Eight
Whit
“ A lright, it’s a deal. We’ll be in touch,” Mike replies as we all rise from a private table in the VIP section. I know the guys are waiting for him to leave to show their excitement. Fuck, I am too.
“Thank you, sir.” I shake his hand, then watch as he makes his way down the stairs and out of the club doors.
“Holy fucking shit!” Blaine exclaims excitedly as he leans back in his seat, almost tipping over. Lennox looks like he’s still in shock at the news that was just dropped in our laps. His gaze locks on mine as a huge smile crosses his face.
“We did it,” Lennox breathes, his voice barely above a whisper before it gains volume. “We actually fucking did it!”
Blaine punches the air, nearly knocking over his drink in the process. “This is unreal. I can’t believe it. We’re going to be signed with Echo Heights Records.”
I lean back, a grin spreading across my face as the reality of the situation sinks in. Years of hard work, sleepless nights, and countless performances have finally paid off. This is the moment we’ve all been waiting for.
Slapping Blaine on the back, I let out a breath. “Hell yes! This is just the beginning. We’re going to take this all the way.”
Lennox shakes his head, a look of disbelief mixed with sheer joy on his face. “Man, I can’t even wrap my head around this. We’re really going to do this.”
I raise my glass, the sense of camaraderie and achievement filling me with pride. “To Chaos Theory and Echo Heights Records. This is our time, guys.”
We clink glasses, the sound ringing out like a promise of what’s to come. The weight of our achievement settles in, grounding us in this pivotal moment.
After a few more minutes of celebrating, a thought gnaws at the back of my mind. I pull Lennox aside, his excitement mirroring my own, but tinged with curiosity. “I need to check on Scarlett,” I mention, my concern for her overriding my desire to keep celebrating.
Lennox’s smile falters slightly but understanding dawns in his eyes. “Go. We’ll celebrate more later.”
With a nod, I make my way to the green room, my heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. As I open the door, I see Scarlett sitting in a chair, her expression distant, the shadows cast by the dim lights playing tricks on her face.
“Hey,” I say softly, stepping into the room, trying not to startle her. “We did it. We’re signing with Echo Heights Records.”
Her eyes snap to mine, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “That’s amazing, Whit! I’m so proud of you!” She jumps from the chair and skips toward me, her presence a vivid splash of color against the muted backdrop of the room. I can sense the darkness of her mind—her pain and moments of despair tonight—is overshadowed by the good news. She is good at hiding it, but I can see the shadows dance behind her eyes. They mirror my own.
I catch her in my arms, holding her close. “Yeah, it’s pretty surreal,” I admit, my voice tinged with excitement and relief. It feels like the culmination of our long, hard work; every sleepless night and every note caught between the strings of our instruments.
“Yeah, I bet.” She brushes my damp hair from my face, the strands curling slightly from sweat during the show. The warmth of her fingers sends a shiver down my spine as she leans up on her toes to place a soft kiss on my lips. I linger in the moment, breathing in the sweet scent of her perfume—vanilla blended with the faintest hint of honey—as my heart races.
She tries to pull back, but I’m faster. Before she can blink, I have her in my lap on the couch, the cushions yielding beneath our weight. Scarlett’s knees hug my waist as her piercing green eyes stare up at me, wide and full of an emotion I can’t quite decipher.
“What’s next?” she asks, her brows knitting together earnestly.
“We celebrate,” I reply, grinning as I tuck a lock of her fiery red hair behind her ear.
“Of course you need to celebrate. Go with the band. I can call and rideshare—” I gently cut her off by placing a finger to her rosy lips, the light pink gloss glittering under the dim light.
“Oh, I’m going to celebrate, little flame. Just you and me,” I state the obvious. “I need you, and only you. You’re mine.”
“Why do you call me ‘little flame’?”
I shrug casually. “You’re a force of nature. You exude fire, intensity, and passion. It’s irresistible to watch. Not to mention, your hair is fire, for real.” Her long, red waves shine a brilliant shade of copper when the sun hits them. Combine that with her pale freckled skin and soulful jade irises, and she’d bring any man to his knees. Not that I’d let anyone else near her. I don’t share, but I’d get to my knees for her, preferably to eat her slick cunt until she’s begging me to stop. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water.
The thought alone is enough to coax my dick to life. Clearing my throat, I stand with her in my arms.
“Seriously though. Go, Whit. Don’t let me distract you,” she pleads, her voice thin and reluctant. I study her petite frame, loving the way her long legs dangle past my knees, and the way she’s got an arm securely slung around my shoulders.
I turn us towards the door as she nuzzles into the crook of my neck, her wet eyelashes tickling my bare skin, and I know she’s fighting her emotions. Maybe she’ll cry for me, scream at me, or beg me for more. I don’t care, as long as she realizes that running into me was fate, and I’m not fucking up the universe by letting her get away.
“What do you want to do then?” she mumbles, her breath warm against my skin.
I pause, deliberating for a moment as the weight of the night settles on us. “I want to celebrate our victory in a way that cements it in my heart forever.”
Scarlett pulls back slightly, her brows arching as her green eyes search mine. “What do you mean?”
I smirk, knowing the game I’m playing. “Let’s make it official. You and I, together, in a way that ties us to this moment.” My heart pounds in my chest, excitement mingling with the maelstrom of emotions swirling around us
“You mean…” she trails off, her cheeks flushing a deep pink.
I nod slowly. “I mean, I’m going to be yours tonight, completely entwined, forever.”
Scarlett bites her lip, wavering between exhilaration and hesitation. “But, Whit…this is your big night!”
“Exactly. And I want to celebrate with you, my little flame.” I lean in, capturing her lips once more, the kiss deepening as she melts against me, surrendering to the pull of desire that lingers between us. As we melt together, I sense her walls crumbling, giving way to the fire we both harbor within.
“How about we get out of here?” I suggest, my heart pounding, anticipation coursing through me.
The night air is cool against my skin as I rev the engine of my bike, the deep rumble vibrating through my bones. It’s a sound I’ve come to love, one that masks the chaos of my thoughts. I glance over my shoulder, catching Scarlett’s gaze; her eyes are bright even in the dim streetlight, reflecting the thrill of the night, the risk of life, and something even deeper.
Scarlett wraps her arms around my waist, her grip tight and desperate. I can feel the tension radiating from her, a stark contrast to the adrenaline still coursing through my veins from the show and our new deal—a pact sealed by fervent energy and an unyielding desire for more. The streets are drenched in darkness and seem to narrow around us, trapping our world in a cocoon where only we exist.
We ride in silence, the only sound is the wind whipping past us and the steady thrum of the bike beneath us. Each twist of the throttle sends us surging forward, the city blurring into streaks of neon and shadow. The world usually buzzes with noise—but tonight, it’s just us.
As we approach her apartment, I slow the bike, the engine’s roar fading into a low purr. Scarlett’s grip loosens, but she doesn’t let go; the warmth of her touch anchors me. The weight of hesitation grows thick in the air, an invisible barrier between what we could be, and what we are.
“Do you want to come up?” she mumbles, her voice trembling with vulnerability, a soft plea hanging in the air.
“I didn’t bring my mask,” I chuckle softly, teasing her as my thumb softly brushes her bottom lip.
“Oh, well maybe another night then,” she replies, laughter dancing in the cool night air as she attempts to jump away from me, playful and elusive. But I’m quicker; I catch her in my grasp, holding her squirming form tightly against my chest, feeling her body press into me, igniting my senses.
“I don’t think so, little flame. I’m coming, and so are you.” I wink down at her, unable to resist the double entendre. I want to draw this moment out, to freeze it in time.
“Okay, okay! You caught me,” she giggles, surrendering as she meets my gaze, her breath hitching slightly as we linger in the cool breeze. For a heartbeat, the world outside fades and it’s just the two of us, caught in this shimmering moment.
I unclip my helmet, brushing my hair back before setting it down. The breeze tousles my hair as I pull her with me, leading her up the steps of her apartment.
Inside, the ambiance shifts. Her living room is dimly lit but decorated with eclectic pieces that reflect her vibrant personality—books stacked haphazardly, and colorful paintings splashed across the walls like her own personal gallery. I take a moment to soak it all in, feeling not just the warmth of the space, but also the warmth of her spirit.
“Make yourself at home,” she invites softly, shattering the lingering silence. “Are you thirsty or hungr–”
“I’m not hungry for food, Scarlett.” Her cheeks flush at my words, a vibrant hue that matches her surroundings, and I wonder if my heart might leap right out of my chest at the sight of her before me.
She shifts on the spot, her gaze darting around nervously. “I’m just gonna grab a bottle of water, you sure you don’t want one?” she asks, her voice tinged with a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty.
“Water would be nice,” I smile, trying to calm her nerves. But I know the real thirst I need to quench lies with her. As I watch her walk away, I can’t tear my eyes from the gentle sway of her hips, her body a siren’s call, calling to my soul to make her mine.
When she returns, I take the bottle from her, our fingers brushing as a spark passes through me. The cool water does nothing to ease the burning desire coursing through me.
I turn to her, our eyes locking, the air between us electric. The room is quiet, the only sound is the beating of our hearts, the heat of the moment enveloping us.
I move closer, slowly, deliberately, and she doesn’t pull away. As my lips meet hers, the world melts away, leaving only the taste of her mouth on mine, sweet and intoxicating.
Her skin is soft under my fingertips as I cup her face, deepening the kiss, exploring her, savoring her. With each passing second, the tension between us builds in a slow, delicious burn. It’s a dance, a seduction, a promise of what’s to come.
When she pulls away, her eyes are a stormy sea of emotions—desire, fear, longing—all mingling together. I can see the conflict within her, the struggle between her inhibitions and her hunger.
“What are you thinking, Scarlett?” I question, my voice barely above a whisper, our faces still mere inches apart.
“I, uh, well, I’ve never done this before,” she blurts out, then tries to hide her face in her hands. “I’m sorry. You’re this cool rockstar, and I’m just the weird girl on campus that always has her nose in a book.”
My hand slides along her jaw, gently tilting her head back to meet my gaze, the warmth of her skin tingling under my touch. “Hey,” I murmur, my voice firm yet comforting, “You are beautiful, smart, funny and sexy. Don’t let your mind play tricks on you, little flame. You are perfect just the way you are.”
I emphasize each point with a soft caress, tracing the contours of her face, reassuring her of her worth, of her beauty. I can feel her tension start to melt away, her gaze softening as she takes in my words.
“And as for experience,” I continue, a playful smile tugging at my lips, “I’m more than happy to guide you, to show you the depths of pleasure you’ve never known.”
I can see the hesitation in her eyes, mingled with a growing curiosity and desire. “But what if I’m not good at it?” she murmurs, her voice wavering.
I chuckle softly, my touch reassuring as I brush a stray strand of hair from her face. “Scarlett, you don’t need to be anything but yourself. It’s about pleasure, about connection. Trust me, you’re already perfect.”
She nods slightly, her lips curving into a shy smile, her trust in me palpable. “Okay,” she murmurs, a small spark igniting in her eyes.
“Remember, you can stop me at any time, okay? This is about your pleasure, Scarlett, but I like it rough.”
“Oh,” she breathes, warmth coating my neck, sending a shiver of desire through me.
“Tell me your safe word, baby.”
“Um…pineapple?”
“That’s my good girl,” I chuckle against her skin.
With a little forceful nudge, I push her onto the couch, her eyes wide and eager as I position myself between her legs, spreading them open, revealing the center of her desire to me. She’s a vision, a goddess in her vulnerability, her arousal evident in the way her chest rises and falls with quickened breaths.
“Wait! Just so I know, this is a one-night thing, right?” she babbles, her voice trembling, a mix of uncertainty but longing evident in her words.
“No,” I declare, more forcefully than intended. “I’m in it, Scarlett. I don’t just want you for tonight; I want all of you.”
Her breath catches, and her eyes soften as she shifts closer. “Then take me,” she murmurs, a challenge wrapped in silk.
With a swift movement, I capture her lips in a searing kiss, our bodies pressing together as heat ignites between us. My hands roam over her curves, mapping the contours of her body, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from her.
Our tongues intertwine like a sensual dance of desire and longing, the taste of her sweetness on my tongue. She arches against me, her body yearning for more, a silent plea that I am more than eager to fulfill.
As the kiss deepens, I inch my hands under her shirt, savoring her soft, warm skin against my palms. She gasps, but pulls me in closer.
I break the kiss, leaving her breathless, her lips swollen, and her eyes heavy with longing. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper, my voice rough with desire. “And you’re all mine.”
I remove her shirt and toss it aside, revealing her full breasts encased in a lacy black bra. I can’t resist the temptation; my mouth finds the soft swell of her breast, kissing, licking, teasing the sensitive flesh. Her nipples pebble under my touch, begging for my attention. Her body responds to my every touch, sending a thrill straight to my already hard cock.
“Whit...” she breathes, her voice a mix of desire and urgency. Her hands find their way under my shirt, her fingertips grazing my skin. Electric current ricochets through my body from her every point of contact and I know I can’t wait any longer.
“Take off your clothes, baby,” I command. “Show me all of you.”
She hesitates for a moment, a shy smile dancing on her lips before she complies.
With tantalizing slowness she removes her bra, her breasts spilling out, round and perfect with pink, pert nipples that demand to be sucked. She slips off her knee high boots then tugs off her leggings, revealing matching black panties that hug her curves enticingly.
“See? You’re doing amazing. Such a natural,” I murmur against her lips, pulling back just enough to lock eyes with her. The vulnerability from moments before gives way to something fiercer—a hunger, a wild need that glows in the depths of her gaze.
“My naughty little girl is full of surprises,” I purr, running my fingers along the smooth ink on her upper thigh.
“Just when I didn’t think you could get any hotter.” Scarlett whimpers, biting her plush, bottom lip.
“Touch yourself,” I instruct, my tone soft yet commanding. Her mouth drops open as a blush blooms across her cheeks. She tries to press her thighs together but I hold them steady, loving the view of her arousal.
“I’m embarrassed,” she admits, trying to look away from me.
“Shh, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I want to see what this pretty pussy likes. Show me, Scarlett,” I breathe into her ear. She sucks in a deep breath, then nods.
I watch, captivated, as her fingers dip beneath the waistband of her panties.
A gasp escapes her when she reaches her damp core, making her eyes flutter closed as she explores herself. She circles her clit but I need to see more, so I snatch the flimsy fabric, ripping her panties away.
“Hey!” Her hand stops stroking her clit as she tries to cover herself from my view.
“Nu uh. Keep going, baby.” She purses her lips but obeys.
The sight of her pleasuring herself ignites a fire within me. “That’s it, baby. Show me how you get this tight cunt to squeeze around your little fingers.” I croon in her ear, making sure my lips graze her earlobe. “Fuck your fingers,”
I trail my lips down the graceful curve of her neck, reveling in the soft, melodious whimpers escaping her mouth. With each kiss, I mark her, etching our moment into the very fabric of the night. My hands explore, mapping her body as intimately as the lyrics I write for my songs, desperate to learn every curve and contour beneath my fingertips.
“I want you so fucking much,” I murmur, my voice husky. The scent of her desire, sweet and intoxicating, fills the air. “I want to taste every inch of you, Scarlett.”
The need in my voice resonates, a deep longing that mirrors the desire I feel for her.
“Please, Whit...” she begs, her voice barely above a whisper, her words laced with desperation.
“Not until you make yourself come. I want to see you fall apart by your own hands.” I can feel her shiver against me as my words ignite a fresh wave of heat within her. Slowly, I move down her body, kissing her soft belly, her hips, her thighs, until I’m positioned between her legs, her hand the only barrier between us.
“Show me,” I urge, my voice rough with want. “Show me what makes you come undone.” With shaky fingers, she continues to stroke herself, her breath hitching with each movement. Her hips lift off the couch, seeking more, her need palpable.
“Whit,” she moans, her head thrown back, her eyes closed. I can see the tension build within her, her muscles tensing, her body quivering with the promise of release.
“Look at me,” I demand softly. “Look at me when you come, Scarlett.” Her eyes open, dark and hooded with lust, locking onto mine. I can feel her pleasure building, the rhythm of her fingers faltering, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.
The moment she falls apart is exquisite; her body arches, her mouth open in a silent scream as her orgasm crashes through her. It’s a sight I’ll never forget—her pleasure, her surrender, and the way her gaze never leaves mine, even as she rides out her ecstasy.
As she comes down from her high, her body limp and sated, I claim her lips in a possessive kiss. I pull her soaked hand to my lips, sucking her desire into my mouth. “So beautiful, so perfect,” I murmur against her fingers, my words like a soft caress.
“Now, it’s my turn.” With a swift movement, I have her stretched across the couch. She’s so wet, her arousal glistening, inviting me into her heaven. With a low growl, I lower my mouth to her; the first lick a sweet torment for us both.
She tastes divine, a mix of sweet and heady, a flavor that is uniquely her.
I devour her, my tongue exploring every fold and crevice, tasting her essence. She writhes beneath me, her hands finding purchase in my hair, holding me close.
“Whit, please...” she begs, her voice breaking with pleasure.
“Patience, baby,” I murmur, my breath hot against her sensitive flesh. “Let me savor you.” With slow, deliberate strokes of my tongue I worship her, bringing her to the edge of ecstasy time and time again only to pull her back, drawing out her pleasure, making her crave me more.
A frustrated hiss leaves her lips, making me chuckle against her pussy. I flick my tongue over her clit teasingly, never giving her what she needs. “Whit, I can’t take it,” she groans. “I need you inside me.”
Her plea is my undoing, my control slipping as I rise up, her arousal glistening on my chin.
“Bedroom?” I ask, my voice hoarse with need.
“Down the hall, last door on the right,” she breathes, her gaze dark and hungry, mirroring my own desire. I scoop her up in my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist, her heat pressing against me, driving me wild. Our kisses are frantic, desperate, a clash of teeth and tongues as I carry her towards the bedroom.
Upon entering her sanctuary, the room is bathed in soft moonlight as I sit her gently on the bed.
“Take off my clothes, Scarlett,” I command.
Without hesitation, she reaches for my jeans, her fingers trembling slightly as she unbuttons them, pushing them down my hips. I step out of them, my erection straining against the fabric of my boxer briefs. Her eyes widen as she takes in my size, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
“You might be a virgin, but have you ever touched a man’s cock before, little flame?” I ask her, my voice low and intense. Her eyes flicker up to meet mine, a blush staining her cheeks as she shakes her head.
“Good girl. You’ll only be touching and fucking mine. Now, take me out,” I order, the sound echoing in the silence of her room. She looks up at me, her eyes wide with uncertainty yet darkened with a growing hunger that mirrors my own.
With tentative fingers, she reaches out, tracing the outline of my erection through the thin fabric of my underwear. The light touch sends a jolt of electricity through me, my body responding instantly to her touch. As she begins to tug them down, I can’t help but to admire her, the way her hair cascades down her back, her lips slightly parted in anticipation. She’s a vision, and I’m struck by the sheer beauty of the moment.
My cock springs free, the weight of it heavy and hard, the head flushed and leaking precum. I see her swallow hard, a mixture of apprehension and excitement in her eyes.
Her hand wraps around my shaft, and I’m unable to hide the groan that escapes my throat. The sensation of her touch is overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure through me. She starts to move her hand, stroking me slowly at first, then with more confidence as she watches my reactions, learning what brings me the most pleasure.
“Fuck,” I hiss through gritted teeth, my hand covering hers, guiding her rhythm. “Just like that, baby. You’re doing so good.”
She bites her lip, her eyes fixed on her hand and my cock, a look of intense concentration on her face. Such a good little student.
The sight of her innocence mixed with curiosity and eagerness is almost too much to bear. I can feel the pressure building, the tension coiling deep within me.
“Stop,” I gasp, stilling her hand. “I don’t want to come yet. I want to be inside you.”
She looks up at me, a mix of relief and disappointment in her eyes. I smile reassuringly at her before stepping away to remove my shirt, revealing the tattooed canvas of my skin.
Her eyes roam over my torso, taking in the intricate patterns and designs that adorn my body, a silent testament to my past and passions. I watch as she tentatively reaches out, her fingers tracing the lines and curves, a gentle exploration of my skin.
The feeling of her hands on me is intoxicating, and I can’t resist the urge to close the gap between us. I lean down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. She responds eagerly, her mouth opening to welcome my tongue, the kiss deepening as we both lose ourselves in the moment. My hands find her breasts, cupping them gently, feeling their weight in my palms. She gasps against my mouth as I pinch her nipples lightly, rolling the hardened buds between my fingertips. The sound of her pleasure spurs me on, my cock throbbing with the need to be inside her, to claim her as mine.
I pull away slightly, looking into her eyes. “Are you ready for me, baby?” I ask, my voice rough with desire.
She nods, her breath quickening as she lies back on the bed, her body open and inviting. I position myself between her thighs, my cock brushing against her wet heat.
“I need your words, Scarlett.”
“Yes, Whit,” she breathes, her voice barely a whisper. “I’m ready. Oh! What about a condom?” she asks.
I shake my head, a smirk playing on my lips. “We don’t need one. I want nothing between us, baby.” I pause, searching her face for any hint of hesitation.
“I’m not on birth control, though,” she confesses, her voice soft. “What if I get pregnant?” The thought of her round with my child sends a possessive thrill through me, and my cock twitches in response. I’m not going to push her into this, but fuck, I want to fill her with my cum, claim her in the most primal way possible.
“We’ll deal with that if it happens,” I assure her, my voice low and soothing. Now I can’t get the image out of my head. Scarlett, carrying my child as she comes on tours with us.
“I don’t think you understand how badly I want to fill your womb with my cum.”
“Whit! We can’t…we shouldn’t,” she protests, her words are half-hearted as I see how her pupils are blown wide with desire. “We’ve only just met.”
“And yet, you’re about to give your virginity to me, little flame.” I stroke my cock, spreading precum down my shaft. “You’ve already taken that step with me.” I lean closer, our breaths mingling. “Do you want my cum deep inside you, Scarlett?” The air between us crackles with electricity. “You know you do, baby. You want me to fuck you full of my cum.”
She shudders, a whimper escaping her.
“Yes,” she says, her voice a breathless plea.
“That’s it,” I murmur, my voice low and seductive, my breath warm against her ear. “Just let go, Scarlett.” The tip of my cock nudges against her wet heat, teasing, testing. She moans, her body arching, seeking more. “You’re so perfect for me,” I groan, slowly pushing into her, her tight walls stretching to accommodate me. The sensation is overwhelming. The heat, the pressure, the feeling of her around me. It’s almost too much to bear.
“That’s it, baby, just relax,” I coax, easing in until I hit her resistance. “Deep breath, Scarlett.” Before she has time to think, I slam the rest of the way inside of her. Her screams reverberate from the walls around us.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby,” I gasp, struggling to maintain control. “So fucking good.” Scarlett whimpers as a tear rolls down her cheek. My tongue runs up the side of her face, needing the salty drip like my next breath.
“Talk to me, baby,” I urge, running my hand along her jaw, pulling her chin down to look at me.
“I’m okay. It’s better,” she whimpers.
“Look at my cock inside you, baby. Look at how perfect I fit in your tight pussy.” A guttural moan rises from her chest as she props herself up and looks at where we’re joined.
“It’s going to be better than you ever imagined,” I promise. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, her nails digging into my back. The pain mixes with pleasure, heightening the sensation, the connection.
“Mmm, I just became the first and last cock to ever get the pleasure of feeling this pussy.”
“Stop talking and move,” she begs, her voice a breathless whisper, her eyes wide with need, making me laugh.
“Oh, this greedy little pussy needs more? I’m going to pound into you so hard and so deep, baby. You’re never gonna forget this night, and you’re never gonna want another dick in your tight pussy. You understand?” I demand, my voice rough with desire. She nods, a whimper escaping her lips.
“Say it,” I hiss, pulling back slowly, teasingly, before slamming into her, setting a relentless pace. Her blood coating my dick spurs me on further. It’s as if she painted her name on me.
“Yes!” she cries out, her body arching off the bed, her hips meeting mine thrust for thrust. “I’m yours, Whit. Only yours.”
“That’s right,” I grunt, my hips pistoning back and forward, my cock driving deep into her welcoming warmth. “You’re mine, Scarlett.” I’m relentless, driving into her, claiming her, marking her as mine. I lean down, taking a nipple into my mouth, sucking hard before letting it go with a wet pop. “Your body is so fucking perfect,” I groan, my teeth grazing her skin.
I can feel her walls fluttering around me, her orgasm building. “That’s it, little flame. Come for me. Come on my cock.” I angle my hips, hitting that spot deep inside her that sends her spiraling over the edge.
“Just like that... yes... please...” she pleads softly, igniting a fire deep within me. It’s music to my ears, each note of her pleasure feeding the blazing desire between us.
“Oh, God!” she screams, her body shaking, her cunt clenching around me as she comes, triggering my own release.
With a primal roar, I spill myself inside her, my cum filling her, claiming her in the most primal, instinctual way possible. The thought of her pregnant with my child only intensifies my pleasure, the idea of her carrying a part of me, of us, sends a possessive thrill through me. As we come down from our shared high, I gather her in my arms, holding her close.
“I’m never letting you go, little flame,” I murmur, my lips brushing against her temple. “You’re mine, now and forever.” I can feel her smile against my skin, her body curling into mine.
“Promises, promises,” she taunts.
“Oh, little flame, that’s not a promise. That’s a vow.” I declare as I hold her tighter. “I’m going to make sure my seed takes hold and your womb is filled with my children, Scarlett.”
“So, I’m just a baby maker?” she asks with a laugh.
“No, but if I had my way, you’d always be pregnant and never miss carrying my child,” I say, meaning every single word.
This isn’t love.
Love is a farce, a fiction written by romance writers.
This is something darker and stronger than love. This is a need and a want that consumes my very being. I’ve been searching for her my whole life.
My soul’s desire.
My soul’s obsession.
She’s my everything.
She’s the center of my world.
She’s the reason for my existence.
She’s the center of my universe.
I didn’t know true beauty until I saw her.
I didn’t know what love was until I met her.
I didn’t know what passion was until I touched her.
I didn’t know what obsession was until I needed her.
I didn’t know what possession was until I had to have her.
The lyrics begin forming in my mind. Together, we could write our own love song. It might not be pretty, and it might not be sweet. But fuck, it will be ours. Our melody that only our hearts hear. Our symphony of love and madness that only we understand. The harmony of two souls that found each other in the chaos of this fucked up world.
I want her. I want to keep her, to possess her, to consume her, to corrupt her. I’ve already claimed her pussy and filled it with my seed, but now, I want to claim her heart. She’s already claimed mine. This is more than love, more than lust. This is a primal need to make her mine, to bind her to me in every way possible.