Broken Souls (Book of Shadows)

Fourteen

Fourteen

HER

I’m on that verge of wake and sleep, that dreamlike state where reality hasn’t yet quite dug its harsh fingers into me. Something feathers across my skin, igniting pleasure along my nerves, waking them up but only just – aware but not awake. That something dances along my body, touching me here, touching me there. I sigh in pleasure, but that pleasure isn’t chased. Isn’t sought. I’m not waiting for the next touch on my body. I’m not anticipating. I’m just existing.

Just existing in this beautiful, delicious state of pleasure.

And then that something moves me onto my back, and I go with it without resistance; I’m just being exactly what it wants. Because fuck, it feels so damn good.

I’m rocking back and forth now, like a paper boat in a creek, the gentle movements of the current controlling my entire world. And it is pulling...pulling...pulling me away from the streams of the dreamworld and into the rivers of the living.

My eyes slowly opening, I find my chastity belt has been removed and Varius’ dick is already inside me.

I groan as that pleasure I was feeling before intensifies as I focus on it, chase it. Capture it between my thighs as he rocks into me slowly. I’m not as wet as I normally am, so I can feel him rubbing against every inch of my pussy. A slow pull out. A deep ram in.

“Varius?” I ask as my hands come up to press against his chest.

“Sorry, little monster,” he says, going as deep as he can. He holds it there for a second, then pulls back. “I couldn’t wait.”

“It’s okay. I –”

He groans, and one thrust later, he comes inside of me. Wrapping my arms around him, I hold him as he shudders through the strength of his orgasm. He pants above me, and I crane my neck up to look at him. His eyes are closed, but there is so much pain in his face, and I know he’s been to see his mother.

“Are you okay?” I murmur, reaching up to run my hand through his hair.

His eyes open.

He looks at me.

And for a moment, there aren’t any walls between us.

Until there are.

Rolling off me, he pushes me onto my side so my back’s facing him. Then he rubs his dick between my lips, pushes it in, and wraps an arm around me, pinning me to his chest.

“She knows to leave you alone,” he murmurs.

I frown. “I’m sorry for causing a fight between you two. Did she say why she did it?”

“Yes.”

I wait for him to elaborate.

But he never does.

My heart heavy, I wrap both my hands around the one he has across my chest. He doesn’t trust me again yet. Maybe he never trusted me to begin with. He is, after all, Varius fucking Shadow.

A paranoid man.

A dangerous man.

A broken man pretending he isn’t.

Snuggling against his chest, I close my eyes and hope like hel that the broken pieces of me can slot into the broken chasms of him, and together we can be whole.

Knowing he won’t be able to fall asleep until I do, I focus on my breathing. In. Then out. In...then out…