Chapter 41
DELILAH
My dream of watching the sunset with Kane in the middle of a meadow is disturbed by my body slowly moving against the sheets. A cold breeze breaches the surface as I manage to half-open one eye to see a shadowed figure over me.
“I’m sorry, koukla mou. I didn’t mean to wake you,” Kane whispers, kissing the back of my head. “You’re just so warm.”
My head feels too heavy, but I still attempt to mumble, “Real? Here?”
He gently circles my wrist, lifting my hand to his wrist as he says, “I am the only fucking thing real to you.”
“Kane’s real.”
“That’s it, wife,” he groans, slamming his hips into me.
My eyes snap open on a moan. “Say your husband’s name.
” He flattens over me, giving me his body weight, then pushes his hand beneath my stomach as he buries his face in the crook of my neck, muffling his moans.
“So fucking warm. Say my name, bring me to life.”
“Kane.” My voice is husky. Too husky. He’s here, hugging me to him as he pulls his palm flat against my lower stomach.
“Good girl. My good fucking girl.”
“Yours.” I smile. I’m his. I’m real. Kane’s real, so I’m his.
He pulls his hips back only to slam into me even harder as he repeats, “Yours. I am only yours; you’re only mine.”
All of my energy is used to clench around him, begging him to stay with me. He groans, biting into my cheek while he fucks me harder. My moans are framed by a smile because this is real.
“Hurt me,” I beg him, uncaring that I sound crazy. “Make sure I can’t forget.”
It snaps something inside of him and he pulls out, leaving me empty. The loss is only for a moment as he flips me onto my back, then pushes inside me, as eager as I am. Grabbing his shirt, I pull him to me, my knees hugging his ribs, our lips on each other. This is nearly everything I need.
Euphoria hits as soon as he bites into my bottom lip, tugging it away from my teeth. A low moan vibrates through my body when he doesn’t soothe the sting, allowing me the pain.
“My dirty little pain slut.” He lightly slaps my cheek.
Sleep is still clinging to me, so the dull sting feels sharp.
His hands are colder than usual as he grabs my wrists in one hand, pinning them against the headboard as he roughly pulls my hoodie up.
The cold air makes goosebumps dot my skin without the barrier, but he chases them away as he swipes his hand through the air, striking my hardening nipples.
“Cry for me,” he grits, pinching my nipple between his knuckles. “Let me see those pretty tears.” My back arches, attempting to run away from him as he tilts his hips. “Show me how needy my little whore is.”
“Fuck you!” I scream.
The silvery glow of the moon illuminates one side of his face as he grinds into me.
“I was before you disturbed us. Did my desperate wife feel left out?” He wraps his fingers around my jaw, digging into the sides until he forces my mouth open.
With his thumb pressed to one side of my jaw, he slaps his other fingers off my cheek, gritting, “Look at me.”
My eyes are half-lidded, but I quickly blink as he spits between my parted lips. He drops down so his lips are an inch away from mine to whisper, “I will never let you leave me. Even if it means killing us both. Do you understand me, koukla mou?”
Our crazy faces off against each other. Mine telling me this isn’t real rather than admitting his threat is endearing. No one has ever wanted to hurt me for me. But Kane’s crazy is wilder as his eyes flicker between mine.
“Tell me you understand or I’ll do it now. We’ll die like this.” He pushes his dick deeper into me. “With my dick buried inside you, my cum flooding your cunt.”
“I-I understand.”
“Clever girl,” he coos as his lips brush my cheek. He softly kisses each cheek, my forehead, then my chin. “My obedient wife, only for me.” He kisses a looped path across my jaw to reach my lips. The kiss is so soft, I almost forget he’s the same person who threatened to kill me.
His hands are gentler as he slowly cups my face. Each of his cold palms press against my cheeks, his thumbs slowly stroking against my cheekbones as his hips brutally slam into me.
“Kiss me,” I weakly beg.
“Always,” he breathes out before softly kissing me, evicting all of the heartache because like this—with him—there’s nothing else.
The torment will be waiting for me alongside the confusion.
All the hellish agony is lined up for the moment he leaves.
Right now, I have peace as he smiles against me, softly stroking his tongue against mine while fucking me harder.
I claw at his back, pulling his shirt out of his slacks. As my hands trail up his spine, he massages down my neck to cup my tits.
He nods like I’m communicating with him, roughly pinching my nipples as I moan. My back arches, silently asking for more. My lips skim his cheek as my crown touches the pillow. He uses it as an invitation to bite into my neck. Sucking, pulling, biting even harder.
Kane marks me as his while the bed post creaks from the force of him fucking me.
The pain heightens my pleasure. He knows it too, as he gives me more.
He bites a path down to my chest, takes my nipple between his teeth, tugging before soothing the sting with his tongue while he alternates between slapping the other side of my chest.
I tighten my knees against his ribs when he continues moving further down, but he sharply bites my sternum. “A greedy whore is worse than a desperate one.”
I immediately whimper at the loss as he pulls out, cold air rushing between the newly formed gap between our bodies. One eye is visible from the moonlight, the pale green nearly glowing, while the other is hidden in the shadows. For the first time, he looks dangerous.
As Ghost, I was afraid of someone I didn’t know.
As Asher, I was afraid of someone I thought I knew.
Now, as Kane, I’m terrified of who I’ve lost.
I run my fingers through his hair as tears burn my eyes, and whisper to the boy who no longer exists, “I love you.”
The man he’s become smiles like it’s directed at him.
“I have always loved you.” He places my thigh over his shoulder.
“Even when I hated you, I never stopped loving my pretty girl. Now you’re my pretty wife.
” He runs the flat of his tongue up my inner thigh, biting down, leaving his teeth imprinted in my flesh.
“My broken sanity.” He does the same to the other thigh. “My godly humanity.”
This is real.
My mind only makes up painful illusions. I smooth my hands to the back of his head, holding onto reality with both hands as I pull his face between my thighs. There’s no teasing as he eats at me like he’s possessed, moaning, eager to get deeper inside me with his tongue.
His hands slowly warm up against my thighs, but it’s his eyes—full of life—captivating me. The longer he remains between my thighs, the more light enters them. He’s no less violent he pushes his palms against the inside of my thighs, forcing them flat against the sheets.
“Baptize me,” he groans. “Cover me in your warm cum.”
My moan lifts my chest as he pushes three fingers into me. The stretch is a tangible pain I choose, one he intensifies by lightly pulling my clit between his teeth.
“Kane,” I beg for more proof.
He pushes another finger into me as he bites up my body to take my nipple between his teeth. “Say my name again.”
“Kane.”
“That’s it, koukla mou. I pray to you; you give me life.”
I pull his hair as he fucks me harder. Pinching his fingers together, he fits all five digits into me. The widest point of his knuckles make me cry out. “I can’t.”
He abruptly sits up on his knees and grabs my throat with his free hand, his fingers digging into the sides of my tensed neck, delivering more pain.
“Who the fuck are you?” he spits.
“I don’t know.” My tears blur his darkening features.
“Who. Are. You?” He pulses his hand on my throat in time with each gravelly word, but he doesn’t stop or allow me to answer as he twists his hand inside me, slowly pushing until his knuckles enter me.
“My pretty girl,” he breathes, lowering to kiss my cheek, before moving to my other cheek.
“My Delilah.” He softly kisses my chin. “My wife.” As he reverently moves up my face to kiss my forehead, he pushes his hand further into me. “My god.”
“I’m not.” My tears escape, showing I’m human, but Kane chases them like they’re gold as he softly kisses my cheek, capturing the drop on his lips.
“My pretty sad girl,” he coos. “All gods weep for those who go against them. Cry for me. Cry only for me.”
The permission is comforting. I don’t attempt to stop my tears as he licks them from my cheeks while fucking me with his fist. Physical pleasure and emotional pain mix together forming a cathartic expulsion of all the frustration, anger, and hurt I’ve been carrying.
I cup Kane’s face in both hands, stroking his cheeks with my thumbs.
“You’re real.” I sound stronger even though he nods, brushing his nose against mine as he watches my tears slow.
“We’re real,” he whispers. “This right here between us is real, koukla mou. No one can take it away from us.” He gently brushes my hair away from my face. “We’re real.”
The tenderness in his voice isn’t replicated in his touch as he pushes his fist up, forcing my hips to follow as I suck in a sharp breath.
“Feel this?” he whispers. I nod. “It can never be fake. I’m the only one who owns this cunt. The only one who has the privilege of worshiping it, feeling how warm you are.”
My nails dig into his scalp, just behind his ears, as he roughly fucks me with his hand.
“I am the only one who will ever know how wide you’ll stretch to take everything I have to give you.” He slowly kisses me, swallowing down my moans with his smile pressed against my lips. Softly trailing his lips down, he nips my neck then groans, “My sins are the only ones you’ll cleanse.”
My stomach flutters as he kisses a path down my body until he’s kneeling at the end of the bed. I whimper at the feeling of his hand getting deeper as he pulls me down by my ankle. Pressure builds in my lower stomach, shaking my thighs as he sucks my clit between his teeth.
“Ka-Kane?”
He slowly shakes his head as he fucks me even harder, ignoring how I slap at the sheets. My back bows as I kick, attempting to escape the intensity, but my hips are pinned to the bed. He slams his hand on my stomach, pressing in a downwards motion.
“Please!” I cry out. “I can’t take it anymore!”
There’s only a quarter of his face in view from the moonlight. That small insight is enough to see his perverse glee as he speeds up, building the pressure.
Higher.
Higher.
Higher.
Until my foot slams into his back.
And my fingers are tangled in his hair.
Nonsensical screaming leaves me while I fight what he’s doing. It’s even more intense than when we were on the ledge. I had a distraction then, something to be fearful of.
I pull his head back with every bit of strength I have, but he doesn’t let go of my clit. The pain is another layer to what he’s doing to me. Pain. Pleasure. Every sense is his to toy with.
He knows it too.
Because he fucking smirks.
“Cleanse me, koukla mou,” he darkly whispers, pressing even harder against my stomach until that pressure explodes, forcing his hand out of me.
I scream my throat raw.
Sweat coats my skin.
My ears ring, my vision wavering as his moans penetrate the sensations wreaking havoc on my nerves.
I drop down against the bed, my soaked thighs slipping against his saturated shirt in time to see him purse his lips, forcing clear liquid between his lips like a fountain, spraying us both.
While my limbs independently shiver out of tune from one another, my teeth chattering, I ask, “Water?”
He misunderstands me as he wipes the droplets clinging to his face away. “I’ll get you some now, pretty girl.” He rights my hoodie so it’s covering me before delicately pulling the sheet over my spasming body.
I weakly wrap my fingers around his hard dick, holding him hostage. He doesn’t make any attempt to fuck me as he brushes my cheek with the back of his knuckles. “You wanted water.”
“No. Where did you get the water from?”
His chest softly shakes as he curls his bottom lip between his teeth with his tongue. The laugh escapes when he whispers, “From my god. She’s merciful, refusing to let me die of thirst.”
Warmth wraps around me as he presses his lips to my forehead, stamping his kiss deep into my skin.