of deep emerald, sapphire, and gold, their jewelry gleaming under the flickering lights, and women in lavish dresses with intricate beading, their eyes heavy with makeup. They all appeared in various stages of distress, but none seemed to notice Evie or Rohmir, as they were wrapped in an impenetrable memory.
Evie's eyes widened as she realized who the man kneeling before the grand throne was—the old Rohmir, wearing the same features but with a demeanor full of defiance and bitterness. His gaze was cold, but there was something in his posture that felt familiar, even from this distant past.
The king rose from his throne, towering and regal. His robes were opulent, made of silk and embroidered with gold thread that shimmered in the dim light. His crown was an imposing piece, encrusted with precious gems, and his eyes glinted with authority. His voice was deep, filled with an air of power. "You have deceived your people. You have broken your vow to this empire," he declared, his tone unforgiving. The language he spoke was ancient, but somehow, Evie understood it perfectly. Magic—powerful magic—coursed through this memory.
Rohmir remained silent, his head bowed low as he knelt before the king.
"You will be punished for your crimes," the king continued.
Rohmir's eyes lifted, his gaze unyielding. "You will all die," he said, his voice a dark echo from the past. Evie could feel a shiver running down her spine as she looked into his eyes, the same fiery intensity that she'd seen in the present-day Rohmir.
The king bellowed, his voice commanding the very walls to tremble. "You dare threaten your king?"
"You are not my king," Rohmir spat, his voice dripping with contempt.
The king stepped forward, his robes flowing around him like liquid. "You have been under my protection, under my roof. Living a life of luxury, honing your craft because of my benevolence. And yet, you dare not call me your king?"
Suddenly, a woman entered the room behind Evie, the same one Rohmir had been with in the previous memory, her presence so striking that it made Evie feel small in comparison. The woman was flawless, her skin like liquid gold, her eyes like deep pools of mystery. Evie had never seen someone so beautiful, and a pang of envy pierced her heart.
"Neferet, approach," the king commanded. The woman walked forward with a regal grace, never once glancing at the kneeling Rohmir. Her expression was cold, emotionless.
Neferet bowed before the king. "My king, you have summoned me," she said, her voice soft but unwavering.
The king gestured for her to present the accusations. "He is hereby accused of using forbidden magic—the magic of the soul." Neferet turned her piercing gaze toward Rohmir. "He seduced me, told me he loved me, then tried to bind my soul to this cursed book to become his personal slave." She held up the very book Rohmir had emerged from, and Evie's eyes locked onto the familiar flame symbol on its cover. It was the same symbol from the letter she had received, the one from the mysterious organization after Rohmir.
Whispers and shocked gasps echoed through the hall.
The past Rohmir lifted his head and stared at his accuser, his expression unreadable. Then, to her astonishment, he turned his head and fixed his gaze directly on her—Evie—as if he could see her.
"There is no one there to help you," the king spoke again, his gaze following where Rohmir was looking but seeing nothing of what Rohmir saw. "You have tried to cause harm to my kingdom, to my daughter," he nodded towards Neferet, "endangered us all with your forbidden practices...you shall face the consequences." The king then nodded towards a man who stood at his right side.
Evie could feel the weight of this man's power. He held a thick staff, adorned with symbolic carvings etched into the wood. The man stepped down and approached the kneeling Rohmir. He took the book from Neferet's hands.
"Stand," he commanded, his voice sending chills through Evie.
Rohmir stood, his lean frame a stark contrast to the Rohmir who stood silently beside her.
"Should you ever betray your king again, you shall be bound to this tome. You shall be forgotten in history, your name erased from all memory. If you act in any way contrary to the goals of this kingdom, you will belong to the book you sought to trap Neferet in. This is the curse that will befall you," the man continued. He grasped Rohmir's hand and, with a long, sharp nail, drew blood from his palm. Rohmir didn't even flinch.
The man dripped Rohmir's blood onto the book, and the cover instantly absorbed it, as if the book was alive.
The man with the staff then spoke an incantation, and Rohmir fell to his knees again. When the wizard finished, he stepped back to stand beside the king.
"This is a mercy I am extending to you, on behalf of my daughter's plea," the king said. "You are forbidden from betraying me again, or you will be imprisoned. Take this as a lesson."
Suddenly, a dark laugh echoed through the room. It was Rohmir, still kneeling, blood dripping from his hand. His laugh was maniacal, sending a chill down Evie's spine. It was cold, devoid of emotion, and full of hatred. "You think I am afraid of some little curse?" Rohmir taunted.
He then spoke an incantation of his own. The walls began to tremble, and with a deafening crash, all the doors to the throne room slammed shut. The walls above them cracked, large pieces of marble falling to the floor. Panic spread through the room as the people scrambled to unlock the doors, but to no avail. They were sealed by the magic Rohmir had cast.
Despite the chaos, Evie's gaze remained fixed on the past Rohmir, now standing calmly amid the turmoil, his eyes locked onto hers. He walked toward her.
Each of his steps rang out like thunder in her ears. He stopped directly in front of her, and Evie could feel the tension in Rohmir beside her.
"I will wait for you," he said, his voice low and steady, aimed directly at her. Then, with a resounding crash, the entire palace collapsed on top of everyone.
Rohmir had killed his king. And the woman he claimed he loved.