43. Shadow
SHADOW
S omewhere from the time Stitches and I got naked and the moment I was in now, I’d lost my damn mind. I felt feral and unleashed in a way I’d never felt before. Maybe it was because Stitches helped me. Encouraged me. Made me feel like I really could do this.
So far, it was working.
And I didn’t think I could go back now.
“I always worshipped a god who seemed to have forgotten about me,” I murmured, sliding the crucifix slowly along her slit. “Tonight I worship you.”
I slid the crucifix back up her pussy, watching her trembled beneath the cool material.
“You’re shaking,” I said softly. “Is it cold? Or is it the thought of me fucking your pussy with something so fucking sacred?”
I leaned forward so my lips were at her ear.
“You’re going to let me defile you, aren’t you? You’re going to let me shove this cross inside you and watch you clench around it like it’s your fucking salvation, huh, baby?”
I pulled the cross away, earning that soft whimper from her I loved so much.
“I want your moans to echo in heaven. I want the angels to hear what you sound like when you come for me, when you break on the very thing that was meant to keep you pure.”
I pressed it against her clit, earning a soft cry from her. Her hips rolled, lips parting in something between a moan and a prayer.
“That’s it, baby. Take it. Be my sin. Be the fucking reason I burn in hell.” I barely pushed it into her body.
She came, soaking both me and Stitches, her body shaking violently beneath the pleasure.
“Fuck,” Stitches groaned, his release raining down on her pussy as he came with her.
I smiled, feeling more satisfied than I’d ever felt in my life.
I dropped the crucifix and jerked off on her trembling body, my come mixing with Stitches’s on her pussy.
Breathing hard, I slowed my hand and stared down at the mess we’d made.
“I think I’m in fucking love,” Stitches muttered, clapping me on the shoulder. “You pass, man. You’re the fucking man. Goddamn.”
I smiled wider and leaned down to kiss my girl. Our girl.
If I could manage myself like this every time, then Sirena was in big trouble.
I was ready to do it, but wanted it to be just me and her.
Soon. Very fucking soon.
* * *
Three days after the dorm room with Stitches and Sirena, I lit candles in the room, and Asylum was out for the night because I told him I would finally do it with her. She didn’t know, but I’d been planning it since Stitches talked me into messing around with her while he was there.
Stitches and Ashes had agreed to not fuck her while she was with them walking home. I told them I was ready to do this and had even told Church, who stared me down like he was going to murder me, before he simply nodded and walked away.
That was permission as far as I was concerned.
I looked around the place. Rose petals scattered across the floor and bed. Candles. Cupcakes I’d made. It was cliche and lame, but I was a novice at romance. Sirena loved all the things I did, so I felt confident she’d like this.
I heard their voices outside the door and breathed in as a means to calm myself. I’d done everything I could think of to make this last tonight and rock her world. I read a book, watched some videos, Asylum and Stitches gave me more pointers, and I’d jerked off not long before. If I wasn’t ready now, then I never would be.
The door opened, and she stepped into the room. Her eyes lit up as the door clicked closed behind her and she took in what I’d done.
“Do you like it?” I asked, going to her and kissing her gently.
She nodded, taking in everything.
“I-I thought maybe tonight we could…that I could… that, uh?—”
She pressed her finger to my lips and dropped her jacket onto the floor.
“I’ll let you have a minute,” I said, backing away from her.
She watched me momentarily before entering the bathroom and closing the door behind her.
I breathed out, trying to compose myself. My dick was harder than a fucking redwood tree in my pants.
I took my clothes off and sat on the edge of the mattress. She came out in her robe and stopped in front of me.
I reached out, rested my hands on her hips, and stared at her.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmured as she threaded her fingers through my hair. I closed my eyes, relishing her touch.
When I opened my eyes, I breathed out and undid the belt on her robe, opening it like she was a gift from God.
Naked.
Completely bare for me.
I swallowed hard and stood, pushing her robe off as I went.
Her naked body pressed against mine. I kissed her, tasting every bit of her I could get. Carefully, I put her onto the mattress and laid her back, drinking in her beauty and silence.
I balanced myself over her small body, every nerve in my body pulled taut like a bowstring. My cock throbbed, heavy and hot, resting against her stomach, and still I didn’t move. I just looked at her.
She stared back at me with her colorful eyes. She was completely gorgeous, but silent, her chest rising and falling, lips parted, cheeks flushed. She didn’t speak, but she answered my silent question by spreading her legs wider for me. Her hand curled around my wrist. She didn’t have to stay a word to me. I knew. I knew she wanted me like I wanted her.
I was scared to death… but I wanted her more than I wanted to back down from this moment.
My fingertips brushed her jaw. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whispered. “You know that, right?”
She blinked slowly. That look she gave me, I’d never seen anything like it. Like I was something precious. Cherished. Loved.
Like I belonged to her.
I leaned down and kissed her. Soft at first. Careful. Her fingers tangled in my hair, and I lost myself a little, deepening the kiss, my body pressing flush against hers. Her thighs tightened around my hips, and I could feel the slick heat between her legs, inviting me into dangerous territory.
I pulled back and looked down at her. Her skin was flushed. Pretty pink painted across her soft mounds. I memorized every inch of her. The curve of her neck. The fullness of her breasts. The soft dip of her hips. The way her nipples peaked under my heated gaze.
“I’ve imagined this moment since the day I met you,” I admitted. “I imagined what you’d feel like. What you would taste like. What sound you’d make as I buried myself deep inside you.” I kissed my way down her body, slow and reverent. Her throat. Her chest. Her breasts. Her stomach. She shivered under my lips, her fingers clutching the sheets.
I kissed the inside of her thigh before I licked her pussy. I pulled back and looked up at her, breathless.
“You taste like heaven. Like something I’d fall to my knees and worship.”
She arched as I dragged my tongue through her pussy, and fuck, the taste of her almost undid me. I licked her slow, steady, careful to not overdo it. I wanted her shaking. I wanted her body to beg, even if her mouth couldn’t.
Her hands clenched the sheets as I flicked my tongue around her clit. Her thighs trembled when I picked up my pace. Silent gasps escaped her parted lips as she jutted her hips up to meet my tongue.
Only when I let her come, tight, wet, and so goddamn perfect, did I come up for air, kissing my way back to her soft lips.
Her pupils were blown wide. Her cheeks flushed. She was panting, but silent.
I lined myself up to her pussy, my cock heavy and slick from the ache of holding myself back.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “But I need you.”
She reached up, cradled my face, and nodded. That one small motion wrecked me.
I pushed forward and breached her.
Tight. Hot. Her pussy sheathed me inch by delicious inch. My breath hitched. My vision blurred. Every muscle in my body tensed from the effort of not moving too fast and ruining everything.
When I was finally seated fully inside her, I stilled. Slow, just like Stitches said. I breathed out, noticing we were both trembling.
Her eyes met mine.
“I love you, Sirena,” I said softly.
“I love you,” she answered back in her sweet voice.
That was it.
I let go and pulled out before pushing back into her.
She was so tight and hot around me. So fucking wet. Goddamn perfect. It nearly broke me. I stayed still for a moment, trying to slow it down, as I tried to breathe through the storm building in my chest.
She stared into my eyes. No words. No sound. Just her eyes telling me everything I needed to know.
She liked this. She trusted me. She wanted this.
I kissed her, messy, open-mouthed, desperate for everything she could give me. I pulled my hips back a few inches before pressing forward again. The sensation made me gasp in her mouth.
“Fuck,” I breathed, forehead pressed to hers. “You feel like you were made for me.”
She arched up, silently urging me deeper.
I had no choice but to obey her silent commands.
Again. And again. Over and over I plunged in and out of her.
I kept my thrusts slow and measured. I watched every change in her expression, memorizing everything. The way her lips parted, the way her brows furrowed, the way her pussy clenched my cock when I hit that perfect spot deep inside her. I memorized it all. Seared it into my mind like scripture.
I kissed her temple. Her forehead. Her lips. I whispered her name between broken breaths. Every time I slid back in, a little harder, a little deeper, I felt something feral and possessive unlock inside of me.
She was mine. Mine. MINE.
And I was hers.
It rose like a fire in my blood.
I fucked deeper into her body, picking up my pace, eager for her to come undone on my cock.
She was soft and silent, but her body answered me like I was king of her world. She clung to me. Her thighs squeezed around my waist. Her hips jutted up to rock against mine with each stroke.
I was doing good. I was so focused on her and how it felt that I’d completely forgotten my fear of ruining everything.
I growled low in my throat, my hips slamming forward harder, lost in the sounds of skin meeting skin.
“You like this, don’t you?” I asked, my voice rough and thick. “You want me to fuck you deeper? Harder?”
She whimpered, just a breathy little sound.
It drove me fucking insane.
She was doing that for me. For the guy who always lost. Who no one ever gave a shit about.
Me.
She spread her legs wider, allowing me full access so I could fuck her deeper.
“That’s it, cupcake. Just for me, baby.”
I pinned her wrists above her head and leaned over her as I thrust into her with a rhythm that bordered on brutal but never careless. Everything mattered in this moment. I watched her every second. Every breath. Every flutter of her lashes. I memorized it all.
She gasped, her eyes dazed and shining, her mouth open like she wanted to scream but couldn’t. That look made my control slip.
“You’re mine,” I growled against her neck, my voice shaking with restraint as I rutted into her. “All of you. Every fucking inch. Every sound you don’t make. I’ll take care of you. Always.”
I released her wrists, cradled her face again, and kissed her like I needed her to breathe. To live. I slowed my thrusts again, because I needed this to last.
“You feel so good, baby,” I whispered against her lips. “So fucking good. I want to stay inside you forever.”
Her back arched as I pushed forward. She trembled.
“That’s it,” I said, my voice soft as I continued my pace on her pussy. “Come for me. I want to feel it. I want to know I made you fall apart for me.”
She did exactly that.
Her pussy clenched around my cock, our heartbeats one, as her release rushed through her.
It pushed me over the edge, and I came with her, groaning loudly against her mouth. I came so fucking hard I forgot my own name.
“Fuck, fuck,” I cried out. “S-Sirena, baby.”
She dug her nails into my back as her pussy milked me, draining me of every drop.
I held her through it. Pumping slowly into her pussy to dance in the aftermath with her. I held her tighter, my forehead against hers, our breathing ragged, and our hearts racing together.
I kissed her. Slowly. Sweetly.
“Thank you,” I whispered, voice raw and full of emotion. “For trusting me. For loving me. For giving yourself to me.”
She kissed me, her fingers tangled in my hair. I groaned out softly, riding one orgasm into the next.
This was the best fucking night of my life.