Chapter 36
thirty-six
-Set-
“You must be out of your mind,” I say with whatever strength I have in me, stopping right in front of her.
“I must be,” she replies, reaching for the balcony light switch behind her, plunging us into the darkness, before opening her robe and letting the shape of her full nipples gleam in the moonlight.
I go rock hard in an instant, like I’m gonna fucking explode soon. I was hard before, but now I’m almost in pain with from my cock straining against my pants.
I have no idea how I ended up like this, but I don’t even want to know right now. She’s the most perfect woman in this world. I don’t even wanna fight back the devil within me, I just lift her onto the window sill behind her as I start tearing the robe off her.
A veil of insanity I’ve never known drapes my senses, and before the fabric hits the floor, I snatch its cord. I barely register what I’m doing, but somehow—through the blur—I wrap it around her wrists.
She offers me a smile in return, and I can’t help thinking the blow to her head might have something to do with her behavior.
I just don’t care right now.
I look up, past the window, at the rolled-up sun shield, and spot a metal bar. That’s where I tie the cord, forcing her to straighten, her body pulled taut, her breasts arching all the way against my chest.
Fuck.
She’s somewhere on the verge of pain, and I waste no time in showing her pleasure. Dropping to my knees, I spread her legs open, settling her heels on my shoulders until I feel them dig into my back.
She’s dripping in anticipation, the same way I feel the pre-cum slicking my tip.
I want her in ways I never knew I could.
And this time, I’m not holding back. I see my mark there, on her beautiful clit, and fuck, I could look at it for ages.
But more than that, I need to taste it. My lips close around it, and she starts to squirm against the restraint.
It’s not to escape. It’s to endure me. And I’m gonna make it impossible for her to do so.
I kiss the piercing first before I suck her clit between my teeth, leaving her eyes wide open, like she didn’t have enough time to brace for this.
Nor did she have time to prepare for my tongue plunging so deep inside of her that I can feel the end of her channel.
She moans, and it’s the most beautiful stirring of sound I’ve ever heard.
I was afraid she wouldn’t accept me as I am.
But she craves the monster just as much as she craves the man.
And I’m gonna give her every brutal, broken version of me.
I fuck her with my tongue, my thumb circling her clit, my fingers twitching with the urge to pinch it hard enough for the whole city to hear her scream.
But I hold back just enough to keep her there, on that delicious edge between finding release and oblivion.
She’s hanging by a thread. I go in and out of her, two of my fingers accompanying my tongue.
I haven’t returned to my normal self—nor do I want to.
Every part of my body it’s larger than usual—that includes my fingers, and my fucking tongue.
I see her struggling to have me, but that’s not what she should worry about.
I’m just warming her up. She’s the one who wanted a demon, and there’s nothing I wouldn’t give her.
Her nipples harden as I continue to move in and out of her, urgency building. And I don’t know how long I can keep myself away from plunging my cock straight inside of her. I want her to come first. Because I can’t guarantee she’ll still be conscious when she comes with me buried inside of her.
Her back hits the window, and she starts to wiggle, trying to pull away, to steal a breath. But I don’t let her. Just circle her clit faster, grinding my fingers and tongue inside of her faster and faster until I can taste the sweet rush of her undoing on the tip of my tongue.
I drink every drop of her, not letting a single one go to waste. It feels like the gods' nectar. And I’ll never get enough of it.
I’m back on my feet, watching her hang from the restraints, barely holding on after she just came all over my tongue. It’s an image I’d kill to see again every day for the rest of my existence.
Despite being almost out of it, there’s a smile on her lips, and I’m really starting to think she’s just as crazy as I am. The feral look I give her snaps her out of whatever trance she’s in and makes her pay extra attention to whatever I’m about to do next.
And I won’t let her wait. I can’t let her wait. My body won’t allow it. I just take off my T-shirt, because the fabric’s starting to dig into my skin, then free myself from my pants and line my cock up at her entrance.
I’d love to slam straight inside, but I can’t risk hurting her. When I said everything is bigger, I meant everything. And she feels it inch by inch as she’s thrashing against me, trying to accommodate my girth.
The shock in her eyes is unmistakable, and altogether so damn precious that I go straight to claim her lips and kiss her.
“Does it hurt?” I whisper, right before my tongue makes room inside her mouth.
“Yes,” she whimpers as I push a little more inside.
“Good. It’s supposed to. You have to feel you belong to me. Never forget it.” I say, fisting her hair and pulling her gently as I slide in deeper and deeper, claiming every whimper as my prize, every single one of her gasps as a trophy.
“Set,” she whispers my name, as she’s fighting for air. It’s too much, and I know it.
But I also know I'm not done. I’ll just give her more. “So fucking good when you take my cock. So broken and so perfect when you’re my little whore.”
Her eyes flutter shut a little more with every inch I give her—until I feel there’s nowhere left to go. I feel it in her strained breath as I continue to kiss her—she’s doing her best to take me.
So it’s only fair I give her something in return—pure pleasure.
I’m still not fully in control of my own body, so I try to temper my thrusts until she grows more accustomed to my size.
There’s a small tear in the corner of her eye, and I know she’s already worn from struggling to have me.
That alone leaves me in awe. I don’t want to hurt, nor does the devil inside.
But I do want to bring her pleasure—so raw, so extreme—she won’t be able to think of anything else.
I start moving my hips in and out, slowly at first, until the small grimace she makes with every thrust melts into a smile.
It’s then that I let go. I no longer try to control myself.
And start fucking her, hard enough to make the windows shake with every collision of our bodies.
The sounds she makes are now raw, and I don’t want to muffle them with my lips.
I need to hear her. But I also need my mouth on her body.
So I descend from the line of her neck down to her breasts.
Oh, how I’ve missed them these past few days.
Now, I can’t get enough, and I know I’m gonna leave my mark there, but I can’t help myself.
I graze, the sensitive flesh, sucking, and nibbling. I want every inch of her marked by me. Hell, I want her to mark me back. This feeling of belonging surpasses anything else I’ve ever experienced. Death, life, rebirth, the collapse of worlds—they all fade before her.
The whole world fades in front of her.
I thrust deeper, harder, as my lips move from her breast to the side of her body.
I need to mark the spot as well as her arms are stretched so high in the air, I feel each delicate rib beneath my tongue.
I kiss and bite every one of them. My sharp teeth leave a trail behind as my hips move relentlessly, and I fight that tightening sensation building in my cock.
I snarl, ignoring my own needs and searching only for her satisfaction.
I know she’s only a couple of moves away from totally breaking.
She’s been tugging at her restraints harder and harder, leaving red bands around her wrists.
By the time I’m done with her, she’ll have to cover herself from head to toe to leave the house.
But I want people to see her. I want everyone to know she belongs to me. That she’s untouchable.
She shudders, and I know she’s close. Still, what stuns me is that she wants more.
“Harder,” she begs, and suddenly, my entire existence narrows to one purpose: please her. Give her everything she wants, how she wants it, when she wants it. Worship her like the fucking goddess she is.
So I listen, and thrust harder until the marble ledge is one breath from falling to the ground. And I want it to fall. I want the world to collapse around us. Because this is how I want the world to end—with me inside her.
She lets out a loud gasp as I feel my cock getting trapped inside her like she’s doing her best to break it.
And I fucking love it. No, scratch that.
I fucking live for it. The tightness wrapping around me, the storm of pulses, vibrating down my shaft, the panting breath breezing, grazing my lips—it all pushes me over the edge and I explode inside of her, filling her with my cum.
Her body slumps forward, resting against me, and the only thing holding her up is the cord tied to the sunshade.
I need to get that untied before her wrists turn completely blue.
And the moment I do it, her body slackens against me.
The surrender, the acceptance, complete submission to whom she was always meant for—me.
I scoop her into my arms and carry her to my bedroom. Our bedroom.
I’m not done with her. I won’t be done with her until the morning. And the moment she realizes my cock’s just as hard as when she took off her robe, her eyes lift up looking at me, unsure whether to beg me to stay put or beg for more.
She seems so fragile right now, but so ready to unravel me. The way she looks at me rips through all of my barriers, even through the demon inside. She has every single part of me under her total control without even knowing it.
“Your eyes,” she says, her hand brushing over my face just before I lay her on the bed.
I’m back to normal. The darkness has retreated, buried deep inside me.
It’s still there, it will never leave. I need it there to protect her from anything.
Man or god. No matter how many I have to kill for her, I know now I’ll always have my soul—because she’s the one who keeps bringing it back.
She’s the one who makes me human. The one who makes me whole.
“It’s not my eyes you should be worried about,” I say, without holding back a large grin—and she chuckles in response. I love her laughter almost as much as I love her fear.
She dives under the sheets the second she hits the bed, but before she can settle in, I part her thighs and take my place between them.
“I thought you were going to sleep,” she smiles again, feigning surprise.
“What part of the devil’s son didn’t you get? You’re not sleeping tonight.” I see her stiffen instantly. Her body's too tired, too human to repeat what happened out on the balcony. “But I’ll try to behave.” Try being the keyword. Because there’s no real behaving around her.
I lean in for a kiss, the taste of her lips etched into my mind every second of the day. The way her mouth melds with mine, her breath breezing against my face—there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her.
My hands move to her breasts, and she flinches, the small pain from earlier still lingering. But I wouldn’t have it any other way, and I know she wouldn’t either.
It’s the first time in my life I’ve ever felt something like this, and even though I don’t remember my past, this is a feeling no other powers could erase. She has me—because she wants me just the way I am.
I pull back just enough to look into her beautiful blue eyes. She’s a mess right now. A perfect mess that I created. And it only makes me want her more. “I’m an entity... but I am nothing without you.” The words escape my lips in a confession I never planned for.
A few tears line her eyes as she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me back in to kiss me. This is more than lust. It’s belonging. It’s freedom. It’s commitment.
I ease into her this time, slow and gentle.
I know she’s probably sore, and as much as I want her ruined for me, I don’t want to see her suffer.
She relaxes, realizing I've mostly returned to my usual size—not that it’s not more than enough to bring her trouble.
It’s just something that she could handle more easily.
Tonight, we had sex–wild and passionate.
But I want something new. I want to be good for her.
I need to have her beyond sex, beyond physical pleasure, beyond that desperation to still what rages between us.
We’ll always have that. It’s not something you can ever quench. But I need a moment for our souls.
I move much slower this time—agonizingly so—while her eyes flinch with every thrust, knowing exactly what I’m doing.
Her tongue dances alongside mine, her gaze filled with something that wasn’t there before.
I’ve seen almost every emotion ripple through this woman, but never this.
She’s finally opening up to whatever it is between us, accepting it.
Truly accepting it for the first time. She’s not fighting her feelings anymore. She’s embracing them.