Chapter 26 #2
I let her settle down a bit. It’s like when stalking a victim, you give them a moment of false safety only to seize the opportunity the first second they try to flee. It makes the hunt so much better. Biting on her sensitive mound once again, I suck it raw between my lips until I see her flat stomach frenetically moving; it's her body tensing up again to give way to release.“Tsk, tsk,”
I warn, taking my lips off her and going straight up on top of her until my eyes level with hers. “Are you ready to ask?”
Of course, she doesn't answer, just tilts her head to the side, like she doesn't even want to see me. Have it her way; I can play this game, especially since her reaction awakens the monsters inside me. To be honest, I don’t want her to make things easy. I want us both to suffer, bleed, and sweat for our love.
She seems scared, even if I know she isn't truly so. She’s probably anxious, confused, aroused, and on the verge of losing her fucking mind, but certainly not more afraid of me than she is of herself. And that makes my clothes a very uncomfortable space to be in. With one hand, I grab my shirt from the back, then pull it over my head, and toss it on the floor. “Come here,”
I snarl, grabbing her jaw, and forcing her to face me so I can taste that sweet mouth of hers.
She resists me at first, but I am not in the mood for negotiations anymore.
My kisses are demanding, biting her lips every time she tries to fight me until she finally obeys.
Our tongues battle until I feel her kissing me with the same passion I kiss her.
And then I stop—not completely, just enough to let her take the lead, even though she doesn't realize she's doing it.
Now she's the one biting my lips while letting her sweet moans echo down my throat .
The devil just ended up in heaven.
Her need for me ignites me like fire. I can hear it, sense it, taste it in every single heartbeat. It’s like a siren’s song, seducing me to the extent of madness, and making me surrender to whatever spell she casts on me. I might be a god, but I’m just a weak man in front of her.
I soon abandon her lips, avoiding losing my mind completely, only to hear her moan as I move to explore her body.
She's like a hallucination, something I never thought possible.
Her skin is so soft that I can’t help myself, covering every inch of it with my tongue, and her breasts are so magnetically alluring that I can't stop until I leave my marks all over them.
I can feel her knees poking into the sides of my waist as I nibble and roughly suck her nipples inside my mouth.
She's melting in my arms, and I don't care anymore if she admits it out loud or not.Control is slipping away from me.
I let primordial need replace it, and I am claiming her body as the last frontier that's standing between me and supreme bliss.
My cock has lost all patience, making me rise on my knees to push my jeans down.
That definitely gets her attention.
Whether she wants it or not; her eyes are now locked below my waistline.
And since she's watching, I'm going to give her something to watch.
I drag the waistband of my boxers down, releasing my throbbing cock.
I'm so hard that I feel it's made of fucking steel, every single one of my veins pumping with excitement.
Sliding my hand over my shaft a few times so she can get a better look at the piercings on my tip, I manage to capture all her attention.
She's going to be biting the pillows when she feels them inside.
But for now, I'm feeding myself with the way her eyes sparkle, and her breath almost catches as she looks at me.
“Now, I'm mad at myself.
I should have kept Nick alive and made him watch me fuck you,”
I hiss as I lean my body over hers.
I'm expecting her to be mad.
Maybe say something back and test my patience.
Right now I would love my patience to be tested because I wouldn’t be able to hold back, and I would send us both rocketing into the galaxy where we’d become stars, forever shining in the same sky.
As if she knows the danger lurking, she doesn’t snap back—not a single word.
Instead, she just arches into the pillows, breathlessly expecting me to do it—to fuck her.
Nick is long gone from her mind, and all that's left of him is some trace of guilt on her conscience which I will eventually erase.
No matter what she says from now on, this is the only truth I accept.
Holding my throbbing limb with one hand, I rub my head against her wet cunt without sliding in just yet.
I need to see how impatient she gets to have me there, and she doesn't wait to deliver.
Her eyes widen, feeling the metal of my piercings sliding on her skin in taunting circles.
She looks so fucking delicious that I can barely stop myself from thrusting straight into her.
I continue to tease her smooth skin until she's unable to control her moans.
My lips come closer to hers so I can feel the vibrations of the sounds she makes.
I’m like a bee sipping nectar, and hers is the sweetest I’ve ever tasted.
She can't stop herself from trembling beneath me.
Her mouth begins to move against mine, as if she's begging me to fuck her.I want to keep my calm, but the more I try, the more I lose any control I ever had.
One of my hands goes straight to her hips to steady them for a second, while I slide myself straight inside of her.
The move is rough, but awakening, and from the way she's pulling at her bonds, she feels every inch of me conquering her.
Fuck, it seemed like an eternity to get here, and now that I’ve had a taste of how tight she feels around my cock, I never want to leave. I never fucking felt like this before; I’ve never needed someone like this before, like I wouldn't be able to breathe without her next to me. I’m a madman just at the thought that one day she might not be next to me, insanity prowling at my already psychotic mind.
I don't even have the patience to plan my actions anymore; I'm almost feral as I start kissing, or maybe even biting her lips, while my hips are moving on instinct, burying myself inside of her. “You're so fucking beautiful when you take my cock.”
I know she's blushing without even looking, and I don't care. I want her flustered, blushed, and marked by me. I'm not even trying to be gentle;
my hands dig deep into her flesh, squeezing her breast and pinching her nipples, knowing that with every touch, the uncontrollable throbbing between her legs is growing closer to a storm.
I'm not going to give her any breaks; I want her to be perfectly aware of what I'm doing to her, of the destruction I’m able to cause.
“How do I feel inside you?”
I ask, bringing the thought to dawn on her. I know exactly how I feel inside her, and how she feels about me. But that doesn't mean I don't want to hear it from her. “Answer!”
I demand, even though I know she won’t let out a single word. I can see it from her defying gaze. I know it's enough to get her to think about what it really means—how intoxicating it is to be mine.
In her last attempts to cling to her past, she tries to disguise her emotions and keep herself from showing me what I'm really doing to her.
Yet not one of her efforts can even come close to sufficing. Her body jolts involuntarily, and her skin is covered in goosebumps every time my teeth graze its surface. Make no mistake, her old world ends tonight. Everything she used to know and love will be replaced by me. My body. My scent. My presence. My darkness.
I abandon her lips several times to explore the delicate line of her neck, then eagerly return to feel her panting breath every time I pick up the pace.
I wanted to stall things and play with her for a while, but my body was consumed by need. It's not even for release. It’s the need to be joined with her, to know that she is mine to the last extent, even if I'm perfectly aware I don't own her soul yet . “Mine,”
I find myself whispering in her ear, my body moving on its own, and my lips exploring her skin like I'm going to die of thirst if I don't feel its softness against them.
Spreading her legs wider, I drape them over my back, grabbing both of her ass cheeks and crashing her into me until there’s no space between us. I'm so deep inside her by now that I can't even tell where I end and she begins. And I don't want to, because it feels like we’re one.
“Mine,”
I say it again, but louder this time, and I sense her trying to push me away; her pussy only tightening even harder around my cock. She's rejecting the thought, but her body welcomes it, the same way it will welcome every single orgasm I will allow it to have.
“Mine,”
this time I roar, and I see her lips gently open as she is trying to fight the waves of ecstasy building inside of her.
She shouldn't worry about an orgasm, because I'm not going to let her go there. Not until she asks.
I thrust a few more times inside of her while I bite my mark into her, right over her collarbone. Red marks decorate her fragile skin now as I tie another knot in our bond. Mine! And just when I feel her on the verge of coming, I pull out. A long gasp escapes her lips as I send her from the peaks of ecstasy to sheer agony. She wants more, but I won’t let her find her release unless she's going to confront her desires and ask it of me.
Her wide eyes glare at me, her breath a hot mess as she's trying to still herself. Little does she know I'm just getting warmed up. I'm so, so fucking far from being done with her.
Getting down from the top of her, I make my way onto the bed until my back is pressed against the headrest. Then I pull her in my arms until I'm in a sitting position, and she's on top of me, her hands still tied to the bed so that we're facing each other, her thighs straddling my waist.
I’ve never enjoyed a woman riding me. It has something to do with control, and I'm not a man to ever be deprived of it. But I am willing to give it a try with Serena, especially since I want to prove my point—she wants me as badly as I want her. It’s just a matter of accepting her own emotions.
With nowhere to escape me, she's still trying to move left and right like she wants to do so. Damn, she's going to drive me totally insane. My hands roll to her hips, and she's trying to pull away like she wasn't waiting for her ecstasy just a few seconds ago. She still seems in the mood for playing the victim, and I'm always in the mood to fulfill any kind of fantasies she has.
I pull her into me, my hard cock claiming her pussy as I slam her so hard against my crotch that her beautiful, round breasts bounce against me.
Now, I know I need another taste of them, and since her head is turned to the side so that I won't reach her lips, I go for the next best thing—her nipples.
I am irremediably addicted to how they harden and shift in the presence of my hungry mouth on them.
But mostly I'm addicted to how she reacts to the slight shivers of pain as I bite them.
Her pussy clenches around my cock every time I do that, making my own balls tighten with melting pleasure.
She's still refusing to budge, yet she feels so light in my hands that I make no effort to move her as I please, slamming her into me a couple of times until I get her knees to buckle into the mattress, and her hips to mold on my fingers. Any sign of repression slackens as her breath becomes shallow, almost disrupted, while I continue to kiss her neck and move her on top of me, grinding my steel cock into her slick core.
I keep her there, establishing a more sensual pace, but not enough to get her to her orgasm. I want her to work for it. I want her to want it, and to admit to herself that she does.
“Mine,”
I whisper again, moving my lips from her collarbone back to her breasts while I force her hips to move on top of me. Except I realize I'm not forcing her anymore. With each move, she's searching for what she needs most, claiming my cock the way I’ve wanted her to do all along. I don't tell her, not yet; just let her use me for a little longer, although I have a problem with this, even when it comes to her.It mentally helps that I’m still the one controlling this game, but my body isn’t used to being subdued, and that makes every single one of my veins ready to explode.
Inhaling deeply, I take the final step to no return. Her eyes are tightly closed, and her flat stomach dances against my own as I let my hands slide from her hips without her even noticing it. Serena doesn't stop but moves even faster, trying to find the pace that will get her release. She’s at my mercy now.
Still, some kind of dormant need to still be the one bringing her to ecstasy kicks in. I can't help myself and draw my fingers on her clit,making a loud moan escape her lips but also getting her eyes to open the very next second.
I gaze straight at Set; his piercing, dark eyes glare at me like he expects a reaction. Only I have none. I just freeze, suddenly realizing that he's not using me anymore. I'm using him.
“Don't you dare fucking stop now,”
he warns me, raising one of his hands on my hips again. It’s not for making me ride him. It’s just for making sure I don't run away—which I can't deny crosses my mind. But my body wouldn't let me. It's like he did something to me that turned me into a junkie when it comes to him. Maybe it's that damn piercing. I don't even know, but as soon as my body starts moving again, I know I don't want to stop.I don’t fucking ever want to stop.
“That's it, Ya’amar, ride my cock. Be mine,”
he whispers, making me even more aware of what I'm doing, and of how fucked up I am at this moment. But also about how little I’ve come to care about any sense of morality I used to value. This is so unlike me. I should have asked him to leave when he offered. I wanted to do it, but I just couldn't. It wasn't because I feared what he could do to me. It was because I felt he might actually keep his word and leave.
He was right. I don't want to take responsibility for asking him to fuck me. But I did want so badly for it to happen. Maybe I'm a coward for not admitting the truth, or maybe I'm just afraid the truth will break me. And now I’ve fallen straight into his trap again. He lured me into moving against him, dropping me into a hamster wheel that just wouldn't stop. One that I don't want to stop.
Without any remorse or any other thought in this second, I'm shamelessly searching to ease the tormenting need that's built up in my core.
I don't even care about the loud sounds I make as I bounce up and down him.
My wrists are still tied to the bed, and the devil between my arms, biting and sucking on my breasts like if he stops, the whole world would come crashing down on us.
My incoming orgasm intensifies.
I feel it seconds away, building up with every single one of my moves, heightening with every circle of Set’s fingers around my clit.
I'm just about to burst into a million pieces when I feel his hands locking on my hips, raising me in the air just enough so he can slip out of me.
I snarl in frustration, knowing exactly what he wants—for me to ask.
But I'm not delusional enough to do it. I'll probably spend the rest of the night crawling on the bed with pulsing ovaries, but I'm not going to ask him to make me come.
Of course, that's exactly what he expects. “You just have to ask,”
he whispers, like plunging a knife into my heart.
This is going to be a very long night.
Jerking my hips, I try to get away from the grip of his hands, but he won't let me budge, and especially he won’t let me use him to get any kind of satisfaction. He’s already reached his goal of making me so needy for him. So, he lifts me completely off him, pushing my back against the pillows once more while he’s making room between my legs.
Okay, maybe I don't even need to come. I only need to feel him inside me again. It's way better than what I'm feeling now—hollow, empty, craving him.
As if picking up on my thoughts, and my growing frustration, he slides inside. His mouth claims mine at the same time as his cock claims my pussy.His kisses aren't gentle. He's both biting and kissing me while my body jolts in ecstasy, making me realize how badly I missed him in the few seconds that he was gone.
I don't want to enjoy it, but I can't help myself from doing it.
“You're mine,”
he growls like a madman over and over again, until those words seem to gain power over me. It's like each time he says it, I can't wait for him to say it again. It’s the possessiveness within them, the tone of a man you can't refuse. And I can't stop myself from reacting to it. I seem to be melting into the mattress beneath me, while common sense tells me to fight him. I even feel a tear forming in the corner of my eyes, knowing how wrong this is and how there's no coming back from this. From him.
What the fuck am I doing?
I'm suddenly having an internal fight, knowing that I should reject him. I even try to push myself on my elbows, to get away. But it only gets him more ignited. Catching my hips between the strength of his palms, he pins me to the mattress; his mouth going straight to one of my nipples, catching it between his teeth, and sucking so roughly that this time I can't stop myself from trying to push him away.
The pain yanks a whine out of my lips, and I feel him wrapping a hand over my wrists as they fight against the belt that secures them above my head. My vision even goes blurry for a short second as the pain seems to form a straight line down to my core, turning there into something else—a coil of pleasure that's almost making my inner walls shiver.
And by the smile on Set's lips, he already knows it.
I hate him so fucking badly.
At the same time, there's something within me that barely holds me back from kissing him.
He knows that too, because the next thing he does is crash his lips on mine. Guilt from letting them move against mine with such ease floods me, so I fight back, biting as hard as I can on his bottom lip until a coopery taste fills my mouth.
I'm expecting him to stop, maybe even to be infuriated and end me on spot. I’m starting to believe I died anyway because nothing of my old self remains to inhabit my body.
Instead of anger, I feel the same smile blooming on his lips, while he's still kissing me. “You learn quickly.”
He bites me back, not with the same intensity, but enough for me to tense beneath him. Then his tongue gently brushes over my lips, like he's trying to soothe them with that damn piercing. I wish it wasn't working, but it does. It's beginning to make me love that little piece of metal that he wields so skillfully, and as I think about it, I'm acutely aware of his other piercing. And yes, it does feel magic , as the magic cross on his head moves against my walls, hitting spots I never knew existed.
I’m starting to believe that if I were ever free from him, my next boyfriend's checklist has to include tongue piercings and magic cross piercings.
But, who am I kidding? There will be no next boyfriend. I will never be free of Set. And worse, I'm going to lose my soul tonight, or at least I'm going to be left with some mental trauma from this, just not the way I imagined it. He's probably going to fuck me unconscious, and I'm going to live for every second of it.
I know I'm confused. What I no longer know is what the hell I want to do or not to do anymore. The more time I spend feeling him burying himself to the hilt inside of me, the more I crave this mind-blowing pussy tightening sex to be on repeat every night for the rest of my life. It isn't slow or soft. It's hard and rough, demanding and consuming as his hips dig between my legs and my hands get friction burn from pulling on his belt that keeps them tied to the bedpost.
I feel like I'm going to break, or at least suffer some serious internal damage if he won't let me come this time. There's a pain threatening to destroy my lower belly, and my core is primed to let go when he stops again. I can't even control my frustration anymore, and a long whine leaves my lips while my hips try to move from beneath him and get the release I need so badly.
I was so fucking close.
I’d bet all my money it would only take one more move to end my misery, but his hands lock my hips to the mattress, pinning me down so I don't budge another inch.
“Ask me to let you come... and ask nicely because you kept me waiting,”
he kisses the words down on my lips.
I could very well kill him in these moments, but my body has other plans. “Please,”
I beg against my will. It's my pussy that controls me right now, leaving all shame and pride aside and asking for the devil to take my soul.
“Nicer,”
he smirks, his arrogance palpable.
I can't even fight him back. I ignore any kind of self-esteem I might have left, and just murmur another plea, “Set, please make me come.”
More desperate this time, more needy, and far more passionate.
“Dirtier!”
he demands, knowing that I have no other choice than to follow his order.
“Set, I want you to fuck me until I come.”
I shred my pride along with what’s left of my sanity.
Ironically, despite my plea, he stops completely. His hands reach the belt that's keeping my wrists in place, opening it.
“You have such incredible power over me when you ask for my cock.”The bastard wants me to know that this is happening out of my own will. He wants to erase any kind of doubt that I don't want this as much as he does.
I don't even care at this point. My hands wrap around his broad neck as I feel him surging deeper within me.
There is a certain look in his eyes, one that was never there before.
It's not the arrogance he usually displays; it's relief; he finally let down his mask, as if I’ve just freed him.
A groan that almost scares me echoes in my ears as he starts thrusting inside me; his mouth running up and down my collarbone.
I have no idea how I got here, but it feels so fucking right that even I can't deny it.
His hips dig into me, burying himself to the hilt, while that piercing does more damage to my body than a category 5 hurricane.
I feel like the bed is going to break beneath us, and my hands grab onto his arms, needing to keep some kind of balance.
Taking a glimpse at my fingers, I see them digging into the inked skin of his back.
Maybe because of the shock or the incoming high, but I think I see his tattoos coming to life.
I glare toward a mirror that catches half of the bed.
And no, I don't want to look at myself having sex, but I do use it to look at Set as he is consuming me.
I thought I might be crazy, but his tattoos are really moving.
What seems to be hieroglyphs are spinning in circles, and some dark creatures catch life, changing shape as they turn from gargoyles to demons.
I thought I was crazy or perhaps hallucinating that night after the heist.
Maybe I'm even hallucinating now, but I can't take my eyes away from the mirror.
That is until I feel my body caving in, and I come around him so hard that it yanks the oxygen out of my lungs.
Still, it leaves me just enough air to cry out, “Set, please... oh, God.”
“There's no use crying for your God. Not even he can save you from the devil's son.”
He thrusts harder like he's ripping me in half and putting me back together piece by piece.“Mine,”
he snarls, moving a couple more times inside of me, where my core is pulsing so hard I'm starting to think the damn thing will soon leave me unconscious.
“Yours,”
I let the word flow like a whisper that he seals with a kiss, keeping it there, and making it true with each swirl of his tongue as I feel his cock twitch right before he fills me up with his release.
He feels so big right now that I'm starting to think he just hit the pit of my stomach.
My feet are wobbly, and so is my body.
Even holding myself together seems impossible.
He was right; this was something to beg for.
My eyes close for a few seconds, and I feel Set arranging himself next to me without getting completely off me.
Half of his upper body is still hovering over me while his long fingers stroke and take drifting strands of my hair away from my face.
I'm so tired that I want to go to sleep instantly. Or maybe I just want to run away from everything that just happened, away from what this really means.
Set keeps me next to him for long moments while he keeps playing in my hair, and his hands slip from time to time over my body to brush against my already goosebumped skin.
It feels good. Too good. The wrong kind of good.
But I don't do anything to stop it; I just lie there with my eyes closed, hoping that maybe I will fall asleep, and wake up with a much clearer judgment.
Although my plans seem to interfere with Set’s, “I'll let you rest for a few more moments, but don't you dare to fall asleep on me. I'm not nearly done with you for the night.”