Chapter 21 #2
I suspected as much, but I couldn’t tell beneath the cardigan. All I’ve thought about is tugging that scrap of fabric down so I could see for myself. Well, that, and sliding my fingers into her pussy to see if she was wet for me today.
“Will you be good and keep your eyes shut?” I ask.
She bites her lip and nods, and I squeeze her breast in warning.
“Use your words, Gabriela.”
“Yes,” she breathes.
I release her wrists and pull off my mask. It’s a dangerous game, considering the lack of total darkness, but I suspect she’ll play along. She’s not ready to find out who I am yet.
I grope her beneath her tank top, angling her head back as I press my lips to her exposed throat. I can’t decide if I want to lick or bite her, so I do both.
She gasps, and I groan.
Slipping my hand beneath her skirt, I graze the top of her thigh-high tights that drive me fucking crazy. I snap the band against her skin, palm skimming up her thigh as she shivers. Dipping between her legs, I drag my fingers over the thin barrier of her mesh panties. She’s soaked for me.
“I’ve been waiting all day to do this.” My lips brush against her ear.
“You have?”
She sounds like she’s thinking that over too much, so instead of responding, I push her onto her knees and shove her face down as I kneel behind her.
Gliding my hands along the back of her thighs, I peel up her skirt and palm the curves of her ass. Her entire body trembles with anticipation, and I think I’ve created a monster. When I grab hold of her panties and rip them open, she confirms my suspicion with a low, eager moan.
“Look at how fucking pretty you are,” I rasp, drinking in the sight of her bent over and aching for my cock. “The prettiest prey I’ve ever caught.”
Dark lashes flutter against her face as she soaks up my praise, her body melting into my touch.
Slowly, I sink two of my fingers into the warmth of her pussy while I squeeze her hip.
“Still sore, baby?”
“A little.” She moans as I withdraw my fingers and slide them back in, fucking her gently.
“But not too sore to have my cock inside you?”
She shakes her head, then yelps when I smack her ass, the vibrations rippling through her.
Liquid heat soaks into my fingers, reminding me how wet she was for me last night. The sight of my marks all over her inner thighs makes me rabid with territorial possession and a thought I can’t shake.
I’ll never let anyone else have her.
A rough exhalation wrenches from my chest. “What did I say about using your words?”
“I’m not too sore,” she says softly.
I soothe the sting of my slap, massaging the warm flesh beneath my palm as my gaze consumes her.
Her surrender is a temporary balm to the old feelings that today’s events dredged up.
I’m well acquainted with torture—both giving and receiving. There’s no other way to describe being so close to Gabi for years, knowing that she belongs to me, while she remains unaware.
I used to resent her for having this kind of pull over me. Every stolen glance punched the air from my lungs and reminded me what I couldn’t have. But even when I punished her for it, I never doubted she was mine—and that she always would be, whether she realized it or not.
When I look at her now, I’m reminded of the parallel between Eros and Psyche. This is why he couldn’t stay away from her.
Apuleius understood the thin line between obsession and madness in his depiction of the myth. It’s a slow seduction—worship disguised as craving—into a devotion that consumes all reason.
The poverty of our language offers no words sacred enough to exalt or define it.
I guess today, insanity wins.
My need to reclaim her comes roaring back to life, baring teeth and claws.
I sink my fingers deeper and pump them in and out of her at an accelerating pace, dragging her into my spiral.
It’s a sharp contrast—one half of me driven by hunger while the other maps her curves with a reverence that betrays me.
She soaks up my affection as pleasure spills out in broken, breathless gasps.
Her spine arches as tension weaves through her, the picture of exquisite agony. I don’t relent until the last thread of her restraint snaps, and she starts to unravel.
She comes hard, clamping down on my fingers as her entire body shakes and nearly collapses before I catch her.
I anchor her weight against me as I draw it out, wringing every last tremor until there’s nothing left. She moans in protest when I pull my wet fingers out of her, but when I stretch her pussy apart, she starts to wriggle.
“Eros?”
“This is mine, and I want to look at you. Now hold still. ”
“What—”
Her words die abruptly when I grab her by the hips and lift the lower half of her body, draping her legs over my shoulders and settling her pussy in front of my face. She lets out a little shriek as she dangles upside down, arms flailing until they find purchase against the floor.
I lick her all the way up her seam, lapping up her cum as she squirms in my grasp. She’s still sensitive from the orgasm, but I keep her pinned there, burying my face in her pussy and devouring her. She squirms against me, crying out until the overstimulation melts into pleasure.
It isn’t long until those cries soften into breathless pleas as she starts to rock against me, begging for another release. Before she can get there, I spread her apart and tease the inside of her thighs, ghosting my lips over the purple marks I left behind last night.
Once she lets her guard down, my fingers bite into her hips, gripping them roughly as I balance her weight on my shoulders.
She isn’t expecting it, so when my palm reverberates off her ass, she lets out a startled cry.
“Not quite a scream.” I admire the red handprint blooming across her skin. “I think you can do better than that.”
I rain down a series of measured smacks as her vocalizations escalate to a deeply satisfying volume—one that feeds the animal in me.
When I sink my teeth into the warm, tender flesh I’ve just branded, she screams like she’s coming apart.
It’s a wild, unguarded sound sharpened by desire, and it goes straight to my cock.
I could spend all night wrenching those sounds from her until my ears bleed, but my restraint is hanging on by a thread. I need to fuck her until I’ve purged this unrelenting ache from my body.
I lower her back down to her knees, and her body bows forward in a feline stretch, arms sprawled before her as she rests her cheek against the floor.
My gaze travels over her languid form, spine gently curved, hips tilted in invitation. She has no idea what this is doing to my head.
I’m so goddamned hard it physically hurts.
I unfasten my pants and withdraw my cock, stroking it roughly. When I rub the head against her wet pussy, she arches back into me, so fucking eager for it. I have to stop myself from plowing inside her with one thrust.
A ragged breath shudders out of me as I ease myself in slowly, trying to calm the beast inside me. The way her body stretches to accommodate my cock is obscene, and I like the sight of it far too much.
I don’t know how she takes me, but the fact that she does makes me feral.
While her body adjusts to the intrusion, I band an arm across her front and drag her up, pinning her against me.
Sinking my fingers into her hair, I angle her head back and ply her lips apart with a bruising kiss, sliding my tongue inside her mouth.
Her fingers curve around the forearm strapped across her chest, anchoring herself to me as I start to slide my cock in and out of her.
I tighten my grip on her hair and deepen the kiss, drowning in the taste of her as I swallow every sound she makes.
I need her to understand how fucking agonizing it is to be near her when I can’t touch her.
Today unleashed a barrage of insane thoughts—like locking her in my dungeon so I can play with her whenever I want.
In the thick of it, the demon inside me laughs, taunting me with the reminder that I can’t keep her. But when I’m buried inside her, feeding my addiction, it’s hard to remember why.
I let go of her hair and grab her by the hip, holding her still as I fuck her rougher, punishing her for making me feel this way.
That plan backfires when she drenches me with her arousal, and a chorus of broken, needy sounds spills from her lips.
She clamps down around me as tension draws her body tight. The greedy little thief is trying to steal another orgasm like she’s collecting spoils of war.
I sink deeper, giving her more of my cock as the wet sound of my thrusts fills the closet.
When I release her swollen lips from mine, her head lolls back against my chest, taking the pounding with desperate little moans.
My fingers massage her breast, teasing her nipple as I slide my other hand off her hip and down between her thighs. The barest graze of her clit has her choking on a gasp, and her body begins to tremble.
She’s right there, and I can’t deny her.
I lift my gaze to the reflection in the mirror as I fuck her into oblivion and send her spiraling out of control.
The release slams through her in unrelenting waves as her body convulses around me.
Watching her come on my cock unleashes an explosive surge of pleasure that rolls down my spine and explodes out of me in a violent flood of heat.
A groan heaves from my lungs as I unload inside her, dissolving all the tension from my body.
Gabi collapses into me, the frantic beat of her heart pulsing against my arm. She feels safe with me, trusting that I won’t let her fall.
But as I examine our reflections in the afterglow, I can only see myself as the beast she shouldn’t trust.
That thought burrows inside my chest, compressing my ribs. I need something else to focus on, and I find it when I realize my fingers are biting into her skin.
I relax my grip on her and rub the spot. “Did I hurt you?”
She lets out a soft exhalation and shakes her head. “No.”