Chapter Eight
Ingram
I’d never given a fuck what would kill me. It was something I barreled toward with every last thing I did, but what exactly got me in the end?
What did it matter?
The sensation of Yun reaching out for me, though, of her taking the initiative and kissing me first, was like looking at my own death. I had a feeling this woman could hold a knife to my throat and I wouldn’t care a bit, so long as she didn’t move away.
I’d never understood the need for anyone or anything in particular before. I wanted more, and more of what didn’t much factor in. So long as I could overindulge, so long as I could feed it into that void inside of me, nothing else mattered.
Yun, though, felt different. She was something I craved specifically, where nothing else would satisfy me.
To have the feeling, to keep that quiet peace, I’d let her drive in a knife no matter how deep.
However, she didn’t have a knife right now, so I focused instead on what I wanted, which was her stripped down and without anything between us.
I craved the sounds of her moans, soft in the darkness, breathed against my ear.
I needed those desperate noises she made, the ones full of hunger and need.
I grasped her slacks, it taking every last bit of restraint I possessed not to tear them off.
Given that she didn’t have a lot of clothing, I was pretty sure that would only piss her off.
Instead, I undid the fastener that sat just below her belly button, then curled my fingers into the waist of the fabric, grasping her panties at the same time and pulling both down her legs.
I yanked off her shoes, taking the socks with them and tossing all of it aside.
As quickly as I did so, I spread her again and ran my flat palms up each inner thigh, moving until they reached the crux of her body, just a breath from her cunt.
Even still, I paused, just a heartbeat, to see if she’d flinch, if she’d pull away.
She shifted her hips forward, brushing her pussy against my thumbs.
So much for control.
I hooked a finger beneath her shirt and pulled it up, exposing her chest. She was still hidden behind a simple bralette, the fabric like a band rather than individual cups.
I leaned in, dragging my tongue over one nipple through the obstruction as I twisted my other hand to rub directly at her clit.
Sometimes the best bet was to go for it, to throw yourself in and just hope for the best. It was how I’d lived a lot of my life, willing to just do it, consequences be damned.
If I let her think too deeply about, well, anything, she might just decide this wasn’t a great idea.
She might let her nerves get the best of her, and the idea of stopping seemed impossible.
I wanted her overwhelmed and lost to pleasure.
She lifted her hips again, a quicker jerk that nearly felt like she was thrusting against me—fuck, did I like that.
I slid one finger into her, ready if she decided to burn out all my synapses for it.
She was tight—uncomfortably tight. It reminded me that I had to take it slow enough to get her fully ready. I didn’t usually go for virgins, but like always, Yun was an exception.
She whimpered, the sound something between desire and concern.
Slow, you stupid fucker.
No matter how badly I wanted this, it’d get yanked away if I wasn’t careful.
So I slid that one finger into her, slowly, carefully, chasing each noise that she made. I found the places she enjoyed, the ones that got the best reactions. “Easy,” I whispered against the fabric of her bra, wet from my saliva. “How’s it feel?”
“Good.”
“Want it to feel even better?”
She nodded, her fingers digging into my back like the idea of me stopping terrified her.
Not that I would—I wasn’t that selfless. I wanted to see her come apart, wanted to watch her lose all her senses. I craved it more deeply than anything I’d desired before.
I shifted to two fingers, the feeling of her guiding putting me on edge even without having touched my cock.
A man could get addicted to the feeling, to the way she pulled that corruption out of me with such ease.
It was like a splinter I’d lived with for years finally getting removed, where I’d gotten so used to the pain that I hadn’t noticed it anymore.
Only when Yun removed it could I breathe easily, did I realize the strain from carrying that corruption inside me.
I fucked her with slow, deep thrusts of my fingers, stretching her out. Maybe I should have waited, but I didn’t trust myself to do that. I had a limit to what I could resist, and Yun’s cunt seemed to make up that limit.
She lifted her hips against my hand, making it feel as though she fucked herself. I was pretty sure I could have stayed still, and she’d have done all the work.
Which got to me all the more. I didn’t mind taking the reins, didn’t mind being in control at all, but the idea that she was so desperate to take what she needed? Oh, that fucking drew me in.
I pulled her bra up to expose her fully, but left the shirt and bra in place. So long as they didn’t keep me from my goal, I didn’t much care about removing them.
Her breasts weren’t huge—in fact, they’d probably be considered on the small side—but fuck if I cared. They were perfect, with pale skin but darker nipples. Not quite pink, more of a soft brown that looked absolutely delicious to me.
And not being one to resist, I leaned down and took one between my lips, teasing the stiff peak.
She opened so nicely for me, her body turning soft. Every now and then she would hesitate, but just for a heartbeat, before her muscles would loosen again. It was like her past came closer, but she ignored it, separating now from before, me from whoever had put that fear inside her.
“I’m gonna fuck you now, Spark. You ready for that?” This was it, the one out I’d give her, the one chance to turn around and decide this wasn’t what she wanted. I pulled back enough to stare down at her, to look into her dark eyes, searching for an answer.
Even if she said yes, if she hated it, if her eyes said she wasn’t sure, I’d back off. Fuck, I’d chop off my own dick before I went too far with her or risked hurting her.
Which said something, because I was rather fond of my dick.
“Yes,” she said. Was there some doubt? Some worry? Sure, but nothing in her expression gave me pause, nothing made me think she was pushing herself beyond her limit.
“Good answer.” I wrapped my hand around my cock and rubbed the head along her drenched folds. She twitched against me, and I took that as the best welcome I’d ever gotten.
I sank into her slowly, the sensation of her body giving way for me fucking addicting.
She was tight—uncomfortably so, really—but her giving into me made it better.
In fact, a part of me felt as though her body reshaped just for me, like I left that big of a mark.
Each piercing that pushed into her made me groan, the sound deep and not entirely good, but I still enjoyed every bit of it.
“Fuck,” I breathed out, the word heavy and strained. I wanted every part of her, and the more I had, the more I needed.
The further we went, the surer I felt that she was irrevocably bound to me, that I would never be able to let her go. It was like with our bodies connected, I truly felt whatever deeper bond existed between us.
It made me wrap my fingers over the front of her throat before leaning in and kissing her, as though that could make her come to the same conclusion I had, just when I fully seated my cock inside of her.
She’s mine.