Chapter 76 #3
“Don’t even try. No one’s managed that yet.”
No one.
My jaw tensed.
I didn’t want to be one of those goddamn men who obviously hadn’t put in the necessary effort with her just because they’d already come…
The mere thought of other men’s hands between her legs drove me wild, so I pushed her back onto the bed, set aside the damn stuffed polar bear and the notebook, and slipped a pillow under her head before leaning over her with a warning look.
“Good. Then today you’ll find out what it’s like to come on my hand.”
She whimpered softly and goose bumps broke out on her skin.
I lay down on my side next to her, ran my hand down her body, pushed my fingers between her sticky lips, and let them glide back and forth over her swollen clit.
“You can apply light pressure, but more downward than… ugh.”
I smirked as I pressed down lightly, then released and pressed downward again.
“And then rub in circles…,” she said in a shaky voice.
I did as she described, noticing how she actually had to tense up.
She tried to slide her hand between her legs, but I pushed it back aside.
“Uh-uh… Focus entirely on my voice.”
I leaned close to her ear, letting my finger circle until she tilted her head back and whimpered softly.
“Do you know that I already wanted to fuck you in this library back in August?”
She whimpered again, pressing herself against me, and I automatically applied more pressure.
“I would have taken all the time in the world with you until I’d grabbed you and pinned you against one of the shelves, ripped that godforsaken dress aside, and just shoved myself into you.”
I grew hard, savoring the intense tingling inside me.
“You would have pushed your ass back against me, begged me to fuck your needy, submissive cunt into a sore mess, clawed into the wood of the shelf, trying not to moan, to be quiet, but, oh, Quill… I would have fucked you to the brink of despair.”
My fingers moved faster, yet without losing the rhythm or skipping a beat. The muscles in my arm tensed.
“Quill, I would’ve just cum all over you. I would’ve creamshot that ass, rubbed my cum all over your thighs with my cock. And I would’ve made damn sure your cunt was filled with my hot load.”
The mere image made me want to make those words a reality.
My seed belongs to you, Velina. Inside you. I have so much for you...
“Oh, I would’ve bred you right there.”
She moaned deeply and reached for my free hand with hers, clinging to it, and I squeezed back, ready to hold my muse, knowing she would collapse soon. For me.
“You would have liked that, huh? To be bred by Daddy and covered in his cum.”
Suddenly, her hand clenched around mine and she flinched.
“Davian!”
I gripped her hand tight, pressed it into the mattress, slid my thumb and index finger into her, felt her clench around me, and turned toward her to kiss her, but ended up on top of her again, only to thrust into her a few seconds later.
Damn it, this hadn't been my plan…
Quill was still twitching, this time around my cock, but I didn't give her time to recover, licking her lips, sucking hard until she moaned, and thrusting into her.
There was no reason to delay anything, no reason to torture us both, and so I came again, moaning her name into her mouth like a man possessed by demons. As if she could ever free me from all the pain in my chest that her time-limited closeness was leaving behind.
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We lingered in each other’s arms for a while, and I took the time to gaze at her until we both lost ourselves in sensual, wet kisses.
Gazing. Kissing. Gazing. Kissing. Gazing. Kissing…
At some point, she laughed into the kiss, and I pulled away from her, returning the smile of this breathtakingly beautiful woman.
And God, what a smile. I wished I could capture it.
I cleaned up Quill, and she wanted to shower, but I gave her the pill first and she took it.
“I have to go to Maplecrest,” I explained as I buckled my belt.
She slipped into one of my wrinkled dark blue T-shirts, and for a moment I stared at her, my gaze lingering on her messy hair.
“Me too.”
She smiled.
“Not today,” I managed to form a coherent thought. “I had to tell Monica you have a fever. She was at the pharmacy.”
“Oh…”
Quill didn’t sound disappointed, just a little surprised.
She hated this place. She didn’t have to say it. And to be honest, I didn’t want to see her there anymore, near a mass murderer and a man who had treated her like shit.
I took a deep breath, trying to keep the anger buried deep inside me, even though it wanted to burst out of me more and more with each passing day. In the form of that darkness I was trying to catalyze through Atrinus.
“When are you going to drop out?”
She set the glass down on the dresser, stepped around me, and gathered up her notes, which we’d crumpled up quite a bit.
“As soon as Joseph Richter has lost Maplecrest once and for all.”
The muse is the artist’s puppet,
and the artist believes he’s pulling the strings,
when in reality it is the muse
who moves his fingers by the threads.
– Leaking Batteries Diary