Chapter 8 Singularity #5
The incubus drew from her so softly, she was barely aware of it. But as the purple in his eyes grew deeper and her limbs grew weary, she could focus on nothing else.
Cyrus felt her innocence give way under the rough spear of his cock as he entered her tight heat.
He felt her clench, pain shadowing her cherry-coated pleasure and turning it sour.
But the incubus was too far gone to stop himself.
Pain rippled through Rin’s hips and up her spine and to the very tips of her toes as he stilled inside her, chest slick with sweat, brushing against hers as he breathed her in. His body chain tickled her lower stomach.
"You’re so tight, Ves." The incubus’s lips nibbled along her neck, a hand on her hips, and the other kneading her aching, swollen breasts.
Rin released a stuttering moan as he shifted, feeling herself clench around him. "What are you waiting for?" she whispered. "Take me."
The incubus grinned around the side of her neck, and she wondered if she had just let free a beast.
"Gladly," he purred.
He pulled out of her, making her nearly dizzy, the tip of him brushing her entrance, before he slammed back into her in a desperate, hard motion. She gasped brokenly, tears prickling the corners of her eyes.
His pace was swift and punishing as he moved over her, inside her.
Rin grasped the incubus like he was the only thing left in the world, and in this moment, he was. She was on a foreign planet, had no one here who cared for her, and a male—an incubus—she didn’t know was inside her body.
Hot pleasure curled inside her lower belly, growing pressing and aching as he pounded into her.
Her thighs quivered from how she held them open, and her head fell back on the rumpled sheets, eyes squeezed shut and mouth parted as stuttered gasps fell from her lips in a series of desperate need and corrupted innocence.
He mumbled broken words against her damp flesh as he took from her and gave to her, in turn. Nipping, kissing, praising, cursing.
Pleasure rose and grabbed her by her throat, forcing her to bend to its will as she shattered before she could blink.
Her toes curled, her back arched, and a high, breathy sound was torn from inside her as she was forced into her release.
She rippled around him, squeezing him, and he ground deep inside her, sipping from her pleasure as he found his.
Warmth coated her insides as he pressed his face into her neck and inhaled. "God, you feel incredible," the incubus purred.
He was still inside her, and in the absence of rough desperation, she felt it all.
A place deep inside her ached fiercely, pain twisting with aftershocks of pleasure until she wasn’t sure where one ended and the other began.
Still, no tears spilled from her lash line—she held them all back.
The incubus pulled out of her, and she winced, feeling the warmth of his release trickle from inside her.
"You’re a virgin," he said—not a question.
Dazed, she blinked up at him. Had he been able to feel it?
"I’m not anymore," she countered softly.
An odd look passed over his features. Regret? Or something else.
Cy’s purple eyes were half-lidded, sated, as he grabbed her face and pressed his lips to hers, saying words that made her feel a strange sense of doom:
"I’ve missed you, doll. Let’s sleep. We’ll take more in the morning."
Rin wasn’t sure how long she lay there among the rumpled silk sheets. The incubus slept at her side, well-fed from what she had willingly given him in her search for oblivion.
Her body ached, her lips swollen.
The neon lights flickered over the dark room, and the incubus lay on his stomach, pale cheek pressed into the hotel pillow as he faced her, red hair rumpled and gems on his cheeks glittering—she wondered if they were real or fake…
Staring up at the ceiling, Rin’s mind whirled. He acted as though he knew her. In the club, she had thought it was a dream or hallucination, but it had been real. He said her name—partly, at least.
Ves.
Whispered against her lips, groaned as he came.
Her body was cold, shaking, and she couldn’t help the slight whimper that escaped her as she spotted the forget-me-nots on her nightstand.
She had given herself willingly, but now, in the aftermath, all she felt was hollow.
Oblivion had escaped her.
Rin couldn’t stay in this hotel room. Not after what she had done. Would she change it? She had no idea. She had found pleasure, found momentary escape in the incubus’s body, but she felt drained and trembling, cold and desperate.
She stood, the chilly air brushing her naked skin as she padded to her suitcase, grabbing her uniform.
Her steps were awkward with the ache between her thighs, each footfall making her wince.
She used her discarded panties to wipe the inside of her thighs clean, finding streaks of red there—proof of her innocence—mingling with the white of his release.
Her heart clenched, and she threw the panties on the hotel room floor, dressing quickly.
She was just aware enough to be thankful she took birth control regularly; though, Cy hadn’t asked.
She wasn’t even sure how pregnancies worked with humans and incubi.
Rin grabbed her holster, tucking her Echogun into the harness around her waist, and stopped at the door to stare at the sleeping incubus.
His face was peaceful in sleep, red hair interspersed with bits of blue, green, and purple from the lights coming through the window.
The black sheets were pooled around his waist. From a distance, she was able to appreciate his body.
His skin, pale and smooth, was made to entice. And Rin had fallen for his trap.
She swallowed, and into the quiet of the hotel room, she said, "I hope you forget about this. I won’t." It was a plea, an admission, and a curse, all at once.