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Mark's heart raced. Amber's sultry chuckles echoed in the dim motel room, her smile brightening the shadows. The Chicago city life buzzed outside, unaware of his turmoil.
She pushed him down onto the bed, crawling on top of him and capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.
God, he wanted her so bad. He craved her warmth. He had for so long now since they had been together.
Amber was a vixen in truth. She had toyed with him, making him play this cat and mouse chase for over a year before they had finally gotten together.
Mark assumed he would’ve grown bored once the chase was up but she somehow managed to always hold his interest.
On the surface she presented herself as this golden angel, who helped the needy. Who cared about the environment and the world's problems.
Below the surface though, she was a dark enchantress.
She manipulated people to get what she wanted. Framed them if she didn’t like them. She was an intelligent little witch who had to always be right.
She had dropped off a cliff to prove he was Invincible and when he went to catch her, it turned out there was a ledge she was safely stood on. Her arms folded in the success of proving her thesis right.
She was twisted really.
She liked the danger of dating the most powerful being on the planet.
She liked hearing his tales of him ripping villains to shreds.
She was a siren who enchanted him often with her lullaby so much they hadn’t even had sex yet. She had him wrapped around her finger and strangely, he loved every second of it.
There was surprisingly still a soft side to her though. One that pulled him into her allure even further.
It was the gentle way she’d cup his chin and leave lingering kisses on his lips, so he’d think of her before he went to sleep or the way she’d gently clean the cuts he’d get if he was fighting a particularly powerful villain. Sometimes it was the way she would caress his skin mindlessly or her glistening green eyes would stare into his, all doe like and vulnerable when they had the odd soft moment between them.
It was strange how endearing in felt sometimes to have the softness between them. How pulled he was by it as much as he was by her darkness.
William had once dared to suggest it was love. He had threatened to rip his head off. William never spoke that word to him again but sometimes Mark wondered if that’s what they had.
He had fooled around with many others, and he never been like this. Rex, William, Rae, Kate, Eve, countless others.
He had them and then he had left them. With the exception of William who for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to be rid of.
Still there was something about Amber that made him incredibly attached and he surprisingly didn’t hate it.
But darkness gnawed at his thoughts—an insatiable hunger he couldn’t ignore.
Amber leaned in closer, eyes sparkling with mischief, her finger caressing his chest.
“Are you okay?” she asked, sensing his tension.
He swallowed hard, torn between desire and dread.
One moment, he could feel her heartbeat; the next, he imagined the taste of ripping it out of her chest.
He had tasted flesh only once before, when he was a child and had watched his mother be murdered by his father.
Hatred and anger had spurred him to attack his father there and then.
It was a battle he almost lost until the opportunity to rip his father’s throat out with his teeth had presented itself to him and he had taken it.
His father let him go and he had dropped to the floor regaining enough of his senses to watch his father hold onto his neck trying to staunch the blood flow as he stumbled around and collapsed falling face flat to the floor lying in a pool of his own blood.
Mark had sat there with no emotion other than the high of the animalistic kill he had committed, the taste of his father's blood and flesh sizzling in his mouth and Mark in that moment had felt more alive than he ever had using his powers.
In that moment he wanted to taste more.
It all came crashing down on him when the GDA took him from his home though. Him being a minor, both his parents dead.
Suddenly he became cold inside, and Cecil did his best to turn him into a weapon. A weapon that fuelled the hidden darkness inside of him that he did his very best to curb from the prying eyes of the GDA, who pretended like they treated him well but really were trying to keep him on a leash.
Mark had to manipulate his way into having the freedom to even continue “normal life” by going to school, still hanging out with William and eventually dating Amber.
Amber who blurred the lines of that darkness.
Every kiss from her was magnetic. Every touch from her was electrifying and every thought of her was terrifying because he wanted to taste her more than anything. More than anyone in the whole world.
He wanted to succumb to the dark urges he felt about her and that scared him because it was so strong yet his desire to not lose her was strong too and thus it was a constant battle of his desires and will.
He pulled her down kissing her instead of answering her question, pulled in the heat of the moment, by the softness of her lips and the fire in his soul.
She had no idea what she did to him. How much he wanted to taste her. Taste her.
Taste!
“AHHHHHH! Mark! You bit me!” Cried Amber holding onto her bleeding lip.
Blood drizzled down his throat like a vintage wine.
She tasted sublime.