Dominion

His Past

Muffled moans and heavy breaths echo across the mansion's library. It was broad daylight but the thick drapes of the room kept the place dark. I'm pushed against the corner of the room. Legs spread open between his torso and were wrapped around him, arms anchored on his shoulders as he lifts all my weight with just a left hand. His right hand covers my mouth preventing my moans from getting louder, eyes shut and head leaned back against the wall.

I moved up and down against the flat interior as he pressed against me, thrusting with precision and hard.

"Eyes open, Rosé." he breathed out then take his pace slowly. He removed his hand that covered my mouth and grabbed the other side of my hips.

My eyes slowly flutter open and met his glowing crimson orbs. He then pressed wet kisses on my lips then started thrusting hard again making me moan loud and shut my eyes instantly.

"What did I say, Rosé? control your moan and eyes open..." he muttered lowly between our kiss.

It's easy for him to order things like this when he's not in the same position as I am. He's done this countless times with different women while I, I can only imagine doing this with him and no one else.

I tried controlling my moans and open my eyes once again. Soft mewls escape my lips instead as I scratch the skin on his back in exchange for the loud moans that I wanted to release.

"Eyes on me..." he says. My whole body shudders with every hard thrust as I close to the peak of my orgasm, feeling his hardness against my walls that's clutching him with as he rubbed inside me.

"I want you looking at me when you come for me."

"Chanyeol... I... I..." I whimpered, not able to finish the three words I'll never get tired of saying only to him even if I knew I would never get a proper response from.

"Come for me, beautiful..." A sexy smirk formed on lips. My mouth hangs open as I press the back of my head against the wall as I came after he told me to. I trembled as my toes curl hard, feeling myself clutch him tightly with my release, but I kept racking against the wall as he kept thrusting hard on me. He's thrusting too easily with my newly released fluid from coming covers his hardness.

However, he suddenly pulled out, one forearm against my butt. He kisses my lips aggressively before walking towards the huge study table in the middle of the library.

There, he laid me while he stood in between my legs, spreading me wide open once again. Then, he grabbed my hip, pulling me and gliding in me easily and start thrusting hard again.

I covered my mouth with the back of my hand, preventing myself from screaming his name as he rocks my body hard above the table. The table creaked with his every thrust and books resting peacefully right above it started falling.

"Jacob," I called softly as another orgasm builds up fast. He leaned down and anchored his hands against the table just above my shoulders while looking straight in my eyes.  I hold on to his sides, grabbing hard, fingernails burying on his skin. A smirk on his lips still lasted as his glowing crimson stare back at my form.

"Come with me, Rosé... look at me when come for you." My toes curled once again and my legs tighten around his waist while his pace quickens and thrust hardened, even more, going deeper in me.

We never took our gaze off each other's eyes. I came as I let out a loud whimper, no longer caring about the orders he gave and just surrendered to my orgasm. He came as his thrust slowed down, grunting deeply as his voice echoed in my ears, huffing warm breath across my face with his final hard thrust.

I tried to catch my breath, my hands reaching for his cheeks and wipes the sweat that formed on his sideburns and forehead before it could even drip on me. I swiped up his fringe that's wet from his sweat and it earned his sweet smile in return. I could still feel us both throb inside me while be both breathe heavily above the table.

He then flopped himself gently, resting his head right above my chest. My fingers then stroke the hair at the back of his head, raven, silky locks entangling between my fingers.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, lifting himself slightly above me just so he could look at my face.

"Incredible..." I answered making him shake his head as he chuckles.

He then pulled himself out then lift his pants while I sit up and closed my legs. My eyes notice the torn clothes on the floor that was once covering my body.

"You need to stop ripping my clothes apart or I won't have any left," I stated, covering my chest with my forearm.

"That's the idea..." he chuckled, he picks up his white shirt I threw on the floor earlier.

He helped me wore that shirt and I instantly smelled the lingering sweet scent of his sweat that dried within the cloth. Somehow, wearing his shirt made me feel like I'm being embraced bu him. He then leaned his hands at the edge of the table and peck my lips. I wrap my arms around his nape once again and kiss him softly, I chuckled under I kiss for the reason that I'm incredibly happy.

We had been spending time together. Despite the rudeness that sometimes annoyed me, I learned to be patient and even love that arrogance and uncouthness. Nevertheless, I never failed to correct him, teaching him what his wrong ways are. Though he would just shrug off everything I say, I feel like he listens.

"Don't you need to get ready for church? You said you and your friend need to expose Daehyun to worship." He asked.

"It'll be later this afternoon," I answered.

"Come with us?" I invited even if I knew he would just scoff it off.

"Nah... boring..." he scoffs.

He pulled from me before walking towards the window leaving me on my seat above the table, he pushed the drapes to the side, illuminating the room while he looks outside the window. The silhouette of his side was beautifully illuminated by the light that had me gasping. The lights that reflect from his nose, lips, his shoulder, his toned biceps, everything looked lovely.

However, my gaze then turns to his back, noticing a familiar mark that I can't see clearly because of the daylight that peeks in from the window, shadowing his back.

I jumped down the table and walk towards him. My hands slither gently from his sides to his midriff, feeling his hard abs before locking him in my arms as I press a kiss on his bareback.

He had the same mark as what William has. 

Feeling me embracing him from behind, he turned his head over his shoulders, trying to look at me then return his gaze outside. A while later, he completely turned, finally facing me and leaned against the edge of the window as he also locks me in his arms.

"You have the same mark as William?" I asked as I look up to him.

"Oh, this is your first time seeing my back?" He asked and I quickly nodded in response.

"I was like him. A helpless mundane. But unlike him, I made my old man proud." He smirked which just earned a confused look from me.

"I was the one who's supposed to bring the apocalypse... but the supposed ritual wasn't followed as it was foretold in the prophecy. And I became like this, a half breed." He started.

"I was a bad child. I hurt people, unlike William who turned out to be naturally good, which still baffles me. He's supposed to be the son of the devil yet he's unlike me."

"He's good," I stated softly and he nodded.

"What happened? And what ritual?" I asked.

"To release the demon of the Apocalypse, divine assistance is needed." He stated.

"His archangels are stupid, much like those people that were sent by the church to kill Willam... They thought that once they killed my mundane body, it would stop me from devouring the earth. And do you know who almost killed me when I was young?"

I shook my head in response, eager to hear his answer.

"Gabriel." He muttered.

My breath hitched from the revelation. That's why he's been so eager to find Gabe.

"However, it didn't go as foretold. I was killed by the only person whom I trust and love the most." Sadness suddenly engulfed his whole face.

"Who?"

"I thought that she loved me... I thought she cared for me, I thought that she would protect me from all of them who are trying to hurt me. But... the truth is... she hated me for making her suffer. I was a very bad child, Rosé..."

"Who is it?" I asked once again.

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He looked up at the dazzling angel who holds up his sword, ready to strike the helpless, weeping child. The light was so bright that nearly blinded the little but he kept his gaze at the sharp blade above his head.

Endless tears fall from his eyes that he kept wiping with his dirtied arm - dirtied with the blood of his father.

The child kept wailing, calling out for his mother, pleading for her to come and save him from the winged-man in front of him.

"I, Gabriel, will prevent all the death you'll unleash. I will slaughter you in His honor." The angel grunted as he tightens his grip upon his blade.

But before he could strike, he was stopped, surprised when he heard an ear-shattering scream of a woman that hastens towards them.

The woman then hugged the weeping child and embraced him in his bosom.

"Please... your hallowed blade shouldn't be tainted with this little devil's blood." She cried.

"Grant me my vengeance, oh merciful angel..." she pleaded and the angel sheathed his sword and watched her. Somehow, the angel felt sorry for the child but he knew that this form is just a facade as what lies beneath his skin is a monster that will bring the end of days.

Too young and too scared understand, the little man clung to his mother for safety. However, she pulls out a dagger from behind as she looked at her son's face.

"Mother... I'm scared..." the boy cried looking up to his mother.

"You took my husband... you took my unborn child... you little devil..." tears fall from her eyes. Looking at those eyes, the little boy suddenly felt terrified as those eyes weren't the same. Love had long been gone from those orbs and is now stained by darkness, a vengeful glare.

"Mother..." the boy whimpered before excruciating pain suddenly stabs his stomach. piercing him again... and again...

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"My mother..."

His own mother killed him?

I've witnessed the horrors of what humanity can do and somehow, I almost accepted the fact that humans are naturally evil. However, love had ways to turn someone good. Whatever form love takes, it somehow touches the heart of those who are considered to be the evilest. Those people may be called monsters but once... even once in their lives, the learned to love.

"I'm sorry, Jacob..."

"Pssshhh... I don't matter. That b***h suffered before and after I was killed so it doesn't matter." He scoffed but I could still see pain, lingering in his eyes.

"When did this happen?" I asked. I couldn't recall any event that involves Gabriel almost killing a boy.

"Ever heard of the dark ages? Black death? The plague?" He tilted his head as he asked me with a soft smirk.

"That was from you? You took lives of almost half a continent." I stated in disbelief.

"It was after my human body's death." He replied.

"Gabriel and Michael went hunting me down but my old man, Lucifer, he took me too hell. After being betrayed by my mother, I refused to step back to the earth... to the mundane world where true evil really is. Demons are naturally evil, expect them to do what is evil. But man? You won't know who's evil and who's not so, it's scarier. I was a boy and what frightened me the most is the look in my mother's eyes. But, you'll never know when it'll change." 

"I'm sorry..." I whispered before pressing my cheek upon his chest while I embrace him tighter. 

"I learned that I crave for human blood when a human sacrifice was brought to the 9th circle."

"Let me guess... A virgin..." I rolled my eyes as I look up to him again and saw a teasing grin plastered on his face.

"She was really pretty... and she was terrified to see all those ugly demons... until she saw me." He stated, maintaining that smug look.

"She was all over me... like someone I know..." he then sniggers.

"Are you referring to me?" I raised my brow.

"I thought you were going to be an easy meal was surprised when you pulled out that dagger hahaha it made me interested, to be honest... I was so excited to taste you but you tried to kill me... "

"So what did you think when you first saw me?" I questioned.

"Meehh.." he rolled his eyes which made me scowl instantly but as soon as he saw my reaction, he chuckled adorably.

"Of course I'm kidding." He leaned down then starts kissing me on my cheeks. I giggled instantly, melting me from the sweetness of his gesture.

"I thought you're beautiful... for a human, you're too beautiful. But to be honest... I thought you're nothing special... that's why I wanted to drink your blood dry." he kissed my cheek and looked at me.

"But... here we are..." he added with a soft smile and a playful shrug.

"Here we are...." I repeated, smiling back at him.

Giving me this warm, fuzzy feeling inside, I whispered, "I love you." 

"Don't you ever get tired saying that?" He scoffs.

"No... Until I hear you admit it and say the words, I'll tell you I love you every day." I smiled and tip-toed, pulling him by the neck and peck his lips.

He then looked at me with a stern expression before he uttered, "My mother tells me she loves me every day... even if I'm a bad child, she tells me she loves me...but look what happened in the end..."

"I'm not like your mother..." I reached for his cheeks and caressed it gently, hoping that it could comfort him.

He just stared at me before pressing his lips again to mine. He kissed me so passionately before saying, "I don't trust anyone anymore."

He says it in a kind of way that made me feel like he was unsure. But the kiss that lingered in my lips says otherwise. It was passionate but a little shaky as if he was telling me he's scared to put his trust in me.

I'll prove to him that I'm not anything like her. I just need him to put his faith in me as I do now, my faith that soon, he'll change.

I don't need to ask him to trust me. I'll make him feel like I'm someone he could trust. 

That trust, once I have it, I will not break it.