Chapter 82
Quill
Tear Collector
Who Do You Want
Ex Habit
He didn’t even let me start the sentence, rushed toward me and grabbed me by the hips before his lips crashed against mine and I stumbled backward against the bathroom vanity, followed by Davian, who shoved his tongue into my mouth, which I automatically welcomed with mine.
A moth bomb exploded in my stomach, craving all the light he left behind in my darkness, and my legs threatened to give way as he clamped my lower lip between his and let his hands slide under my top.
“Davian, down there are…”
“Don’t remind me.”
He kissed me as if something were tormenting him, and I immediately felt the tugging in my chest, kissed him back, and let my hands wander to his chest.
“I’ve missed you, Feather.”
He sounded breathless, kissing his way down my neck, and I tilted my head back, which he took as an invitation to let his tongue become part of every kiss until he reached my shoulder and turned me toward the bathroom vanity.
The tingling in my stomach reached a new peak.
“A skin-tight, off-the-shoulder top?” he murmured hoarsely, his breath trailing down my neck. “The moment I saw you in that goddamn outfit, I knew I wasn’t going to let you just go to sleep tonight.”
Another tingling wave shot through my body, down to my core, which was already throbbing with arousal.
“Davian, we can’t…”
He pressed himself against me from behind, letting me feel his hard erection against my butt, and I fell silent, sighing softly.
Ugh, I was addicted to this man…
“I say what we can.”
His physical closeness was enough to shut down my mind.
But his words…
I wanted to let myself fall against him, felt his hands wandering over me, undoing the button on my pants, and closed my eyes.
“Do you know that my pussy is literally dripping right now?”
Davian growled something unintelligible, but instead of my words luring his fingers to my wet lips, they wandered to my hips and slipped into the waistband of my pants.
Arching my back, I pushed my butt toward him as his hand roamed over my right curve.
The pants were in the way.
Davian simply ripped them down, along with my panties, causing me to sigh softly, and a glance backward revealed that he was staring at my bare butt and that visible part of my pussy where I could feel myself dripping with arousal.
Adrenaline shot through my body.
This was too risky.
And yet I missed him so much that my reason would never stand a chance against all these emotions.
Davian had made me His.
Driven by lust, I arched my back further, braced myself on my forearms on the bathroom counter, ready to let him do whatever he wanted with me.
The urge inside me to be Velina for him, to give myself up completely, to let him abuse me for the sake of his inspiration, to be his object, was overwhelmingly strong. It had even gotten worse since he had rubbed himself against me in his office and come all over my face.
I would give him everything I had. Whenever he needed it.
Davian’s index and middle fingers found my soaked pussy, and I whimpered as he slid them over my swollen lips.
“Quill, how...” His fingers slid into the oozing wetness. “God...”
Moaning softly, I closed my eyes with longing, tilted my head to the side so he could see from behind just how fucking addicted I was to his touch.
It was already running down the insides of my thighs. I could feel it. He felt it too as he spread my juices there with gentle movements, as if it were oil paint he were meticulously smearing, before he moved his fingers back to my slit and softly cursed my name.
It was throbbing between my legs. I needed this man. Inside me. As deep as possible.
“Come on, Davian,” I moaned with pleasure, rubbing myself against his two fingers. “Just slide it in quickly, just once.” I pushed myself against him until I met the hardness in his pants again and he froze. “What’s the worst that could happen?”
I was risky, and he knew it.
We both were risky.
The mere thought of all that could happen drove me wild. And him, too, apparently, because I heard fabric sliding to the floor.
The next moment, I felt his warm, veiny hardness against my butt.
Moaning quietly, I nestled myself against him, which he immediately used to press himself against the cleft of my butt.
Instinctively, I pressed my pussy against his balls, rubbing myself gently to get them wet, which made a soft squelching sound and caused him to breathe audibly.
Davian’s hands gripped my hips, and he pressed himself relentlessly against me without stopping his grinding.
I needed him inside me, where I would massage his cock until he was on the verge of forcing his seed into me, filling me up, even though we couldn't let it go that far.
He moaned very quietly, letting me massage his balls and the lower, bulging base of his swollen cock with circular motions.
Again he growled something unintelligible, then dug his hands into the flesh of my butt, bringing me to a standstill.
Nothing about this was sensual or gentle. After all these days of longing glances and fleeting touches, we both wanted unrestrained release.
Yesterday I had stood at the ajar door of his study and watched him eagerly massage his cock until he had shot his load onto one of my panties. An image I couldn’t get out of my head. One that now whipped heat into my cheeks and even more wetness into my pussy.
“You’re right. We’re not alone,” Davian growled so hoarsely that the tingling in my stomach nearly drove me out of my mind.
The sense of reason I had been so proud of just a minute ago had now completely vanished. It seemed to be trying to reach Davian.
“No one has to hear us,” I purred, glancing over my shoulder. “And now please fill me.” I pulled back so the tip of his cock slid down my ass. “I want to leak.”
Davian’s Adam’s apple bobbed violently as he watched me lift my hips and push myself toward his glistening tip. It bumped against my sticky slit.
He wanted it. Me. My submissive pussy.
With one hand, he pressed his tip down, letting it bathe in the wetness of my slit, smearing all my juices until he stopped just before my opening.
“Oh, Quill”
He looked up at me, closely watching my expression in the mirror as I waited longingly for my release.
“I haven’t forgotten that you’re not on the pill.”
My pussy gave way under his cock and I felt him slowly slide inside, parting my trembling lips as I arched my back further for him, moaning softly.
“And that you’re making the mistake of trusting me and my reason.”
He pushed himself fully into me with a sound that came as he drew in air through his tightly clenched teeth, stretching me with every millimeter, leaving me barely a chance to process his words.
“You’re going to pull out…” I sighed softly and let him press himself warm and tight against me.
His hand wandered into my hair and he wrapped it around his fist, the way he liked it, and pulled me up toward him so his other hand could slide under my top into my bra and grab my right tit.
He didn’t move inside me, staying there as he leaned forward, kissing my neck up to my ear and kneading my nipple.
Whimpering quietly, I pressed myself against him, feeling him slide even deeper inside me.
He paused right by my ear.
“Who says I want to pull out?”
Overwhelmed, I opened my eyes, but Davian was faster.
He pulled back and thrust himself into me with such intensity that I moaned uncontrollably.
Before the sound could fill the bathroom – and probably the whole house – he let go of my hair, and the next moment his hand pressed firmly against my mouth.
He leaned close to my ear again.
“What makes you think I won’t fill you with my seed?”
My eyes widened and a devastating smirk spread across Davian’s lips.
I wanted to say his name, but under his hand only an indistinct mumble emerged as he pulled back again, only to sink back inside me.
Fuck. I wanted him, pushed myself toward him. But he really couldn’t come inside me...
Again he pulled back, again he stretched me completely from the inside before picking up speed.
He took his hand off my mouth.
“Davian... You can’t...”
Instantly, he moved it back, leaning in toward my ear again with a dark smile.
“I think it’s too late, Velina.”
My eyes widened completely, which intensified his sinister smirk, before he picked up the pace again.
His balls began to make slapping sounds, and to make matters worse, his words turned me on so much that I couldn’t help but moan into his hand at the thought of his sticky white cum, while I felt myself leaking all over his merciless cock.
But this wasn’t right... he couldn’t just cum inside me…
“Be a good girl and ride me, Quill.”
I obeyed without hesitation, riding his cock while whimpering softly into his hand.
“Ugh… Fuck, yeah… Who’s my little submissive whore?” I whimpered as he leaned in close to my ear and fucked me with increasing intensity. “Who wants to be bred, hmm?”
His words suffocated my brain, and before I could even respond, he thrust into me so hard that I had to grab the countertop to keep us both steady, while Davian wrapped his arms tightly around me and pressed his forehead against my neck with a stifled moan of lust.
“Take my seed, Quill…”
I felt him twitch inside me.
My eyes widened.
“Take it all…”
He actually came inside me.
And I couldn’t help but – overwhelmed in his arms and on the brink of pleasure – close my eyes and sigh softly into his hand, while I pressed my pussy against his cock and clenched around him.
Fuck, this was not good at all…
Gasping, he leaned closer to my ear.
“Your pussy belongs to me, Quill. And I’ll fill it whenever I want,” he gasped against my neck in a hoarse voice before moving closer to my ear again, still pressed against me. “Being mine means I’ll make sure not a day goes by without my cum dripping from your cunt.”
He pulled out of me and I sighed, but moaned quietly when I felt him slide two fingers inside me, slightly stretching my opening and letting his cum run out of me before smearing it across my lips with a soft, sensual moan.
“Mm… Can you feel us?”
I nodded, my legs trembling.
Holding my gaze in the mirror, he spread more of himself across my inner thighs before massaging my pussy with it and making me whimper into his hand.
“That’s what it feels like to be my muse, Quill.”
There was something dark in his gaze. Something I had become addicted to at some point over the last two weeks. If I hadn’t already been, back when I’d read his book over and over again.
“You’re going to sleep with this tonight.”
I swallowed, not sure if it was because of his harsh, commanding tone or the fact that he had come inside me.
Keep The Rain
Searows
Davian pulled away from me, zipped up his pants, then pulled my pants back up, turned me toward him, and cupped my face in both hands.
“Just so you know… I checked your calendar and made a chart. You’re infertile right now. So don’t worry.”
He studied me, running his thumb across my cheek.
Wait… what?
“You…”
Relief and excitement exploded through my nervous system.
He gave a mischievous smirk, but immediately turned serious again.
“Did you find it inappropriate? Did I scare you?”
For a moment, I couldn’t help but just stare at him.
He was so damn good at switching between the caring Davian and the obsessed Atrinus. A sign that he had restricted himself for years and trained himself to be reasonable. That he had lived for others and not for himself.
A man of masks.
Remorse immediately flashed in his eyes, but I quickly shook my head.
“You could never scare me.”
He was my safe space. The only one I’d ever had.
I tried to relish the aroused tingling in my stomach, wanted to focus entirely on his touch, his closeness, but the fact that we didn’t have time was already gnawing at me.
“Damn, you’re risky, Quill,” Davian murmured darkly. “You would have just let me…”
“We should go downstairs,” I interrupted him with a smirk.
Hopefully he knew that he had made me addicted. That from now on, I would welcome risky moves on his part.
I was just about to walk past him when his fingers moved to my hips, stopping me, making me meet his gaze, which now held a hint of concern.
“Show me your scar.”
It took me a moment before the nervous smile made it to my lips.
“I’m fine.”
“Quill…”
I immediately lifted my black top and watched as he stared at the scabbed-over wound, which, thankfully, wasn’t weeping at the moment.
His swallow made me pull the top back into place, but my feelings of pleasant overwhelm were quicker, and the mere memory that he had left a scar on me drew a tear from my eye.
I wanted to wipe it away, but he gently grabbed my wrist.
“Don’t…”
Confused, I watched as he pulled a tiny vial from his pants pocket, unscrewed the metal cap, and… brought it to my skin.
Focused, he stared at my tear, letting it roll into the vial before moving it to the other side and catching the second tear as well.
Overwhelmed, I barely drew in a breath, and more tears slipped from my eyes.
Davian watched them roll down before catching them all far too tenderly.
“Why are you doing this?”
He took the vial back, closed it with the hint of a soft smile, his eyes fixed on my collection of tears, before stowing it in his pants pocket.
He had been waiting for my ink.
“Because I need it.”
Flustered and confused, I stared at him, and his smirk intensified, but I was too bewildered, too scattered, so I turned back to the mirror and made sure I didn’t look too dead.
Davian took a deep breath, turned away from me, but this time I grabbed his hand when I remembered what he had said downstairs.
“Why D.C.?”
He turned to me, parted his lips slightly, but hesitated.
“To be honest, I don’t know myself yet. The D.C. thing was a rash answer.”
He looked at me indecisively. Guilty. Yet he wasn’t to blame for anything.
“Why are you quitting? Why now?”
He shook his head.
“I hate that place. I want to get out of there. And you should get out of there too.”
He knew that wasn’t an option, that I still had one important thing to take care of.
“I’m going to the New Year’s Eve Gala.”
“What?”
I walked past him.
“My father can’t see me showing weakness. This invitation from him is just another game to drive me crazy.”
He stepped forward, took my hand in his, his gaze worried.
“Quill, you should let go of this man and leave this town behind. The best revenge is simply to walk away, make the most of your life, and never look back.”
Maybe he was right. But I would never find out. Because my plans were set.
Joseph Richter would lose everything, just as I had lost everything until I had found Davian. If I couldn’t take away his power over me, I had to take away at least as much from him to have even a chance of showing him that he had grossly underestimated me.
“I won’t rest until Joseph Richter gets what he deserves.”
He started catching all her tears.
Filled with sorrow, pain and fears.
But all he ever saw was ink.
The color which defined their link.
– Leaking Batteries Diary