21. Drystan
Chapter Twenty-One
DRYSTAN
She tastes better than I ever dared imagine. Sweeter. Warmer. As if every dark prayer I whispered into the void had finally been answered.
The last time I kissed her I was feral, half-mad with release after painting her skin with my cum. This time, I refuse to let the beast tear through. This time I will savor her. She deserves the slow ruin I’ve spent years planning.
I break the kiss and force myself to step back. Her hands linger on my chest for one agonizing second before slipping away. The absence of her touch burns.
Outside the tall windows, the sun has slipped behind heavy clouds, draining the room of light.
Shadows stretch across the black walls and pool in the corners.
The massive gothic bed looms behind her, its dark purple drapes swaying gently in the draft.
The air feels thicker now, charged with anticipation.
“Wait,” I murmur, my voice rougher than intended.
I move to the fireplace. The match strikes loud in the silence. Flames catch and dance, casting warm golden light across the room. Heat slowly presses back the chill, curling around us.
I pull out my phone and connect it to the hidden speakers in the dark wood ceiling. The first low, haunting notes of Sleep Token’s Chokehold fill the space, pulsing and heavy.
When I turn back to her, the sight nearly undoes me.
Her pupils are blown wide, black swallowing what little color remains in her eyes. Deep crimson stains her cheeks. Her lips look swollen from mine. She stands there—beautiful, exposed, and entirely mine.
“Undress for me,” I say, the words dragging low from my throat.
Her gaze drops to the thick outline of my cock straining against my jeans. My hands fist at my sides. The urge to throw her onto the bed and bury myself inside her in one brutal thrust surges through me, raw and violent.
I shove it down.
Her fingers move to the hem of her sweater.
She pulls it slowly over her head. The fabric whispers as it falls.
Her breasts come into view, nipples tight and flushed from the cool air and rising heat of the fire.
Goosebumps ripple across her skin. Firelight dances over her bare shoulders and collarbones, painting her in shifting gold and shadows.
I watch every movement, every breath, every hesitation. My chest tightens. Ten years of wanting her, and now she stands here in the bedroom I built from every stolen detail I learned while watching her—the purple tones, the candles, the books, the fire.
Still, it isn’t enough. I want more. I want everything. I want to consume her so completely that she forgets a time before my hands touched her skin.
I take one slow step closer. My jaw clenches until the ache spreads down my neck.
“The rest,” I command, voice low and rough. My gaze drags down her body, tracing every curve the firelight carves across her skin, before returning to her eyes.
Her breasts rise and fall faster. Breathing shallow, she obeys without a word. Her fingers hook into the waistband of her sweatpants and slide them down. The fabric pools at her feet, leaving her in nothing but the deep purple panties I chose for her.
“Drystan…” She says almost like a purr.
I hold her gaze as I grip the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head. Cool air hits my heated skin, but it does nothing to quiet the fire beneath. Every muscle coils tighter.
I walk toward her. She tilts her head back to keep looking at me. When I reach her, I lower myself to my knees, never breaking eye contact. From here, I look up at her with the devotion I’ve carried in silence for years.
I reach up and rest my hands on her hips. “I will destroy anyone who tries to take you from me. Even if I have to destroy myself in the process. I will gladly burn in hell for you.”
A single tear slips down her cheek.
“How can you say those things?” she breathes.
I wipe the tear away with my thumb, then lean forward and press my forehead to her soft belly. I inhale her slowly, letting her warm scent flood my lungs. My hands slide up the backs of her thighs, gripping smooth skin.
“How can I? Oh my love, you have no idea how deep my feelings for you are.”
Another tear falls and I smile.
“Remember how gentle I am now,” I murmur against her stomach, pressing slow kisses across her flesh. “Because I will lose control and fuck you the way I’ve needed to for years.”
She gasps.
I kiss lower, pressing my mouth over the thin fabric of her panties, heat radiating from her skin.
My fingers hook into the waistband and slide the lace down her legs.
I trail kisses along her thighs as I bare her, until my mouth hovers just above her clit.
I flick my tongue across the sensitive bud and circle it with deliberate pressure.
A broken sound escapes her. Her hands fly to my hair, nails digging into my scalp. The sting floods me with dark pleasure so sharp I nearly lose myself right there—on my knees, with her taste on my tongue.
Sleep Token pulses low through the room, heavy and haunting. I grip her thighs and pull her closer, devouring her with slow, unrelenting focus.
Her hips roll against my mouth as her voice breaks through the music. “Oh God—”
I drape her leg over my shoulder, opening her wider. My tongue moves in steady strokes, licking and sucking while I slide one thick finger inside her. She’s scorching. Slick. Her walls clench hard around me as I curl my finger against that sensitive spot.
“Drystan, I’m going to come,” she whimpers.
“Then come,” I growl against her. “Come for me, Briar.”
I add a second finger, stretching her slowly. The moment I stroke that spot again, her body locks up. A raw cry tears from her throat. Her thighs shake around my head as she comes hard, nails raking down my shoulder. I keep my mouth on her through every pulse, drinking her in.
When the waves finally ease, I pull back slightly and look up at her. Her face is flushed deep red, lips parted and swollen, eyes still closed.
“Briar. Look at me.”
She takes a shaky breath and opens her eyes. The raw vulnerability there nearly snaps the last of my restraint.
“Good girl,” I say, voice rough, as I rise to my feet. My cock strains painfully against my jeans. Firelight flickers across her naked skin, tracing every rapid rise and fall of her chest. I tower over her, fists clenched at my sides, fighting the urge to take her immediately.
I bend down, lift her into my arms, and carry her the few steps to the thick black rug in front of the fireplace. She feels small and fever-hot against me. I lower her gently onto the rug as the fire crackles beside us.
I turn to the mantel and pluck a hellebore bloom from the dark vase. The deep purple petals look nearly black in the low light. Kneeling between her spread thighs, I loom over her once more.
Her eyes widen when she sees the flower in my hand.
I bring the bloom close, hovering it just above her chest. The soft petals brush the warm air over her hardened nipples. Her breasts rise and fall faster. Goosebumps ripple across her skin.
“My mother taught me about hellebores when I was young,” I murmur, voice low. I trail the flower slowly down her body, letting it hover over her stomach, then lower, just above her cunt. “How they protect what matters most.”
I drag the bloom upward again, the petals dancing inches from her skin. Her nipples tighten and a shiver runs through her.
“I planted hundreds behind the mansion. My way of keeping other men away from you.”
Her thighs tense. I see the fear and arousal warring in her eyes. Her breathing turns ragged, and fresh wetness glistens between her legs even as her body stiffens.
“What—” Her voice shakes, her eyes wide open. “What do you mean?”
“No other man will ever touch you, Briar.” I lower the flower until the cool petals barely graze her inner thigh.
She whimpers. Her hips twitch upward, chasing what I refuse to give. The conflict makes her flush deeper. Her hands fist into the rug at her sides.
I move the hellebore higher, circling one tight nipple without making full contact. Her back arches, and a broken sound slips from her throat.
“Drystan…” she breathes.
I lean over her, still holding the flower between us. My voice drops to a whisper. “You feel it, don’t you? How completely you belong to me.”
Her body betrays her—chest heaving, pupils blown wide with a mix of dread and desperate hunger.
I push to my feet and stare down at her, spread open on the black rug. The sight fractures something deep in my chest. I toss the hellebore into the fireplace and the petals curl and blacken in the flames.
My hands drop to my jeans. I rip the belt open, yank the zipper down, and shove them down. My cock springs free, heavy and aching, the steel piercings catching the firelight. I wrap my fist around the thick length and stroke slowly, eyes locked on hers.
“It’s going to hurt,” I warn, voice raw. “But you’ll take every inch.”
I drop to my knees between her spread thighs and pull them wide. I drag the pierced head of my cock along her soaked slit, rubbing over her swollen clit until she whimpers. Then I press forward, just enough for the first piercing to breach her.
“Now count them as I sink into you,” I say. “If you stop, I pull out and start over. Understand?”
“You’re insane,” she breathes, eyes fixed on my cock.
A dark smile pulls at my mouth. “Yes. And you’re dripping for it.”
I push deeper. The first piercing disappears inside her tight pussy.
She whimpers, back arching.
I immediately pull out.
“What the hell—” she snaps.
My hand flies down in a sharp, wet slap against her pussy. The sound cracks through the room. She cries out, legs trying to close as she kicks at me. “You fucking asshole!” Her hands fly up, punching at my chest.
That’s all it takes. The last thread of restraint snaps.
I grab her hips, haul her off the rug, and throw her onto the massive gothic bed. She bounces once before I’m on top of her, pinning her down with my weight. She fights hard, nails raking down my back, but I catch her wrists and slam them above her head.
I reach behind the tall bedpost and yank out the thick metal chain I installed there weeks ago.
Cold links rattle as I wrap them around her wrists and lock them to the headboard.
Before she can twist away, I grab the second set of chains hidden beneath the mattress, spread her legs wide, and secure her ankles.
The restraints tighten with a heavy metallic clink, holding her completely open.
“Drystan, no—please—” she screams, voice breaking.
I settle between her chained thighs, my cock throbbing painfully. “You can take it, Briar.”
I rub the pierced head roughly over her swollen clit. Her screams melt into desperate moans. The sound only feeds the hunger raging through me.
I push forward. The first piercing sinks into her.
“Count,” I order.
“One!” she cries.
I grip her hips hard, fighting the urge to slam into her. Her walls squeeze me like a vice, scorching and impossibly tight, my jaw clenches, I push again.
“Two—”
I thrust deeper.
“Three— Four—” Her voice fractures. She yanks against the chains, metal clanging with every desperate pull.
“Five— Six.” Her eyes squeeze shut. “Drystan, I can’t— it’s too much—”
“Eyes on me,” I say, voice rough. “Or I stop and start over.”
Her eyes snap open, wide with fear and heat. I thrust again.
“Seven… Eight— Oh God.”
With one final push, I bury myself to the hilt.
“Nine—” she screams.
I freeze.
My whole body shudders as her walls flutter and clench around every inch of me, every piercing locked deep inside her. My heart slams against my ribs. A broken groan tears from my throat. For the first time in years, something inside my chest feels… whole.
I stare down at where we’re joined, my cock buried deep inside her.
“Mine,” I rasp, hands sliding up her body to grip her waist. She whimpers as my fingers dig in. I fight the brutal urge to rut into her like an animal.
I hold still for a moment, savoring the way she pulses around me. The chains keep her spread and helpless beneath me.
I lean down, pressing my forehead to hers, breathing her in. “I’m never letting you go,” I say, voice low and raspy against her lips. “Never.”
Her hips roll as much as the restraints allow, silently begging for more. A dark smile tugs at my mouth.
“Fuck— Drystan!” she cries, the sound melting into a throaty moan as I start to move. Her wrists yank against the chains, metal rattling with every brutal stroke.
Years of obsession finally snap inside me. My thrusts turn harder, deeper, more savage. Sweat slides down my spine. My fingers bruise her skin as I fuck her like I’ve imagined a thousand times.
“You’re mine,” I growl against her ear. “Every inch of you belongs to me now.”
She moans louder, head falling back. “It’s too much—”
“You can take it,” I say, slamming into her again. “You will.”
I bite the side of her neck, sucking hard enough to mark her. The taste of her skin pushes me further. My hips piston faster, the wet slap of our bodies filling the room.
I press my forehead to hers, staring into her eyes as I ruin her. “I’ve waited so long for this.”
Her walls tighten around me, fluttering wildly. Her moans turn into sharp, broken cries as her body pulls taut.
“Oh fu—” she screams.
She comes hard, cunt spasming and milking my cock. The sight and feel of her falling apart finally drags me over the edge.
With a guttural groan, I slam into her one last time and spill deep inside her, thick and endless. The pleasure is so intense it borders on pain. I grind against her, pushing every drop as far as her body will take it.
I stay buried to the hilt, refusing to pull out. My cock twitches inside her, claiming her completely.
Finally, I collapse over her, my body covering hers. Our sweat-slicked skin presses together as our ragged breaths mingle. The chains go quiet. Only our breathing and the low pulse of the music remains.
I look into her eyes, chest tight with something fierce and terrifying.
“I love you,” I say quietly, and in that moment, with my cock still deep inside her and her body chained beneath mine, I know I’ve finally come home.