21. Chloe
Twenty-One
Chloe
“Tell me you want my cock inside your pussy.”
The words echo from far away, warbling as if they’re being transmitted through a staticky radio.
“I want your cock inside my pussy,” I hear myself say, but there’s no emotion in my voice.
It’s almost like someone is mimicking me, and it bothers me.
Who is pretending to be me?
The darkness that’s held me snug in its cold embrace begins to waver, shimmering and thinning.
“Tell me you need me, Chloe,” a man demands between grunts.
“I need you,” my imposter says automatically, their tone so flat and unemotional it’s robotic.
The man growls in displeasure. “Tell me you love me.”
“I love you.”
“Not good enough,” the man snaps. “Tell me you love me and fucking mean it.”
The three words are repeated, just as empty and disinterested as before. “I love you.”
“No, Chloe,” the man says harshly. “Try harder.”
I feel a flash of irritation, and I’m not sure if it’s mine or if it belongs to whoever is controlling my voice. “I love you.”
“I don’t fucking believe you,” the man says angrily, and I can understand his frustration.
Whoever is pretending to be me is a terrible actress. I don’t believe the words, either.
“ Look into my eyes ,” he commands.
Something hard tugs at the center of my chest.
“That’s good,” he purrs a moment later. “Yes, give me those eyes, beautiful. Now tell me you love me.”
My imposter huffs and grunts as if they’re doing something strenuous.
“I love you,” they mutter, and this time there’s emotion in their voice.
Fury bordering on hate.
It burns inside me, flaring and licking at the darkness.
“ No , look at me, dammit. Stop turning your face away. Give me your eyes, angel .”
The tug yanks on me and I’m almost pulled through to the other side.
My thighs clamp around something hard and my body stiffens, fighting the compulsion.
I don’t want to leave my darkness. I don’t want to leave the safety of not existing.
Existing is too painful.
If given a choice, I choose not to be .
“ Look at me, Chloe. Give me your eyes, goddammit. See me ,” the man nearly roars.
Phantom fingers wrap around my throat and I’m ripped into existence. Dragged through the veil, shaking and internally screaming.
Awareness of what my body has been doing without me crashes into me even as light and colors assault my eyes.
Too harsh, too bright.
Momentarily blinded, I become aware that I’m straddling a man. Straddling him and vigorously riding his cock. Bouncing up and down like my life depends on it.
I’ll die… fucking die if I don’t reach the release he keeps dangling just out of my reach.
“ Give me your fucking eyes ,” Asher snarls, the fingers he has wrapped around my throat tightening.
Unable to resist him, my eyes drop down, and two things happen at once.
Behind my ribs, there’s a sensation of something snapping into place.
And my sight returns.
At first, all I can see is his green eyes blazing up at me, filled with fiery rage.
He wants to kill me , I think to myself.
It should be a huge turnoff. It should cause my arousal to shrivel up into nothing. But it doesn’t. For whatever reason, it only further excites me.
Asher’s eyes widen ever so slightly in surprise and his nostrils flare. “Chloe?”
Pressing my knees down into the bed, I push up then slam down on him, the flesh of my ass smacking against his thighs.
The crown of his cock bumps against the entrance of my womb and my legs tremble with the force of my impending orgasm.
“Fuck,” Asher rasps.
The fury in his eyes melting into molten desire as I grind against him, rubbing my clit against his pubic bone.
It’s not enough though. My clit is pulsing, pushing me closer to relief, but there’s a spot buried inside me that’s aching for more.
When I push up on my knees again, Asher’s fingers loosen around my throat and he relaxes beneath me. “Yes, that’s it, love. Take what you need .”
I slam down again, doing my damnedest to take all of him. He’s so big and thick, though, I’m struggling.
“That’s a good angel,” Asher purrs. “Take me deep inside that tight little pussy.”
When I push up again, determined to take him harder and deeper, his fingers find my clit.
I freeze in place, squeezing my eyes shut in blissful agony. It feels good… so fucking good.
The way he knows just how to rub and press against the little bundle of pulsing nerves threatens to completely undo me.
But I crave something bigger…
Something more fulfilling.
Letting my weight drop, I take his hand down with me. His fingers continue to work me over, not missing a beat.
“You take my cock so good, Chloe,” Asher groans. “So fucking good, kitten. Your little pussy was made for me. Wasn’t it?”
I’d answer him if I had the breath, but I don’t. There’s no air to be had where I am. There’s only raw animal need.
It’s not your need , my brain tries to warn me. You should stop. You should demand to know why this is happening.
But I don’t care at this point. It didn’t start as my need, but it’s mine now.
I claim it, I own it, and I plan to see it through to the end.
Shoving up, I drop down and impale myself on Asher’s cock. Relishing the slight sting and burn of my walls stretching around his thickness.
“Yes, beautiful, that’s it,” Asher says as his big fingers continue to play with my clit. “You’re doing so good. Don’t stop. I know you can do it. Take every inch I have to give.”
I’m so drenched I can feel my desire soaking my thighs and his hand.
Ecstasy is close, teasing me with promise, and I could probably just stay like this and achieve it.
Asher’s fingertips press harder, circling faster, and drive me closer to oblivion.
But he told me not to stop. That I’m doing so good… and I want to please him.
A little needy whimper slips from my lips as my legs tremble around him with weakness.
One more push up.
All I need is one more push up and I can have everything I’ve ever wanted.
Gathering every ounce of strength I have left, I dig my knees into the mattress and rise. My pussy squeezing around him and dragging up his length.
Reaching the crown of his cock, I suck in a sharp breath, and close my eyes like I’m going to jump off a cliff.
Then I let go, giving myself over to gravity.
Falling back down, his cock drives into the very core of me.
Spreading me. Filling me.
When my ass crashes into his thighs, Asher’s fingers pinch my clit, ripping my orgasm out with a scream.
My nails claw at his chest, adding to the deep grooves I created earlier when I was completely mindless.
Words of adoration, of praise and love, pour from Asher’s mouth as I writhe and tremble on top of him. I hear them, but I don’t understand them.
Lost in the liquid bliss.
There’s so much of it, I swear it’s gushing out of me and all over him.
Uncaring if I’m still trapped in my throes or not, Asher grabs me by the hips and flips me onto my back.
Shoving my right knee up until it’s nearly touching my breast, he slams into me. “Fuck, I missed you.”
Spine arching, my nails dig deeper into his chest as I struggle to handle the intense jolt of pleasure he just drove into me.
My fluttering pussy confused by the sudden change.
Pulling back slowly, Asher growls and drops his chin. “You have no idea how much misery you put me through, Chloe. No fucking idea.”
He holds himself just inside my entrance, panting down at me.
“Do you, angel?” he asks, expecting an answer.
Reaching down, he grabs me by the chin and forces me to focus on him. “Do you know what you’ve done to me?”
My mind still foggy with ecstasy, I stare up at him before finally shaking my head.
Asher nods and releases my chin. “That’s what I thought.”
Bracing his hand beside my shoulder, he thrusts forward, plunging back in.
“Let me enlighten you, my love,” he grunts as he pumps his cock in and out of me.
“You’ve driven me completely insane with the need to be near you. To claim you. To protect you.”
Eyes capturing my eyes, he holds my gaze. Not even letting me blink as he drives himself into my body.
“So fucking insane, Chloe, just the thought of you gives me a raging hard-on,” he snarls, his hips picking up speed.
My blood begins to simmer again, slowly working up to a boil of need.
“And I think of you all the time.” Showing the tips of his fangs, he slams inside me so deep I feel his balls touching my ass. “I can’t go two minutes without thinking about you.”
Shoving my knee up until it’s actually touching my breast, more of his weight drops down on me. “Two minutes without thinking about being buried inside you.”
Asher pumps inside me a few times then growls. Somewhere behind my ribs I can feel an echo of his displeasure. He doesn’t like this position. I don’t know exactly how I know that…
I just know.
Somehow his emotions are starting to leak into me. His black, determined mood tainting my afterglow.
I got what I wanted, and now he wants his .
“I can’t go two fucking minutes without wanting to touch you.”
Grabbing the knee pushing into my breast, he throws my leg over his shoulder. “It’s madness. Fucking madness.”
The tiny, rational voice inside my head warns me that he’s planning something, and I’m just lying here, letting it happen.
Not fighting him.
I should probably fight him. Especially now that he’s got that look in his eyes…
That feral look that says he wants to destroy me and make me pay for every sin I’ve committed against him.
Pulling back a little, Asher’s hand finds my other knee and he lifts that leg. “And you made me wait .”
His eyes darken as his weight comes back down on top of me. Folding me in half. In this new position, I’m not only completely spread open, I’m utterly helpless.
And at his mercy.
Somehow, some way, I always end up at his mercy.
Because you like it , that annoying voice of mine points out.
I shove it away, not wanting to face that truth while its literally staring down at me.
Asher shakes his head a little as if he’s listening in on my internal monologue and losing his train of thought.
Then his attention zeroes in on me. “After twenty years of hunting you… Twenty years of dying every day to be near you…”
Chest heaving like he can’t get enough air to handle what he’s feeling, Asher looms above me. His eyes two daggers piercing through me with indescribable intensity.
Hands grabbing the bed beside my shoulders, I hear the sheet ripping, the fabric of the mattress shredding as he digs in his claws.
Using his grip to drive himself forward, he slams into me without hesitation, without mercy. Spearing me with his thickness like his cock is a weapon.
“You made me wait five more days!”
There should be pain. As hard as he just slammed into me, logically I know there should be pain.
My muscles tense, my legs trembling on his shoulders, expecting it to sink its teeth into me at any second.
But just like the dream, there’s only pleasure.
Intense, brain-melting pleasure that sweeps over me and tries to carry me away.
Pulling back, Asher slams into me again and again.
Not stopping.
“Five more fucking days for this .”
He doesn’t give me a chance to catch my breath. A chance to come to grips with all the sensations flooding through me.
He pounds his hips viciously against the back of my thighs, doing his best to fuck me through the bed.
It’s angry.
It’s violent.
And it’s only the beginning.
The bed creaks loudly under his abuse, the frame shuddering beneath his force.
But my body… my body holds up. My bones easily handling the impact. Even my sex takes to the hard pounding of his cock. Drenching him with my pleasure so he can glide in and out of me with ease.
Shedding the last of his control, I watch with a mixture of awe and fear as he fully lets go. The expression on his face darkening until it’s completely wild and untamed. Showing his true self.
The man is gone, what little of him there was left, and now I get to see the beast.
Hunching over me, his claws continue to rip at the mattress, sinking deeper for more purchase.
Then he unleashes everything he’s been saving up over these past few days.
His thrusting hips begin to crash into me with inhuman speed.
Moving so fast, they’re only a blur.
As quickly as everything is happening, my brain can’t keep up with my body. There’s a few seconds before the full force of what he’s pushing on me settles in.
And during those few breaths, I realize only I can handle him.
Only I can handle this , as he put it.
A human woman wouldn’t be able to take his strength or brutality. She wouldn’t be able to hold up under his power. Her bones would shatter and her body would break, buckling beneath him. It would be unbearable agony.
But I can.
I was born for this.
I was made for this.
This is my purpose.
As soon as that thought slithers through my brain, the pleasure hits me. Sweeping over me like a fucking tidal wave.
It’s indescribable.
Beyond earth-shattering, it’s life-changing.
My entire existence explodes. The sparks of my very being glittering in front of my eyes.
I thought when he sucked on my mark, nothing could be as incredible or mind-breaking. And I thought wrong.
This… this is everything.
This is what it feels like to die over and over.
To be reborn.
To be remade .
Nails digging into the back of his neck, the only place I can grab him, I try my best to hold on to him. Afraid I’ll fly off the face of the earth and hit the stars.
I swear if he wasn’t above me, weighing me down, I’d be lost. Floating and drifting away.
But his body acts as my anchor, keeping me in the here and now.
Trapped beneath him.
Caged in the whirlwind of our bodies truly meeting for the first time.
Until the bed suddenly lets out a loud groan of protest and the frame collapses.
My stomach jumps into my throat as we suddenly drop, the mattress crashing to the floor.
Pausing only long enough to grab the headboard before it falls on us, Asher’s eyes never leave my eyes.
His face a mask of rage over the interruption.
I sense if the bed was a living, breathing thing, he’d tear it to pieces for daring to stop what he’s been waiting almost a thousand years to do.
Whipping his arm back, he flings the headboard across the room to get it out of the way. Sending it crashing into a wall somewhere.
Before the wood of the headboard is done cracking and splintering, he’s hunched over me again.
Driving into me with a renewed purpose.
There will be completion.
There’s no pause in his rapid, supernatural thrusts.
No chance to grapple with what he’s doing to me.
Just a constant, never-ending barrage on my g-spot.
Open for me, he demands inside my head.
Not understanding what he wants, I cling to him, trying to survive the moment.
Behind my ribs I feel a weird kind of pressure, like I swallowed too much air, but I instinctually will it away.
Open for me, Chloe, he demands again .
But I still don’t understand. Am I not already open for him? Spread as wide as I am?
Does he want to split me in half?
Snarling in frustration, Asher pounds into me harder. His thrusts becoming vicious and brutal to match his irritation.
My body rocks beneath him, my nails sinking deeper into his skin to find my own purchase.
“Why must you fight me on everything?” he grunts with exertion.
The words I’m sorry spring to my lips but never make it past them because the pressure behind my ribs returns, increasing in intensity.
It annoys the hell out of me, and I try to make it go away with a push of my will. But it stubbornly refuses to budge. No matter hard how I try to shake it off or dislodge it, the feeling remains.
Driving me to distraction.
A smirk teases at Asher’s lips and the muscles in his arms flex as he redoubles his effort to fuck me past the very edge of sanity.
I glare at him, wondering if he knows what I’m experiencing.
Is he causing it somehow? Punishing me because I’m supposedly fighting him? I don’t even know what he thinks I’m—
My thoughts are cut short as Asher’s eyes gleam and he commands, “ Open for me, Chloe. Let me in. ”
The annoying pressure behind my ribs expands then bursts, shattering an invisible barrier I didn’t even know existed.
For one horrible, awful moment I’m open .
Open, vulnerable, and painfully exposed.
It’s worse than being naked.
It’s worse than having a vampire sniffing at my neck as a human.
It’s like my soul is hanging out for the whole world to see.
But it’s over quickly.
Before panic can overwhelm me, Asher is filling me up. Sliding into my jagged crack and making me whole again.
Where once there was emptiness… now there is him . He spreads throughout me, his essence warming all my cold, dark, and hollow spaces.
But he doesn’t stop at my empty parts. No, he moves and pushes me around until some of me is spilling out and flowing into him.
“ Yes ,” I hear him moan in delight.
Then I can feel it.
I can feel exactly what he’s feeling as I flow into him, completing him. I feel his arms straining with his weight. His fingers and claws hooked into the bed.
I feel what his cock feels as it slams into the grip of my walls, soaked with my wetness.
Not only am I being fucked, I’m doing the fucking.
It’s too much.
Experiencing both his pleasure and my pleasure at the same time is too much for me to handle.
The maelstrom that’s been circling around me finally sucks me into its unforgiving depths. My own pleasure yanks me beneath the surface, but it’s Asher’s impending orgasm that drags me choking and screaming into utter madness.
My core clamps down on his thickness and spasms.
His balls tighten up and his cock jerks a second before spilling inside me.
I can feel it all, and all at the same time.
My walls squeeze and milk every drop of my climax out of him while he pours out his very being.
Our two climaxes are very different, but they merge together and become one in my mind.
As I shudder and cry out from the force of coming undone and losing all control, he’s moaning and grinding deep, caught in the urgent rush of release.
It’s been years… hundreds and hundreds of years since he’s been able to come so hard. Since he’s been able to achieve true relief.
The heavy ache he’s been carrying around is gone. The burden unloaded in the fluttering grip of my pussy.
When it’s all done. When the spasms finally fade away and his cock squeezes out one last drop of cum, we stare at each other.
Complete.