Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
DEREK
My body tightened, convulsing as my mouth moved on their accord. I tried to move the rest of my body, but it was as though I was plagued with sleeping paralysis.
I could hear screams.
The voice sounded like mine, like a younger version of me.
"You are trash, little boy."
"You will stay down here in the basement until you learn your lesson."
I jerked, and twitched, trying to hold onto something, but the memories kept drowning me with every breath I took. My breath was thinning out. The walls that surrounded me seemed to shrink a little smaller every passing second.
"…Derek…"
"Derek."
I jolted with a start, covered in sweat. My eyes struggled to adjust to the dimness that surrounded me. It was like stepping out of one suffocating hole and plunging into another. My chest tightened, burning with every breath I tried to push out of my lungs.
"Derek."
A throbbing pain settled in my temple.
Warm, delicate palms brushed my skin, making me flinch. I craned my neck to the side to see a pair of familiar blue eyes staring back at me, filled with worry.
"Derek, come back to me." She stroked my forearm gently.
In soft, light strokes, I was drawn back to reality, my breathing slowly taking a steady edge.
She materialized before me like a seductive vision in the wake of the night.
Her silk nightwear hugged her delicate curves, reminding me of how I spent the whole day worshipping them.
Her red hair cascaded down her back, forming a fiery halo over her face.
Streaks of moonlight that poured into the room hit her face from all angles, bestowing upon her a celestial glow that made my breath catch.
She wasn’t just a vision. She was my anchor and she brought me back.
"Are you okay?" she asked softly.
"I’m fine. Go back to sleep." I stated shrewdly, turning away from her.
She wouldn’t let me. "No, you are not."
The emotions I spent a long time pushing back were warring within me, threatening to consume me. I was too fucked up to be with her, to want her. But I had been so selfish to think that I could have a woman like her without my past threatening to rip me apart.
I didn’t think I’d stay over.
But my greed for her made it so hard to keep my hands off. I spent the entire day claiming her on every available surface. After I wore her out, all she wanted to do was cuddle. I hardly slept, but the moment she laid her head on my chest, her presence lured me to sleep.
"Look at me." She cupped my face. My nerves loosened instantly. It felt like sorcery, the kind of control she had grown to have over me.
Our eyes locked briefly.
She took me by surprise when she straddled me.
She pushed her frame forward, grinding on my eggplant.
It elicited a deep-throated groan from me.
I cupped her plump buns, eliciting a shudder from her.
Her palm softly caressed my cheek, her eyes gleaming with a look that told me she wasn’t judging me but was trying to understand me.
"You had a nightmare."
She wasn’t outright asking but I nodded.
"This—us," she swallowed, locking her eyes on me. "It’s not just a fling for me. I care about you. I–want you, flaws, scars and all. You never have to feel like you need to hide parts of yourself from me, so I’d think that you are perfect. I don’t need you to be perfect. You are already enough."
Fuck.
My throat tightened.
Her lips brushed mine. "Don’t you ever hide from me again."
"I won’t."
"Will you tell me about it someday?"
I didn’t want to go there. Not now. Not ever. But there was also a part of me that wanted to tell her every horrible thing I went through and let her love me anyway. "Someday." I murmured, taking her lips in.
The kiss was greedy at best, like we were both seeking to get as much as we could from each other, but each stroke of our lips against each other left us aching for more.
I squeezed her plumpy buns, proceeding to spank her.
She jerked, releasing a filthy moan into the kiss.
My fingers wandered beneath her nightwear only to find her flower wet and her scroll wheel swollen.
"Please." She panted.
She tugged at my drawstrings, whipping out my pork sword and lining her entrance with it.
"Fuck, Derek."
She shuddered. I crumbled beneath her, subjecting myself to her wanton desires. My grip tightened possessively around her hip, my fingers hastily pushing down the strap of her dress, so I could cup a feel of her melons and pinch her peaks.
"Ah."
A growl rumbled in my chest. "You are perfect."
There was something undoubtedly raw about this moment—something that made me want to live in it as much as I could and savor every piece of it.
I'd never get tired of having her inside of me. My willy was stretching her out, getting accustomed to her warm, wet walls all over again.
"Always so tight and ready for me." I rasped against her lips.
Amelia sank up and down my meat popsicle so slowly, taking her time to relish in the power she had over me. Her plump lips were parted in sheer pleasure, her eyes drifting shut as she proceeded to bite down on those lips.
"More. God. More."
I sank my fingers into her hair, allowing her to take the lead and ride me into madness. I pushed myself up constantly, meeting her halfway with slow, intense strokes and thrusts.
Her cries were deafening. Her urge to grab onto something grew incessantly. She palmed the back of my head, dragging her fingers over my scalp as I rotated my hips to deepen my thrusts. Her hands were everywhere. On my hair. On my back. Leaving marks, claiming me and I fucking surrendered.
I wanted her to mark me as much as she wanted.
"Leave marks, Sugarplum. I want them." I stroked her hips, grunting as she dug her fingernails into my back.
She upped her pace, bouncing up and down, moans rolling off her tongue. Her impatience was so fucking adorable. She was taking from me, yet it didn't feel enough.
She guided my hand to her throat, urging me to choke her. I obliged, claiming one of her melons with my mouth. Her moans thinned out, coming out so strangled and raspy.
"Oh, god."
The smell of sweat, everything else that smelled like her and the slippery sound my sausage made slamming in and out of her dripping cave of mysteries was a cacophony of sensual madness—one that constantly pulled at my strings.
My lips were back on her again. "You drive me nuts." I murmured between kisses.
Her whimpers grew throatier, and I knew she was approaching her release.
"You want to crash for daddy, don’t you?"
"Yes—yes."
"Do it with me."
I met her thrust for thrust, groans for moans. My muscles tensed up, her hoarse cries filling my ears and riding in symphony with guttural groans as we simultaneously hit our climaxes.
My flaming lips and his crème machine made beautiful frosting together.
She was breathing heavily like she just came down from a high, making me grin softly. My lips brushed hers, our foreheads connecting like they were made for each other.
For this one moment, I let myself get used to what it means to have her until my demons inevitably came crashing in like I always knew it would.