Chapter 6 #2
The darkness of my cock enveloped inside of her, the glisten of our combined releases smeared over her flushed sex, the pale expanse of the inside of her thighs, before dragging my gaze back up to her chest. Over the pebbling of her nipples poking at the little fabric still covering them, to the swelling ‘II’ burning bright above her heart, just beneath her collarbone.
“All mine, Nellie. That’s what you are,” I tell her appreciatively, dragging my gaze back to hers, meaning every word literally.
“Mine to kiss, mine to love, mine to fuck.” I thrust into her tight slickness, her muscles clamping down around me, trying to force me out.
“Mine to breed, Nellie,” I hush the words out, fucking her deep.
“That’s what I’m gunna do to you, Little Lamb, fill you with my seed, watch this beautiful belly get big and round with my baby. ”
The thought of her, like that, full of me, what we’ll create, makes me want to fucking explode. And even though that’s not supposed to happen yet, it doesn’t change how I feel about it.
My balls tighten up so hard it hurts, but she’s still not speaking, still not saying what I need to hear.
“Tell me you love me, Little Lamb.” Infuriatingly, she shakes her head, pulling her lips inside her mouth, biting down on them. “Tell me,” I grunt, breathing hard.
I palm her throat, squeezing too hard, but I can’t stop myself. She doesn’t stop me. Sitting here, her knees tight against my hips, her cunt clenching around my cock. She wants me, this, but she wants a fight first.
“We’re inevitable, always have been, since I first laid eyes on you, you’ve been mine,” I whisper the words over her mouth, our lips brushing.
“You’re going to tell me you love me,” I say, tasting her shallow breaths panting against my tongue.
“While I fill you with my seed, you’re going to tell me you fucking love me, and you’re going to say it like you mean it. ”
Her hands fly up, curling around my throat at the same time her leg wraps around me, her other moving past me, bracing against the door at my back. The heel of her foot digs into my lower spine, yanking me ever closer. But she still shakes her head.
“Say it, Little Lamb. Say. It.”
At her silence, I fuck her hard and fast. My hips crash with hers, my grip on her throat and backside so tight I know I’ll be leaving bruises, but I don’t care. I want to see my marks all fucking over this beautiful skin.
My balls tighten, my cock so hard it actually hurts, I can feel my release edging, my thrusts becoming more erratic, “Say it, Nellie,” I hiss.
“Tell me you fucking love me, Penelope!” I’m shouting it in her face, squeezing her throat, my thumb carving its imprint into her pulse point, when she finally opens her mouth.
Her tongue lashes out, licking salaciously over my mouth, before she’s biting down on my upper lip, her fingers clawing into my shoulders as she fucks me back, using her foot braced on the door for leverage to meet my violent thrusts.
Her teeth sink deeper before releasing, blood on my tongue, on hers, over her teeth as she tips her head back, my hips stuttering.
“I love you, Billy,” she whispers, staring up at me, her soft voice not much more than a rasp from the pressure around her neck.
“Billy, I love you,” she repeats. And then, even softer, “I’m going to fucking kill you, Billy, but I’ll love you whilst I do it.
I love you, and I’m going to kill you, you beautiful little liar. ”
That’s all it takes.
Love.
Threats.
Blood.
Murder.
For me to come.
My forehead grinds against hers as my dick jerks, her pussy clamps down, and my thighs twitch. Heat lashes down my spine, a wash of cold falling over me like a tidal wave of ice as I come inside her. Filling her with my seed, praying it takes, needing to own her in every single way I can.
When I still, breathing hard, our heads touching, her hands gentling on my shoulders, blood leaking from the little nail crescent wounds, she smears it across my skin, painting her hands red.
She brings them around to my front, pressing both bloodied hands against my chest, some of her fingers just catching my brand.
“Why did you let them do that to me?” she whispers almost silently, her body suddenly slackening, like my hold on her is the only thing keeping her up.
I straighten, drawing back from her to see her better, focus on her, even as I sweat and pant, I want to give her my full attention.
Releasing her throat, I sweep hair behind her ear, let her head tip back on her neck so her eyes can meet mine.
There’s blood on her mouth, her chin, down the side of her neck.
A mixture of both hers and mine. I lick my lips, tasting iron, and cup the back of her skull in the palm of my hand.
My other leaving her buttock, fisting in the torn pink silk of her dress instead.
There are so many reasons. So many meanings. But I can’t cycle through them all at once, not in this moment, not when I’m riding this adrenaline high of just having her here. With me.
“So everyone knows you’re mine,” I tell her simply, staring into her pretty brown eyes, almost black in colour they’re so deep, not warm, no red in them, just ashy, ashy dark brown, flat almost in colour, but deep too, like the night’s sky.
“When I look into your eyes, I see my whole world staring back at me.” I’m not sure why I say it, this low, hushed rasp, something that deep, something that true.
“I don’t want anyone or anything to hurt you, but in this life, with me, so many things will try to get you.
” I look down at her chest, my cock still sheathed inside of her, where I wish it could always be.
“But this,” I murmur, my thumb ghosting over her mark, feeling the heat emanate from the wound.
“This is safety.” I look back up, into her eyes, my hand still cupping her head, the other coming to her cheek, cradling her jaw in my palm, thumb to her chin.
“This mark is our number, Nellie. You are a part of me now, of us, The Obsidian. And with that comes protection.”
“It hurts,” she whispers, her breath shaky, her hands coming up slowly, settling on my waist, tucked inside the open part of my unbuttoned shirt.
“Physical pain is only temporary,” I repeat again, because it’s true. “It doesn’t matter what they do to us, what we have to do, to be together, to survive, to thrive, my heart will bleed like a never ending ocean of agony if we’re ever separated again.”