Chapter 21 #2
“Silly girl…” His nickname for me causes me to shudder as he drives into me over and over, fucking me with movements that push me farther over the edge of the cliff before he drags me back again. My stomach twists with each inch closer to death I get, and somehow that makes this even better.
My hands come up to his shirt as I let my leg fall to his hip, and I drag Larkin down to meet me, tilting my head up so I can kiss him hard.
I snarl against his lips, loving that he does the same, and bite at him until I need air.
Only then do I drop my head back over the edge again, and with my throat bared to him, Larkin takes full advantage.
He mouths at my neck before biting down, his teeth finding the same tender spot from earlier.
Biting down there again makes me scream with the hot, agonizing pain of being marked by him, and my hips arch up, body bucking into him with approval while I hold him against me with my grip in his hair.
Larkin’s growl against my neck isn’t audible, but I can feel it all the same. When he kisses me again, I can taste blood on his mouth, though I’m unsure if it’s his or mine.
Honestly, it’s probably both.
“You’re going to come for me like this,” he pants, when my writhing becomes less controlled and the slick sounds of my wetness are too loud to ignore. His fingers wrap around my throat and he shoves me down, holding himself above me like a conqueror gazing down at his prize.
Which is exactly what I feel like.
“I could kill you so easily,” my lover tells me in a low voice that somehow the wind doesn’t take. “I could shove you over the cliff anytime I want.”
“I know,” I gasp, my hands now on his wrist as his fingers slowly tighten to cut off my air. “I know—”
“I could do it anytime. I could come in your greedy, messy cunt and then toss you over for the sharks to eat. No one would ever find you.” The threats make me whimper, and my eyes slide closed as black spots dance in front of them.
I can’t speak anymore past the pressure of his hand, but I mouth the words again.
I know.
“You’re going to come right here, on the edge of this cliff where I found you the first time, Sierra.” The use of my real name sends a ripple down my spine, and my leg curls more tightly around his waist, my heel digging into his lower back to hold him to me.
“And you’re going to tell me you’re mine while I make you come harder than anyone else ever could.
” Even though he says so, his grip doesn’t loosen while he pounds into me.
I gasp beneath his hand for air, my eyes opening to see almost nothing except the moon and clouds in the sky, blurred by my tears.
Soft whimpers leave me as I desperately gasp for oxygen, and tears fall unbidden down my cheeks when I’m not given any.
But in spite of that, or maybe because of it, I’ve never felt more aroused in my life. Even without his fingers on my clit, I can feel my release rushing up through me with the same ferocity as the waves crashing against the cliffs under us.
The moment he releases my throat, I take a deep breath and air rushes into my lungs.
“Yours!” I sob, not stopping the tears that slide down my face or brushing them away.
My shoulders are shaking from how close I am to passing out, but as my vision clears, I find Larkin’s face.
“I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m always yours, Larkin—”
I come when he kisses me, with his hand still around my throat as a reminder, and scream into his mouth as he slams into me over and over again. The waves crash in my ears along with my heart, preventing me from hearing anything else.
After what might be seconds or minutes of me lost in the daze of my release and oxygen denial, I feel him snarl against my mouth.
He moves to bite down on my throat and then sinks into me one more time, with one hand on my thigh keeping me pressed against him while he rolls his hips in slight movements against me, fucking me through his release.
But I’m only half aware of anything other than Larkin and the ocean. My hand comes up above me, and I let my arm dangle over the cliff so the wind can push and pull at my fingers. Dazed doesn’t cover half of it, and when Larkin starts to speak again, it sounds like white noise in my ringing ears.
“Hmm?” I murmur when he turns me to face him with a hand on my chin. But Larkin doesn’t speak right away. He surveys my face for a moment before giving me a pleased grin and pulls me up into his lap, then stands with me again.
I’m boneless as he carries me back toward the trees, taking me to the softer grass before sitting down with my back pressed to his chest, his legs cradling mine.
“You’re perfect,” he murmurs as I sink back against him, relaxed and exhausted with my mind foggy in the absolute best way. “My perfect, sweet, silly girl. My monstrous little thing.” His hands caress my face and thighs; his touch is light and sweet.
“Thanks,” I breathe with my head tilted on his shoulder and my head spinning. Gazing up at the moon, I sigh, then close my eyes. “I was always a monster,” I croak, letting the words truly sink in for the very first time. “I was never okay, Larkin.”
He takes his time to answer, combing his fingers through my hair and kissing my cheek. “No,” he agrees. “You never were. But you never needed to be. You’re perfect, Sierra. And no mental hospital or different name will ever change you.”