49. Lex
LEX
Her body melts into mine, too soft for someone who fought so hard for her life.
Her lips taste like vanilla as if she’s a delicate dessert I have no business tasting.
It’s all poetry I never wanted to read. Feelings crack my chest open and make me bleed all over the floor.
My interest in her has only been growing over the past few weeks, but whatever I was able to hold back broke like a damn when I saw her in that position.
The wounds on her face have me nearly feral.
Something changed inside me the moment I realized she was the one drowning.
. The responsibility of taking care of the Offering never felt so heavy on my shoulders.
My skin wraps around my body all wrong, and I hurt in parts I shouldn’t.
My hand buries into her hair, the damp strands cling to my skin, and the scene replays inside my eyelids.
I need her close to me. With her safe in my hands, the fear starts to fade, but the rage burns bright.
Thank fuck , an emotion I’m comfortable with.
Quickly my anger turns physical, and since there’s no one here to take it out on, my needs turn physical in other ways, turning into desire and a need to possess.
I bite down on Sable’s bottom lip hard, punishing her for this want.
Sable moans into my mouth; the rougher I am, the more she gives in, and I hate that she might be perfect for this. For us.
The thoughts in my head are too much, and I shake them off, diving into the feel of her in my hands rather than what it all means.
I carve into her, wanting to leave her with marks, to prove that all of this is mine.
I want to look at it later and see my digits printed on her beautiful legs.
I haven’t even started, and Sable falls apart in my arms. She lets me devour her mouth and tips her head to the side, giving me access to her neck.
Her skin tastes so sweet, smooth, and damp.
I devour her at every corner, every opportunity. And she lets me.
Why the fuck does she let me? She always falls apart so easily, always responsive to my touch.
Need grows inside my chest, furious and demanding, and I hook her legs around my waist and push her against the door.
She leans her head back, and those desire-filled blue eyes look at me in ways I never asked for.
I groan, my cock begging to be inside her, to fill her until there’s no threat.
The narrow halls leading to the turret where I do my dissections are abandoned.
This entire floor was once devoted to the school paper, and the closed down department makes this side of Bellthorn silent, except for tonight.
Sable couldn’t scream while they held her head down, but their laughs reached me.
I was coming to tell them to shut the fuck up.
Their happiness was too loud, too sickening, piercing into my thoughts until I decided to come down and send them away. Fate put me there.
The image of Sable’s head being held underwater while her body thrashed, her blond hair soaked, until her screams died out will haunt me until my fucking last days on earth.
She’s our responsibility, and possibly something more to me, and they almost killed her.
My hand closes around her throat where the collar should be.
My eyes trace every curve of her face. Sable pants, her heartbeat climbs when our gaze meets, my cock carves into her hip, wanting to be inside her.
Though it’s beyond want at this point, it’s a primal need.
“No more wandering around.” My words feel ripped from my soul.
“Why?” she demands.
“You die when I let you die,” I groan between her lips.
A crease forms between her brows, and she doesn’t reply to me fast enough, so I squeeze her a little more. “Tell me you understand, Sable. Tell me you know that you can only die when I let you die.”
She gave herself away when she signed that contract, and she has to understand no one can take her from me.
She belongs to me, from her blond hair down to her tiny toes.
She doesn't get to walk around these halls and lose herself until someone comes along and almost kills her.
No. Her days of freedom are over, and that includes everything about her body.
That beautiful mouth closes in a flat line, and I know she’s dying to tell me to fuck myself.
I wait for her to challenge me like always, but instead, understanding crosses her eyes, and it’s like she sees too much of me.
My skin feels tight, raw, and sore. I fucking hate the way she’s looking at me, but I can’t look away.
Silent tears fall over my fist, soaking my skin with her sadness.
I’d prefer that she come all over me and mark me with that scent.
“Okay, Lex. Only when you let me.” She emphasizes the pronoun for my benefit, but it doesn’t come out as sarcastic.
I reach roughly between her legs, impatient as ever, and when I find her soaking wet, I growl in satisfaction. She’s as needy as I am, and I push two fingers inside her pussy, knowing she can take me.
“Lex.” Her fingers grip my shoulders, digging into me.
Her response is delicious, and I pump deeper, curving my fingers until I reach the spot that has her moaning nonsense. With my thumb, I play with her clit, torn by the fact that I want to drink from her and fuck her senseless.
There’s something about Sable. She brings far too many emotions to the surface, and her mere presence is enough to unravel me.
My heart screams. I take her mouth in a kiss again, thrusting inside her until she seems as frantic as I am.
Getting her off leaves me in control still, doesn’t it?
Her pussy pulses and tightens around me, her breath and moans skate my neck.
Everything centers around her perfect hot cunt and the need to please her, until she wings me tight and climaxes wetly around my fingers.
I swallow her moans, and I don’t stop it or slow down even as the pleasure ebbs and the sensation overwhelms her.
She squirms. I know my touch is too rough now that she’s come, but I can’t stop.
She’s too addictive, and I’m too out of control.
“Lex, it’s too much…”
“It’s not enough,” I argue.
Her arousal drips down my palm, and I pump in and out, circling her clit and sucking her tongue into my mouth.
Greedy, I take it without asking. If she thinks this is too much, just wait until she’s had another.
She whines open-mouthed against my lips and tongue.
Her discomfort turns into pleasure, and her next orgasm makes even more of a mess as she squirts into my palm.
My palm wetly slaps her clit as I keep pumping, coated in her fresh juices.
“I can’t take it anymore!” she nearly shouts.
A dark chuckle escapes my lips. She’s squirted yet again, and even though she wants to convince me otherwise her pussy is begging for more.
“When are you going to realize I own your body? You can take more if I say so, Sable.”
That flash of a dare enters her eyes, and her mouth closes into a flat line.
I lick her lips, and nip her bottom lip until she opens them again.
My hand keeps moving and my rage is finally starting to fade as I take that third orgasm she refused to give.
Sable’s voice is hoarse when she cries out, pleasure rolls over her, and goose bumps prick her skin.
My hand is relentless, but I kiss her slowly, taking my time tasting her.
“If you want to own my body, just fuck me,” she says.
She might even beg, but I keep fingering her. “No. You’ll have my cock when I say so.”
Sable curses me. Her head hits the door in frustration, and it’s almost comical when she moans with the same breath.
“Each one makes the next easier,” I observe, amazed by her body.
“We can’t do this forever.” She shakes her head.
I’m making a mess between her legs, but I have no intention of ever stopping.
I need control back again. I need to remember who has power over Sable Briarwick, and taking orgasm after orgasm from her is easing the dull pain in my chest. I refuse to explain myself to her.
I avoid even telling myself why I have this sudden thirst.
“Lex…” she groans when I take the fourth orgasm.
But as I told her, each orgasm gets her soft in my hands, and they soon come too fast, and we both lose count.
There’s a sheen of sweat over her brow, and the strength in her legs is gone.
They both hang loosely around me instead of a hook keeping me close.
She’s heaving, panting, and needy, but when I descend for another kiss, she gives it to me.
As if I didn’t take enough out of her already, she kisses me as if it’s the first time.
We look in each other's eyes, and I finally take my hand from between her legs, dripping wet with her desire, and take myself out.
Sable’s eyes are soft now, and all that fear is gone.
I’m harder than I’ve ever been, and when I thrust into her, it's like coming home. She’s warm and so fucking wet, a dream coming alive.
And fuck, doesn’t she come alive with my cock deep inside her.
Her moans aren’t tired anymore but hungry.
Her hands grip me, and I piston inside her, grunting and taking my pleasure after making her come so many times.
And even though she told me she couldn’t come a second time, here she is, probably in her double digits, strangling my cock and falling apart in my arms. I follow her to oblivion, my eyes closed and my lips on hers.