Melody #3
My testing motions turn into sloppy, desperate moves, my pace quickening as my hand strokes velvet steel. My makeup is smearing, my lip gloss shining along his length, and my mascara leaving dark tracks across my face. He’s ruining me, and he knows it.
“I’m going to come on your pretty fucking face,” he snarls as his hips shoot forward, and I gag.
His movements turn erratic and lose all rhythm.
His hand pulls my hair so roughly that I can feel a few strands break, but I’m so lost in the scene that I don’t even care.
I don’t care how I’ll look, because all I want is for him to mark me.
He groans deeply, sending shockwaves to my clit as he quickly yanks free of my mouth, and warmth splashes across my chin.
“Keep that mouth open,” he commands breathlessly as he steps back and his release paints over me. Some land on my tongue, while other droplets drip down the tops of my breasts. It’s salty and not at all what I was expecting.
Kaden pants where he stands, his hand slowing over his length as he takes in the sight before him—his sister, dressed as an angel, on her knees, and covered in his cum.
He tucks himself back into his pants before producing his phone. He holds it up to me and snaps a picture. “You look too good not to have memorabilia. Maybe Dylan would like to see what you look like on your knees for me, hmm?”
I don’t answer him as I swipe a finger over the sticky spot coating my breasts. I shove it past my lips, making eye contact with my brother in the most tantalizing way I can.
He chuckles darkly, cupping my cheek. “That’s my fucking girl. My perfect angel.”
I preen under his words, the wetness between my thighs becoming unbearable as my hands reach for him. He hoists me up, helping me balance on my heels before he plops down in one of the theater chairs and pats his thigh.
I ease down onto his lap, and his fingers curl under my knees until he rips my thighs apart and uses the armrests to hold my legs.
He wastes no time reaching around me, his digits curling into the soaked warmth of my core.
I gasp, resting my head back against his shoulder as he slicks around my clit, teasing it.
My whole body feels unbearably hot, and my moans are slipping from me as heat begins to spread.
His fingers dip down, and I have no warning before he sinks one into me. It’s tight, and I grab his wrist roughly.
“I’m a virgin—”
“I know,“ he growls before sinking it further, and fractals explode across my senses. “But not for long.”
His hand pumps slowly, stretching me until he hits a barrier. He doesn’t go further, but as his thumb strokes over my sensitive bud, my hips begin to move. My peak is right there. I’m so close.
With the doubled sensations, it makes me ache as my flesh pricks. My mouth falls open as my eyes screw shut and I burst.
“That’s right,” he praises ruggedly. “Come all over my lap, Angel.”
The pressure releases, my body coiling as warmth overtakes me.
I scream, my back bowing off him as my eyes roll back.
Kaden roughly shoves his other hand across my chest, pushing past the bra of my corset and releasing one stiffened peak before rolling the dusky bud between his fingers.
Everywhere he touches is another shockwave of pleasure, and I squeeze impossibly tight around the finger inside of me.
“You see what I fucking do to you,” he growls lowly in my ear, his mask bumping against my face. “You’re my salvation, Melody, and I’m the sick fuck who’s going to take until there’s nothing left for you to give. I’ll be your every first. No matter how many lives I ruin in the process.”
His words are a scalding brand, sizzling into my psyche like pure conquest. There’s only a heavy truth behind his admission. He isn’t giving golden promises that will later turn to dust. He’s laying out the facts, ensuring that there’s no mistake behind what this is.
My pulse flutters as a swarm takes over my stomach. My chest rises and falls with my breath, my body falling into relaxation as tendrils dance across me. I lift my hand to him, curling it around the nape of his neck as I steady my voice. “And what if I don’t want to be yours?”
He grabs my cheeks, turning me to look at him. “You don’t have a choice. Not when it comes to us.”
Warmth spreads across my chest. To be seen by Kaden is to be worshipped—his love isn’t soft or gentle. It’s brute commands wrapped up in uniform doting. He can’t express himself like others, but he knows how to care for me. He knows what I need.
I slide my fingers around the bottom of the mask, pushing it up to reveal his lips. “Kiss me.”
His mouth crashes over mine, the world fading to nothing as I become entirely consumed by him. Every moment has led us to this, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to recover. Not now. Not in ten years. Not in thirty or forty.
Kaden has become an addiction I can’t quit. No matter how wrong this should be. It’s always been us.
And I don’t want to be saved.
I’m right where I’m meant to be.