Chapter 49 #3
Varen kissed her throat, bruising Nala’s flesh. “You already demand so much of me,” she growled. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say you’re trying to take over me instead.”
“No way. I’m yours now. Now make me really feel like I am.”
Varen pulled away, leaving behind an emptiness that only she could fill now.
She released Nala from her binds – she did not struggle or try to escape.
Like she said, why would she? Every part of her body, her being belonged to this entity flipping her over and retying her to the headboard.
It was so wonderfully familiar. Nala’s heart was alit in anticipation as she remembered the first night her hunter tamed the demon inside of her.
Yet she knew that this would be incredibly different.
“Use me,” she whispered, her face pushed into the pillow and her ass pulled up. Varen practically bit her there, red blood running hot in her veins. Nala had never felt so feral before. “Use me until everything is purged.”
Varen nipped her ear, her tongue tantalizing the last of Nala’s sanity. “You too, darling.”
The vibrations turned on. After that, Nala was at Varen’s complete mercy.
She screamed, as loudly as she could, into her pillow, knowing that it would muffle her voice.
But not too much. She wanted Varen to hear her scream in surprise, in pleasure, in sheer jubilation the moment she thrust into her, taking her body as harshly as she dared.
Pain mixed with pleasure. Need burned with desire.
There were no walls between them. Nala loved her, and she knew that Varen loved her in turn.
This was everything they wanted from a partnership.
Pain.
Pleasure.
There was no difference.
Like there was no difference between Varen making gentle love to her or treating her like an exquisite princess in need of the greatest pounding of her life.
Nala’s throat conveyed a mixture of delighted moans and anguished groans.
Varen, in turn, continued to growl as she clawed Nala’s back, bit her skin, and pried her thighs apart so she could fuck her harder and deeper.
When her hand grabbed the scruff of Nala’s neck and held her down, hips thrusting so hard that Nala cried out in amazing agony, she saw the empty darkness she begged to experience.
If Varen needed to let go of her grief, her guilt, and even the pieces of shame still plaguing her soul, then Nala needed to expel the rage holding her back.
That black cancer eating away at her spirit.
That toxic disease clouding her mind, her judgment.
She needed to remember that she had reasons to live, to experience a full life long before her.
It’s right here. My first reason is right here.
Varen might be the only woman who could fuck the rage out of her.
Nala had never known what it was like to have a clear head.
To see nothing. To experience everything at once.
She didn’t know what people meant when they said they “didn’t think about anything.”
She was always thinking about something.
Her father. Her sister. Her deplorable economic situation and her even more deplorable future if things kept going the way they were.
The fact she had lived in someone’s filthy closet and couldn’t make a living sorting through the equivalent of dirty laundry.
Most of that was over now, but even if Varen could eliminate the financial burdens, she could not sew Nala’s heart back together after the world had broken it so many times. Only she could do that.
Seeing that blessed darkness was the first step.
In all her research, she discovered a blissful state known as subspace.
Scores of people told of forgetting who they were, where they were from, and even their biggest ailments.
All they recognized was the vast love and care of their dominants.
People who took their partners’ lives into their hands and promised more than the moon.
Nala didn’t want the moon. She wanted the expanse of space to open before her.
She wanted her brain to start over. An elusive reset button was in her grasp.
All she had to do was reach out and touch it.
“Who do you belong to?” Varen grabbed her hair, pulling it with the leash. Nala came up for air, then disappeared back into her pillow. The pressure from Varen’s hand was even more damning as she surged into her, expanding her body, making her crave that delectable release. “Whose bride are you?”
Nala had to find the words buried deep within her throat. “Yours!”
“Who do you love?”
Her heart beamed. “You!”
Varen said other things. Asked her other questions.
Each was dirtier than the last, stirring up more carnal yearnings that would take her to another dimension if she kept this up.
Maybe Varen was banishing her to another realm.
Maybe all that stuff about becoming her bride was hogwash, meant to make her feel more comfortable about her fate.
Nala didn’t believe it. This woman loved her.
This woman would be with her for the rest of her life.
It didn’t matter what she called her body parts.
It didn’t matter what she called the acts performed upon her.
All Nala knew, felt, and heard were promises of release.
Nala was already detaching from the world by the time Varen had to stop her movements, the vibrations taking her when Nala had already forgotten them.
By then, she was long gone.