
Clean, clean, we’re both clean now, aren’t we?
“I know exactly what you’re talking about. I learned to shut it off,” she said, her voice low.
“I don’t want you shut off with me,” I said. “What they did to you isn’t what we do. Different…” I struggled to find the right words.
“I don’t want to be shut off anymore, and definitely not with you,” she breathed, her warm fingers opening over my cock once more, stroking.
In her hand my need grew ferocious. That familiar pressure cast its net over me, pulling, pulling…
I winced.
“What is it? Did I—”
I swallowed down the knot in my throat. “It starts burning with a hint of fear. The one time I’m supposed to be letting loose, I can’t.”
“I helped them do that to you,” she whispered, pulling back from me.
“No.” I grabbed onto her hands. “You’re the only one who understands. You were there. You were in all of that hell with me. You know.” I kissed her, my throat thick, my breath all fisted up in a knot. “I need you. Only you.”
“Justin—”
“You.”
“Let me change it for you.” She put my hands over her tits again, and my pulse hammered. Her small nipples were as hard as tiny stones against my skin.
“You’re so beautiful,” my voice quaked, like my rattling insides. Her face softened, a hint of a surprised, shy smile lighting up those incredible eyes.
Wild magic. All of it for me.
I’d never said nice things to a girl before. Never spoke during sex. To say what? Yeah, like that. Harder. Open more. But now I wanted to, I wanted to make Serena happy, make her smile with pleasure which made me lighter and warmer inside. I wanted to fill her with my tumbling thoughts, my crazy feelings. I couldn’t stop it.
Why should I?
I gently cupped a silky soft breast, and she whimpered and moved under my exploring touch. She leaned back, bringing my head closer to her breasts, offering her body to me.
“You don’t have to do anything. I know you think you do, but you don’t,” I whispered. “If you don’t want to, if you don’t want me—”
“Oh, Justin…” Her hands dug into my hair. “I feel and I want, and I want you. I want to be with you, make things better for you, and I want you to make things better for me. I want so much, so badly.”
“You want to live,” I whispered. I want to live too.
“Yes, yes…” She planted kisses on my forehead. “And I want you to feel good again.”
“We got plenty of time for that.”
“Do we? Really? We might only have tonight.”
“What are you talking about?”
“What if they find us? What if Tania turns out to be a psycho serial killer and murders us in our sleep with some lethal injections she’s got stashed in her bag? What if aliens land in South Dakota tonight and take over the world?”
I laughed, and she stroked my cock again.
“Oh fuck, Serena...” I slid my forehead against hers, my grip on her shoulders real tight. Overwhelmed.
“Let me have you. Please let me have you,” she murmured.
She slid down alongside me and took me in her mouth, and I let out a long hiss of air. It’d been so long, so long since I hadn’t dreaded being touched by a woman. So long since I’d wanted to come. Since Serena in that hellhole dungeon.
I was fucking coming tonight. I was unraveling.
“Serena...”
She sucked on me, her head moving between my legs. I pulled her new dark hair out of the way, and she moaned as I wound it tightly in my grip.
“Fuck yes, yes.” My insides roared, my every muscle was on fire straining with need. I wanted nothing more than to come at her will, to come the way she wanted me to. To spill myself inside her, and feel her take all of me in.
My heart pounded as my hips moved against her on some wild, animal instinct. There was no thinking now, only giving in, giving over. The swell of heat and excitement roared in my veins, only it tore at me, ripping. That familiar panic edged around my heart like a steel cage. The blade was at the ready, the spill of my blood.
A black fog filled my eyes. My skin was covered in a film of sweat, my neck twisted, my eyes jammed shut. “Stop. Stop.” I pulled back, and so did she. “I can’t. I start and then, there’s the knife and the—”
“Shh.” Her hand smoothed across my hot face. “Concentrate on my voice, on my body around you. Listen to me and take me. It’s just you and me here in this bed. You and me.”
She was saying it to herself as much as to me.
I swallowed hard. “Yeah, you and me.”
She turned on the bed and spread her legs. “Kiss me.”
I didn’t need to be convinced. I sank my mouth between her legs and relished the taste of her musky arousal that I knew so well. A narcotic filling my veins. I lapped at her slick flesh, taking in every detail, every throb and shudder and cry of her body. Thread by thread, ounce by ounce, I let go of that red-stained terror, the anxiety unchaining me, the shroud of pain lifting a few degrees more and more, fading.
Yes. Yes. This is better, so much better. Making her fly for me.
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“I still have the dreams, baby. Do you?
In mine, I plead and wait for your touch to come like it always did.
But it never does.
I strain against the iron, but you’re no longer there in the shadows.
I’m alone.
One single shard of deep dark hope was enough back then.
Not now.
My claws, your fangs have sunk deep.
Follow my trail of blood,
my trail of anger, desolation.
Am I the same man?
Soul dark,
Heart dense,
Blood fierce,
Purpose raw.
Flame burning.
Unrelenting.
Brewed on vengeance,
laced with tenderness,
my fury for you.”
Chained in brutal darkness, they fell in love. Free in the world, they were torn apart. Empires rise, empires fall, and still, she burns in his soul. But between them now runs a wild river of ambition, greed, and blood. So much blood. He’ll do anything for revenge, and she’ll do anything to protect him.
Love and vengeance are the same kind of savage...
*Warning: This work of fiction contains graphic violence, language, sex, and disturbing material some readers may find objectionable.
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