His Dark Moon

The Declaration

Samuel

Rain pours from the atmosphere, it's past midnight when I arrive at my dark moon's apartment. I returned to the mansion after dinner to have a quick shower and drove to Luna's apartment to watch her sleep. Watching her sleep peacefully helps me calm my insides and brings my mind to peace.

I stand in front of the main door and remind myself that I should control myself from doing anything stupid. My dark moon must be sleeping right now which makes it effortless to sneak into her room.

She is a deep sleeper.

Strangely, she keeps the mood lamps on at night while she sleeps only in her oversized shirt. My di*k hardens merely by the thought of her in one of my shirts.

Shit, I shouldn't lose my control today.

I enter the passcode of the lock and quietly sneak inside. The living room is dim and shadowy, the only luminosity from the floor-to-ceiling windows on my right barely does anything to light the room. Rain pouring from the sky and colliding with the glass is the only sound heard. I almost look invisible in my black pants and a grey pullover. I glance around the space and all I find is furniture. No picture frames in sight or anything which represents her emotional attachment except for mood lamps and candles.

I stroll toward her bedroom, my footsteps barely audible, I twist the doorknob slowly.

Peeking in, I find her bedroom lit with a mood lamp, soft blue, green, and purple lights surrounding the room, and a slow but sad melody playing on the speakers. I turn my stare to the bed and find it empty.

I gaze at the bathroom but hear no sound or see light spilling from there.

I walk straight to the bed and brush my fingers on her pillow.

Where is she?

Weird thoughts fill my mind as I stand straight but still abruptly.

She is behind me.

Before I can even move, a kitchen knife is positioned at the side of my throat and a gun is pushed at my back where my heart resides.

Impressive.

I did expect her to fight back, but what I didn't expect was her setting a trap for me and trying to hunt me down like prey. She can try all she wants, but in the end, no one, not even god himself, can change the fact that she is mine. But, her catching me sneaking into her bedroom, is almost thrilling as hunting down my rivals. A strange sensation runs through my veins as I lift my hands in surrender.

"Who sent you?", she lets out coldly. Her voice was smooth like butter.

My heart beats so rapidly that I fear it will burst anytime, not because I am afraid she will fire or cut my throat, but because our first conversation is so arousing.

"No one commands me, my dark moon," I say, my voice deep and a smile plastering on my face.

"Why are you here?", her voice remains balanced but I know, deep down, she feels the tension too.

"To watch you sleep", I say honestly, my smile growing wider every minute, as I feel the confusion stuffing her insides.

Her hand which holds the knife at my throat shivers from the intensity, as I take the opportunity for defense.

I hold the knife, the sharp edge cutting into my palm, as I twist her and hold the gun at the same time. I push her to the bed with force, lie her flat on the mattress, and pin her hands above her head without giving her time to process, shifting her beneath me. I move my one hand to hold her both wrists down and shift my bloodied palm to cup her cheeks.

Her body is flushed against mine, her breasts squeezed against my chest leaving her no room for escape, her eyes comically wide, I feel her rapid heartbeat against my chest.

She begins to struggle underneath me and my grip on her tightens. She lets out a soft gasp when my hardness presses against her lower belly, and she stills, making me groan.

Fu*k.

I am so hard and needy for her that I already ache.

I give a firm squeeze to her wrists careful not to bruise her, and she slips her gun and the bloodied knife on the sheets.

"I'm not here to harm you, I'm ain't a threat so stop considering me one", I utter, my voice barely a whisper, my lips brush her ears like a lover's caress. I lean back and our eyes lock. My heart races from the intensity, something flickers in her eyes but disappears as soon as it arrived, her mask of indifference comes back to life as she glares my way.

"You", realization blanket her features, her eyes flare, her breath heavy.

"You remember me?"

"You were at the cafe staring at me like a hawk."

She noticed me but chose to ignore me.

"What do you want?" she demands before I can even frame a reply.

"You, my dark moon."

"You were mine the moment I saw you at the cafe, the moment our eyes met, the moment I saw your darkness. And I soon will make you mine." I declare looking into her eyes.

There is a beat of silence between us, the tension fills the air, the sound of rain, a soft melody, and our hearts beating rapidly in unison is the only thing heard.

I let go of her wrists and detach myself from her body, her warmth missing, I stand tall and gaze at her. The side of one of her cheeks and her chin are bloodied, she sits straight on the bed too stunned to even talk.

I move to the door to exit the room when she speaks again.

"You are delusional."

I chuckle at her comment, my dark moon doesn't want to admit that she is mine, but, deep down, in the corner of her mind somewhere, she knows that I am anything but delusional. I crane my neck to look into her eyes and her face says it all.

I smirk at her frame still frozen on the mattress, "You can deny and fight the inevitable all you want, but you will be mine nonetheless."

I walk out of the bedroom, with aching blue balls and a hard-on.

Fu*k me.