The wooden door creaked open, a splintered groan echoing through the stillness as David shoved it aside with a trembling hand. Sunlight stabbed through the threshold, a blinding blade of gold that forced his eyes to squint, tears welling unbidden at the corners. He stepped out from the underground lair, the secret house swallowed by shadows behind him, and sucked in a ragged breath. The air tasted of freedom—and blood. Beside him, Luna emerged, her figure a stark silhouette against the dawn. Her cold, unyielding eyes glittered like shards of ice, her body drenched in the crimson of those she'd slaughtered. The sticky sheen clung to her skin, a grotesque tapestry of violence that David couldn't unsee.
He turned his gaze toward the horizon. A village nestled in the distance, its thatched roofs and curling smoke a cruel mockery of peace. Luna couldn't stride into that sanctuary—not like this, a walking nightmare soaked in death. David's lips tightened, his jaw clenching as he summoned the dark magic coiled within him. Shadows twisted around Luna like serpents, a cloak of stealth that erased her presence from the world's prying eyes. "No one will see you," he muttered, voice low and strained, the weight of their sins pressing against his chest.
They walked in silence, her bloodied form a phantom at his side, until they reached the village's edge. A weathered dorm hotel loomed ahead, its sign swaying in the breeze. David pushed through the door, the bell above jangling like a warning. The receptionist, a wiry man with sunken eyes, barely glanced up. "One room. Large, if you've got it," David said, his tone clipped, exhaustion bleeding through. "Twelve coppers and a silver," the man drawled. David tossed the coins onto the counter, the metallic clink sharp in the stale air, and led Luna upstairs.
The room was sparse—a sagging bed, a cracked washbasin, a single window letting in slivers of light. David shut the door with a heavy thud, turning to Luna. "Go fresh up. Clean the blood off," he said, his voice softer now, though it carried an edge of command. She nodded, her cold eyes flickering with something unreadable, and disappeared into the bath. The sound of water splashing against tile filled the silence as David sank onto the bed, his hands raking through his hair. Rage simmered beneath his skin, a molten storm of grief and fury at the world, at himself, at the lives they'd taken.
When Luna emerged, her skin glistened with dampness, the blood washed away but the guilt still etched into her face. David took his turn, letting the hot water scald his flesh, though it couldn't burn away the memories. He returned to find Luna seated on the bed, her knees drawn up, her eyes distant and hollow. He sat beside her, the mattress dipping under his weight, and let out a quiet "Shhh, it's okay." The words felt inadequate, a frail shield against the tempest raging in his heart.
"Luna," he began, his voice cracking like shattered glass, "killing… it's not that bad. You didn't slaughter innocents. Those monsters—those vile bastards—you ended them. I know it's your first time spilling so much blood, and it's tearing you apart. But you know what they did. The torment they inflicted. You don't need to feel this guilt." His chest tightened as he spoke, the sadness clawing at his throat, the rage boiling in his veins. He hated how her pain mirrored his own, a twisted reflection of the sins he carried.
Tears spilled from Luna's eyes, a flood breaking free as she sobbed, her body trembling. David's hand found her head, patting gently, his fingers threading through her damp hair. "Cry as much as you want," he whispered, his voice raw with anguish. "You saved people, Luna. You stopped the nightmare. Understand that." She choked out a response, her voice fragile yet fierce. "I understand… and I'm going to find who's behind this. I heard 'holy.' It's tied to the church—something sacred twisted into evil." She wiped her tears, her resolve hardening, and thanked him, her gratitude a lifeline in the dark.
Their eyes locked, a storm of emotion swirling between them. Luna leaned closer, her breath warm against his face, her lips trembling with unspoken need. David's heart thudded, a frantic drumbeat, and he pulled back slightly, hesitation flickering in his gaze. "Do you… have someone you like?" she asked, disappointment lacing her words. "No, Luna," he replied, his tone heavy, burdened by shadows. "I don't. And I've no interest in love. I've got too much to do—too many sins staining my soul."
Her words cut through him like a blade. "You don't need to feel guilty, David. You'll get a chance to atone." The sincerity in her voice pierced his defenses, stirring something deep and dangerous within him. "You don't have to love me," she added, her eyes glistening with vulnerability. "But let me help you." And then she closed the distance, her lips crashing against his.
The kiss ignited a fire, wild and untamed. Their mouths melded, tongues tangling in a dance of desperation and desire. Luna's hands moved with purpose, peeling off her dress in a slow, deliberate motion, the fabric whispering against her skin as it fell away. David's breath hitched as she climbed atop him, straddling his hips, her bare skin glowing in the dim light. She tugged her t-shirt over her head, her bra following in a fluid, passionate arc, revealing the soft curves of her breasts. David mirrored her, ripping off his own shirt, his chest heaving as she leaned down, her lips trailing fire along his neck.
Her kisses descended, a molten path across his chest, his stomach, until her fingers deftly unbuckled his belt. The leather snapped free, and she slid his pants down, her touch electric as she grasped him, her hand firm yet tender. Luna's lips parted, enveloping him in a slow, sensual rhythm that drew a guttural moan from his throat. The heat of her mouth, the flick of her tongue—it was overwhelming, a tidal wave of lust crashing over him. Unable to resist, David flipped her beneath him, his body pinning hers to the bed.
His mouth found her breast, latching onto a hardened nipple, sucking with a hunger that made her arch beneath him. Luna's moans filled the air, a symphony of pleasure and surrender as he teased her flesh, his teeth grazing lightly before moving to the other. His hands roamed lower, hooking into her panties and dragging them down her thighs, exposing her fully. He dipped his head, his tongue tracing her most intimate place, tasting her sweetness as she writhed, her fingers clutching the sheets. "David…" she gasped, her voice a plea, her hips bucking against his relentless assault.
He rose, positioning himself between her legs, his arousal pressing against her entrance. "Is this your first time?" he asked, voice husky, noting the tightness as he nudged forward. Luna blushed, a shy smile breaking through her lust. "Be gentle," she whispered. "Sure," he promised, easing into her with care. She cried out—pain and pleasure entwined—as he breached her, blood staining the sheets beneath them. David moved, slow at first, each thrust a deliberate claim, her walls clenching around him in a vice of heat and need.
"Fuck, it's so tight," he growled, his pace quickening, the bed creaking in protest. Luna's breasts bounced with every thrust, her moans rising—"Ahh, ahh, slower, David!"—but he couldn't stop, the sensation too intoxicating. "I can't—it's too good," he rasped, pounding harder, her cries growing louder, more desperate. Her body trembled beneath him, sweat glistening on her skin, until he felt his climax surging. He pulled out, spilling across her stomach in hot, shuddering bursts.
But Luna wasn't done. She flipped him onto his back, straddling him once more, her hands guiding him back inside her. She sank down, enveloping him fully, and he groaned, "Ahhh," as she rode him, her hips rolling in a rhythm that drove him wild. Her ass shook, her breasts swayed, and their sweat-slicked bodies pressed together as she clawed at his shoulders. David gripped her waist, thrusting upward to meet her, their moans blending—hers a high-pitched "Ahh, ahh, ahh," his a primal rumble. Her eyes rolled back, her body shuddering as she reached her peak, her release flooding over him. Exhausted, they collapsed, breathless and spent, Luna's form limp beside him.
David pulled the blanket over her, his chest still heaving. He stared at her sleeping face, a cruel smile twisting his lips. "Well," he murmured to himself, voice dripping with malice, "I didn't expect this turn. But I'll use you, Luna. For my needs, my plans. You've given me your trust, your body—and I'll wield it like a blade." His eyes flared crimson, a wicked glow in the dark, as the chapter closed on their tangled, treacherous dance.