Chapter 25 #4
“How many times, Rev? Huh? How many times did you play with your cunt while thinking of me?”
I squeeze my eyes shut, once again hesitating to answer.
“Tell me, baby. I need to know,” he pleads, sounding tortured. My stomach tightens, and the pleasure intensifies until the last of my logic and reason abandons me.
“I-I lost count,” I gasp.
The sound out of his throat is inhuman, and it brings a devilish smile to my lips.
“It was also the first time I squirted when I came—”
“Fuck!” His fist flies out to hit the brick before barking, “Shut the fuck up, Rev.”
I can only manage a short, breathless laugh, delighting in the way he’s so desperate to remain unaffected yet is quickly unraveling.
Ignoring the thin trail of blood leaking down his knuckles, he reaches between my legs and pinches my clit hard. My hips jolt from the shot of pain, only for it to send a pulse of pleasure straight to my core. My eyes roll, and my spine arches again as I cry out, skyrocketing me to the precipice.
“Still funny, baby?” he questions harshly.
I don’t know what my response would’ve been, but the moment the pad of his thumb circles my clit firmly, my tongue derails and emits a choked sound instead.
Even when I’m consumed by pleasure, there's a tiny voice in the back of my head grateful his fingertips haven't touched the ash, otherwise, touching my clit might've freaked me out enough to ruin our progress. And with such a limited time left, that's not something I can afford.
My muscles swell with tension, and my hand releases his other arm to fly back to my breast, squeezing them both tight as I writhe against him.
I’m so close, and while I can feel him losing control, I need to ensure he falls with me.
“Fuck, Kellan, this is so much better than anything I imagined,” I whimper.
“Fuck you,” he spits breathlessly, and while he sounds positively demonic, it lacks the heat he threatens me with.
He’s fighting with everything he has not to come, proven by his furrowed brow and the way his upper lip continuously twitches into a snarl, baring his clenched teeth. But he can’t contain the moans slipping past them, or how he trembles, even as he relentlessly fucks me.
I don’t give myself time to consider if it will work—I just act. I sit up, forcing him to release my thighs so I can spread them before molding my chest into his and wrapping my legs around his waist.
Diving my fingers into his hair, I grip tight and crush my lips against his before he can process what I’m doing. His pace slows for only a second before it renews with vigor, and he deepens the kiss with a moan.
My stomach flips wildly, convinced I’m caught on a roller coaster rather than trapped in the arms of a monster. It’s breathtaking, dizzying, and incredibly dangerous. So easily, I could let him sweep me up with the flick of his tongue.
I rip myself away before I get lost in him, though I can’t resist when he chases after me with a needy whimper, capturing my lips a second time in another searing kiss.
One hand fists my hair, holding me against him as his tongue tangles with mine, sending an electric current down my spine.
The other wraps around my throat, squeezing just enough to make me almost forget my purpose.
For just a moment, I allow it, letting him devour me while I drop my hands to his broad shoulders then drift them over his firm chest and down his sculpted abs. All the while, his muscles ripple beneath my palms, and a tremor racks his body.
When our lips part an inch and he settles his forehead against mine, I bite back the words just a little longer. Because this doesn’t feel like hate anymore—it’s the complete opposite, and I’m selfish and greedy and want to enjoy it while I have it.
He shifts his hips slightly, hitting a spot that has my thighs quaking violently.
“Ah, Kellan,” I pant breathlessly. “Right there, right there.”
His hand tightens around my throat, and while he picks up his pace a little, he continues hitting that blissful spot. The wet, sticky noises between us grow louder as I become wetter, and that familiar pressure in my bladder arises.
“Yeah? Like that, baby?”
I nod eagerly, my eyes threatening to cross. “Uh-huh, don’t stop, don’t stop.”
Brow furrowed, he feeds me sexy, needy moans with every rough thrust, and I swallow them down greedily while continuing to roam my hands over his incredible body.
Light dustings of gray ash cling to the fine sheen of sweat coating our skin, but neither of us spares it a single thought, too focused on one another.
I’m losing focus as quickly as I’m losing time, but I know he’s just as close as I am. I never want it to end, but he’s forcing me toward the edge.
With a groan, I tilt my chin up, and groan, “Kellan.”
He shakes his head.
“No,” he whispers, sensing my intention. He knows whatever I say next is it for him, and while I’m not convinced he wants to kill me, I know he can’t stand to lose to me, either.
But I can’t afford to risk my life just to see if he really can live without me.
So, I give him the last piece of my confession—the piece I was desperately hoping I could keep for myself.
“I c-could never get you out of my head,” I pant out.
“No more,” he pleads, but he can’t stop the momentum any more than I can.
His hand moves from my throat to my nape while the other releases my hair to grab my hip.
Then, he tilts his head to place open-mouthed kisses up my neck.
I inhale sharply and shudder violently when his teeth reach my bottom lip, sucking it between his teeth and biting harshly in an attempt to silence me.
I reach up and twist his nipple between my fingers, causing him to jolt in surprise, allowing my lip to slip free.
“Fucking brat,” he hisses beneath his breath.
“I tried s-so hard, but I was addicted to you. It got so bad that I s-stopped being able to come at all unless I thought of you. I… I still can’t.”
The noise that comes out of his mouth sounds tormented, stricken with both frustration and approval.
Then, he bites out, “I hate you so much.”
I hear the words, yet they sound like a different confession.
He releases my hip to dive his hand between my legs and firmly circles my clit.
It’s all I need to go somersaulting over the edge, and whether he comes with me is no longer my concern.
“Oh my God, Kellan!” I cry out, my legs snapping tighter around his hips, imprisoning him inside me as I explode around him.
My vision blackens just as I feel my inner walls contract around his cock.
I come so hard, not even a decibel of sound makes it past the storm sweeping through my insides for several long moments.
Vaguely, I feel him lift his lips back to mine with a tortured moan.
And then the dam breaks, my throat vibrating from the force of my screams. Sightlessly, my hands fly to his neck, digging my nails in deep as I senselessly grind against him.
I’m blinded, practically climbing his body, desperate to be close to him.
Even in the dark, I still can’t let him go.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants hoarsely, his lips moving over mine, just out of reach.
He slams into me a final time, followed by a series of loud, staccato moans. He grinds his pelvis against mine while his hands grapple with different parts of my body, as if he’s looking for something to keep him grounded and failing miserably.
And I’m glad for it. He doesn’t get to stay rooted while I fly through the stars.
His forehead rests against mine as we both seize as our cries engage in a war of their own, fighting to drown out the other.
The orgasm ebbs just as my voice gives out. He captures the last outcry with his lips, sweeping me away in another dizzying kiss. It ends too soon, though part of me is thankful. I can’t fucking breathe, and even as my chest heaves, my lungs feel too tight to inhale properly.
By the time I come down completely, I’m lightheaded, and my head feels like it’s filled with a swarm of bees.
Dread slumps forward, head bowed on my shoulder, his hands back to caging me in at my hips. Not even a second later, his alarm goes off, indicating the ten minutes are complete.
I’m too focused on recovering to feel relief, but it exists somewhere beyond the hum of bliss beneath the surface of my skin.
Dread shuts off the alarm then pulls out with a grunt, a rush of liquid instantly drenching my inner thighs. The silence is loud, but my thoughts have no trouble speaking up now that clarity is setting in.
Sweat and ash dirty our hair and coat various parts of our bodies.
I look at my naked skin, finding small gray handprints over my breasts, along with streaks of gray all over my thighs.
I’m positive the ash also covers the entire backside of my body.
A lump rises in my throat, but I quickly shove those thoughts away before I panic.
Instead, I focus on a different reason to lose my mind.
For the third time, he manipulated me into sleeping with him. The first two times, I tried to convince myself I didn’t enjoy it. This time, I’m having trouble convincing myself it wasn’t so much more than just sex.
To make it worse, I told him something I’ve refused to confess to myself for years.
From the first time I fell victim to those invasive thoughts of Dread while masturbating, I instantly pushed what I had done out of my head and refused to think about it.
At least until the next time rolled around, and it happened again.
And again, and again.
I wouldn’t allow myself to consider what it meant or why he affected me that way. It was a secret I kept even from myself, and blabbing it to Dread is making it very hard to go back to pretending this dark side of me that only comes out when I’m alone doesn’t exist.
By the time I force myself from my quickly unraveling mind, Dread has already righted his joggers and pulled his hoodie back on.