Chapter 41 Estella #4
“You take it so well… you always do,” he murmurs, lips pressing a soft, short kiss against my jawline, sending my brain into static. “Such a good girl.”
Praise spills from his mouth like a litany, each word sending another surge of delirium through my body. Every syllable drives me deeper, urging me to give more, to take more.
I missed this so much.
Inch by inch, he buries himself inside me, stretching me wide, sending my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I pant, hands moving and digging into the taut planes of his back, nails raking over skin, both clinging and bracing against the deliciously agonizing pressure.
“Just like that, take it all on me,” he coos, lips tracing a path along my jaw. “Sink those nails deep while I fuck you, baby.”
A wicked impulse sparks inside me. Without thinking, I lean forward, teeth sinking into the firm flesh of his shoulder. A tremor runs through his body, his hips thrusting hard into me in response, and I yelp, releasing the bite and flicking my tongue across the spot.
When I pull back, our eyes lock, the same feral hunger flashing in both of us.
Chests heaving in tandem, I hold him tight as he drives into me harder, faster, growing more relentless.
I love the way his gaze traces me, fiery orbs searching every corner of my soul, looking for what he’s lacked all this time.
The room fills with a symphony of wet, desperate sounds—my moans, his low groans, the bed creaking under the force of us. My eyes threaten to cross as he hammers that one spot again and again, dragging me closer to the edge for the second time tonight.
My nails scrape across his back, shoulders, then chest, my body going feral with need.
The wet heat pooling between my legs claws at me, unbearable in its intensity, clashing exquisitely with the pleasure his cock drives inside me, creating a storm so potent it feels like I’m falling into another dimension.
His arm snakes around my waist, lifting me higher, my ass arching off the mattress. A scream tears from my throat as I wrap my legs around him, feeling him sink into me even deeper, every thrust igniting every nerve in my body.
“Dante!” I gasp, hands fisting the sheets as he begins to drive into me deeper and rougher.
My body quivers under him, every nerve alight, every inch of me ablaze.
My eyes roll uncontrollably as the pressure coils low in my stomach, building into a firestorm far stronger than before.
Waves of electric warmth surge through me, making my toes curl, my hips tremble, my mind reel.
Ripped moans and whimpers tear from my throat as I press myself into him, forcing his hips closer, desperate to ride the edge.
His hands grip my legs with an iron force, fingers digging into my sensitive skin, and before I can react, he pulls me off his waist, shoving my legs onto the bed.
My eyes widen in shock, and in the blink of an instant, he withdraws and slams my back into the mattress.
My thighs clamp shut instinctively as a jolt of agony courses through me, a tidal wave of sensation that makes my eyes squeeze shut until the pain cuts through to raw ecstasy.
A strangled cry escapes my lips, mingling with his feral growl as he slaps his cock onto my pussy, spilling ropes of hot cum across my slick folds.
The sensation is maddening, each thread of him igniting skittering sparks of pleasure. Still poised at the edge, I decide to seek my own release, enjoying the rhythmic pull of his muscles tightening and loosening.
My legs clench, and my hips jerk, rolling against him as the orgasm crashes back with blinding force, tearing through my senses in a prolonged burst. My ass lifts off the bed as I ride the waves, small whimpers escaping my chest as tears slide down my flushed cheeks.
He leans over, fingers rough against my wet, flushed skin, swiping away my tears. “Mmmm, so fucking beautiful,” he croons. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
I open my mouth to say something when a gasp catches in my throat as he presses two fingers on my pussy, slowly gathering his cum. The teasing twists through me, sparking shivers that race along every nerve, igniting my body from head to toe.
“Open that pretty mouth for me,” he commands roughly.
My cheeks burn crimson as I comply, my jaw trembling while I part my lips.
He hums softly in approval, pressing the tips of his fingers onto my tongue and gliding them deeper.
I wrap my lips around them, hollowing my cheeks and sucking eagerly, tasting him with a gleaming satisfaction in my eyes.
A unique flavor blooms across my tongue before I swallow, muffled moans escaping as the pleasure sets fire to every vein and sinew. He pulls back, leaving a trail of saliva glistening on my lips, and my tongue snakes out instinctively, licking them clean.
No words could capture this hunger. Madness lingers at the edges of our desire, but it tastes too potent, feels too perfect to ever question.
Dante slides onto the bed beside me, tossing the blanket carelessly to the floor. My mind swirls in a haze of desire and lingering pleasure, and I stare at him, completely confused.
“Get on top of me,” he commands, the rough scrape of his voice making me flinch. “Face to my cock, ass here,” he explains, his finger pressing against the spot he wants me. It takes a few heartbeats for the instructions to register.
Oh.
Oh.
“Um, Dante—” I begin, but he cuts me off with a single, sharp motion, leaving no room to think, no room to hesitate.
Grabbing my waist, he lifts me effortlessly, positioning me atop him.
He aligns our bodies with precise intent—my ass pressed directly to his face while my own face hovers close to the tip of his cock.
I can feel his intense gaze boring into me, and a shiver of shame twists deep in my gut, birthing a strange, electric pleasure.
“So goddamn exquisite,” he purrs, dragging the tips of his fingers lightly across my pussy. The touch is as soft as a breath, almost imperceptible, yet it ignites a storm of fire within me. “Tell me, baby, how did the world sound when you were without me?”
I bite my bottom lip, shivering at both the touch and the low hum of his voice. “It sounded like pain, desperation, and desire intertwined,” I whisper. “I can still taste it on my tongue.”
His fingers keep dancing across me, smearing my wetness and sending sparks of burning pleasure shooting through my core. “And now? What does it sound like now?”
My eyes focus on his cock, and my pussy clenches instinctively, heat pulsing from every pore. “It’s the sound of painful relief. I lived too long without oxygen, and these breaths… they strike like rebirth, the only ones that feel real.”
“Estella, you and I are a single creature split in two—fallen things made for the dark, thriving where others burn. Hell is home to us, and I’ll endure every agony it holds just to remain with you.”
Before I can utter a response, Dante grabs my thighs, jerking me closer, his lips sealing over my pussy.
A delicious shiver wracks my spine as he begins to feast, moaning in approval like I’m the most exquisite meal he’s ever tasted.
His tongue teases and plunges between my walls, the rough tickle of his beard hairs sending small, exquisite tingles through me.
Too lost in desire to think of anything else, I open my mouth, sliding his cock across my tongue.
I wrap my lips tightly around him, pushing my head down, tracing the blue veins with my tongue.
His groan vibrates against me, sending black spots across my vision, darkness creeping in and corrupting the fleeting purity that shatters in a heartbeat.
He moves, circling my clit before sucking it into his mouth, driving me to sink even deeper onto him.
The intensity is overwhelming, fire consuming every nerve.
A cry escapes me as my pleasure bursts through every sense, my body growing slick with sweat.
He devours me relentlessly, while I greedily take him, drooling along his length as his tongue spreads me wide.
It feels like our bodies merge, creating a world of our own, a planet built from heat, desire, and raw need. Sensing our impending releases, I rock my hips in rhythm, wiggling, smearing my juices across his face as I ride the edge of ecstasy, every nerve alight with molten fire.
He trades licks with kisses, showering my swollen, wet flesh with softness that bleeds into roughness. Over and over, attuning to every shift in me, every quiver of my weak body, every sound he wrings from my throat.
It’s a dangerous rightness, a forbidden pull, and with it comes the stark clarity that I’ll never feel whole without him.
Life loses all meaning without him. He’s the storm that wrecks me and the tether that holds me steady.
Dante grabs my ass, his fingers digging so brutally into my flesh that I instinctively know he’ll leave a constellation of bruises across my skin. Pain and pleasure braid together, forming a heady, ruinous elixir that drags me to the very edge in a heartbeat.
Muffled moans spill around his cock, vibrating against him as release slams through me. The faint ringing fills my ears, dizziness thudding in my skull as I cum all over his face, pleasure detonating inside me so violently that the world goes briefly, beautifully silent.
His orgasm follows mine—one last deep thrust into my mouth before hot, thick ropes of cum flood my tongue and coat my throat, so potent I nearly choke on him.
We drift down from the drag in trembling breaths, our bodies rigid, neither of us brave enough to move just yet. Carefully, I lift my head, letting him slip from my mouth before I swallow, heat still coiling low inside me.
And like a spark hitting gasoline, desire flares once more, just as fierce as before.
My lips part in satisfaction when I hear him swallow too, and then his tongue drags across my pussy with slow strokes as he licks me clean. Gently, he shifts me off him, and I settle beside him, dropping my head onto the mattress.
A thick, molten silence settles between us, still quivering with the remnants of our tremors. I lean into him, seeking the heat of his body, the impossible comfort he somehow is. He gathers me close, and I dissolve against the warmth of his skin.
“Do you think we will grow old in this house?” I ask softly, cracking the stillness.
“Nope. Not possible,” he replies without hesitation. “We’ll consume each other long before that.”
A breathless chuckle shakes through me.
He’s right.
My fingers drift across his chest, tracing the rough ridge of a scar right over his heart. “But it sounds nice,” I whisper dreamily. My thoughts overflow with countless scenarios, each showing us, insatiable and obsessed, in any imaginable place.
“It sounds like everything I ever wanted.”
A smile curves my lips as I sit up, meeting his gaze. “I want that with you. But no more lies. Ever. Not even the small ones.”
He sits up too, eyes locked on mine. “I promise, Estella. And I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that forgiving me wasn’t a mistake. This lifetime and the next—I’m yours. And you’re mine.”
My heart sinks and soars all at once, drowning in dread and pleasure, in contradiction—his specialty. I know I’ll never grow tired of the way he ruins me in every direction.
“I love you,” I say, the words gliding out with unexpected ease, my voice trembling faintly as something impossibly pure flickers in his eyes.
“I love you, too,” he answers, and my smile overtakes my entire face, blooming wider and brighter than anything I’ve ever worn in my life. I could hear those words a thousand times, and they would still strike through me like the first spark.
So much remains to be worked on. So many things I need to tell him, so many I need to hear from him. Our shared traumas, familiar yet unending, still call for our attention. Together, side by side, hand in hand, we will navigate this world, safeguarding the connection that binds us.
We’ve looked into the hell inside each other’s souls, met the darkness without a single flinch, and somehow, let those flames twist together until they became something shared.
What rose from that isn’t the soft, sacred heaven people swear they find in the ones they love.
Ours is something else entirely, raw and volatile, a home forged out of fire.
And still, we settle inside it. We inhale its heat. We cling to it because his fire feels like shelter, and mine feels like truth. We’re so hopelessly drawn to each other’s burn that we’d let ourselves scorch if it meant staying wrapped in that heat, close enough to feel it sear through us.
Somehow, the shadows of death lost their hold on us. In their stead rose something brighter, the magnetic pull of our lives entwined and the urgent desire to keep them burning.
Forever his, forever mine, tethered by a hunger that will never fade.