Chapter 14
ANASTASIA
I’ve had an exhausting day, and I’m finally back in my room. We’ve been having nice weather so I open the window to let the cool air in. It should relax me enough. After the damn day I’ve had.
I sit at my desk and try to get some work done and study.
I need to work on this research for Mr. Roberts class.
And I need to find time to get together with Eryx and put our thoughts together.
Since we’re partners and all. I still don’t know how I got stuck paired up with him all year.
Part of me hates it and I can’t stand him.
But another side of me is kinda glad. There’s something about him that draws me in.
With a full moon out tonight I can’t help but hum a song I remember my mom singing to me when I was little. We’d take walks through our yard at night. I always thought of myself as a moon child. The moon has always been so majestic to me. Always so big and bright.
Before I know it, I’m singing the song I remember as clear as day. Before everything changed. Before I got sick and my mom was taken.
Luna lunera, cascabelera
Ve dile a mi amorcito por dios que me quiera
Dile que no vivo de tanto padecer
Dile que a mi lado debiera volver
Eryx
It’s a little past ten when I decide to take a walk.
I need some fresh air and to collect my thoughts.
Need to get her out of my head. I can’t stop thinking about that night in the car when she let her walls down for a split second and was open with me.
If I’m being honest, it’s been longer than that.
This push and pull between us. I love pushing her buttons and she makes it so easy.
Like our back and forth in Mr. Roberts class.
I want to see how far I can push her till she breaks.
Then piece her back together and show her how strong she is.
Caine told me how he found her walking through the trail leading to the waterfall just the other day.
When I asked him why and what happened he wouldn’t tell me.
Said I need to find out for myself or just wait for her to tell me herself.
That makes me want to bust his lip. Not because I don’t trust him with her, but because it should have been me comforting her if something was wrong and being there for her.
But I had some business to deal with, so I’m glad he was looking out for her.
I trust Caine with my life, and I trust hers too.
I’m passing below some of the dorms when I hear a familiar sound.
Moya Vorona.
A little past your bedtime angel don’t you think? And leaving the window open when you have a very climbable tree right outside? Tsk tsk.
Luckily I’m already out of my uniform so it should make climbing up easier. Not that it's hard by any means.
I start my climb up, hoisting myself onto the first branch. I find my footing and reach out to the next one. I look over to my right and see big eyes staring back at me. An owl sits there holding its gaze on me.
“What do you want?” I whisper as if it understands me.
The owl just hoots and turns away.
“Yeah, that's what I thought,” I mumble back.
I reach the final branch and that's when I see her. Head down in her notes. Her hair down, out of that ponytail she wears it in every day. I wonder what it’d look like with my hand wrapped around it. Her brows furrow in concentration.
“You make it a habit to study with the window open?” she startles before looking up.
“What are you doing in the tree you weirdo, you stalking me now?”
I make my way through her window, having to step on her desk before towering next to her. She’s a dainty thing at 5’3. She’s in a small tank and sleep shorts. Her skin just calling out to me, asking to be tasted.
“Did you have to step on my desk like a heathen? You know what, never mind—Get Out!”
She’s pulling me towards her door before I block her in.
I place the hand she was leading me with above her head and against the door.
She looks up at me, a hint of curiosity in her eyes.
I bring my other hand to her face and tuck her hair behind her ear.
Her scent is intoxicating, she smells like lavender and vanilla, with a mix of summer rain.
I trace my hand down her jaw and bring her chin up as I whisper in her ear, “Scared Nastasya?”
I bore my eyes on hers and bring my lips to brush against hers. She sucks in a breath and looks at me with contempt in her eyes. She wants this.
She pushes her free hand against my chest and frees herself before walking back over to her desk.
I stalk after her, not letting her escape me.
“What do you want Eryx?” so much indignation behind her voice.
I want to press her about what happened the other day. About why she was alone in the woods. But I don’t say any of that, instead I say the other thing that’s been running rampant though my mind.
“You.”
I don’t hesitate to answer her. I haven’t stopped thinking about her since I first laid eyes on her three years ago. Not that she knows that, how could she. She’s been my damn undoing. My torment. I was stupid, almost got her killed.
“M—me?”
Like a deer caught in headlights. There’s a look of complete confusion on her face mixed with..desire?
“You,” I repeat.
My hand caresses her cheek. I lean in, “Don’t act so surprised,” I whisper at the shell of her ear while I guide her to the sorry excuse of a bed pushed against the wall. The back of her legs hit the mattress, causing her to sit and I lean her back standing over her.
I take in her scent, always so intoxicating. “You’ve been driving me crazy, you know that?”
Her leg wraps around my waist and my hand travels to grasp her thigh holding her to me. I press against her and a small moan escapes her lips.
“I don’t know what you mean.” Her response coming out breathy, feigning innocence, as I run my nose along her neck, dragging my tongue along to taste her. Goosebumps breaking across her skin.
“I think you know exactly what I mean, I think you do it on purpose. I think you want to see me come undone. I think you like knowing that you consume my every thought.”
She grabs onto my shirt, bringing me closer.
“So come undone.” Her eyes filled with lust. “So many words, so little act…”
I don’t let her finish her sentence, my mouth is on hers in an instant.
Devouring her. She opens up for me, matching my pace, letting me in.
Its an all-consuming kiss. After weeks of taunting me, fighting me, and acting like she can’t stand the sight of me, she's letting go.
Teeth clashing and breaths heavy. I grind into her, getting another small moan from her.
My hand sliding under her small shirt, her skin is warm as I trace my fingers up her stomach, finding her breast. Her nipple pebbles at my touch.
“Eryx—”
“Yes?”
“I need you.” She bucks up into me seeking pressure, feeling needy.
“Tell me what you want, use your words.” I roll her pebbled bud between my thumb and forefinger. She arches into my touch.
“Touch me.”
Hushed voices can be heard out in the hall, and her eyes dart to her door thats currently unlocked. I know from my small research on her that her best friend Ro shares a wall with her. Roman’s been getting really cozy with her lately. Seems I’m not the only one with plans tonight.
Once he gets someone in his sights he can get quite obsessed. I’ll have to dig into him about that later.
I slide my hand down until its sitting at her core over her shorts. I can feel her warmth radiating through as I apply some pressure.
“Please,” she whimpers.
“Begging already? I’ve barely touched you and you're soaked, aren’t you?” I rub small circles over her shorts.
“Y—yes,” She mewls.
I slide her bottoms to the side and slide my hand underneath. No panties. Naughty girl.
Just as I suspected, my girl is soaked for me. “Does the thought of getting caught turn you on?” I rub her wetness over her sensitive bud.
“Knowing that at any moment, that door could swing open, and anyone can see you opened up for me?”
“Yes,” another breathy moan.
I’ve only dreamed of having her like this, hot and bothered and needy for everything only I can give her. Screaming my name while she’s wrapped around my cock.
I press a finger into her, back and forth feeling that sweet spot enough to have her writhing beneath me. I want her to chase that relief knowing I won’t give it to her, until I want to.
“I bet you taste amazing,” I say as I begin to slide her shorts off.
Her little moans have me straining in my pants. Fuck I want her so bad, but I can’t have her. Not yet. Doesn’t mean I can’t keep messing with her though, as much as I’m feening to feel her warmth.
I take a moment to take her in. She’s there completely open to me, her eyes glazed over with lust. My eyes land on her inner thigh and I notice some vertical lines.
Scars. Some are white and healed over telling a tragic story.
I wonder when those happened and what made her want to mark her perfect skin.
I’ll work that answer from her someday soon. I’m the only one who can mark her.
She catches my eyes and there's a slight hesitation, a flash of shame that crosses her features. But it’s quickly replaced with pleasure.
I lean back down and trail kisses up her thigh, teasing her, and swipe my tongue up her slit.
Keeping my eyes on her the whole time. I want to watch her come undone.
I want to be the reason she shatters. Break her to tiny pieces and be the glue that pieces her together.
We fit together, her and I. My perfect missing piece.
She left a hole the size of her when she went away, and she’s going to make up for the torment she left me in. Even if I am partially to blame.
“F—fuck Eryx!” Her fingers thread through my hair, pulling at my roots while trying to keep my head right where she needs me. Her back arching.
“Yes, baby?” I swipe my tongue again, back and forth. I know I’m driving her crazy. I suck and nibble on her clit. Her essence running down my chin.
“More.”
My greedy girl. A smile pulling at my lips as I insert another finger. She’s desperate for release, but I won’t give it to her. Not yet. I want her begging and wanton.
“I’m so close. I need to come, please.”
“You don’t come until I tell you.”
I place a kiss on her thigh, baring my teeth I suck and chase away the sting with my tongue marking her as mine.
I continue thrusting into her, hitting that sweet spot.
Her hold on me tightening. My baby likes a little pain with her pleasure.
Noted. I store that little tidbit of information for later.
Her breathy moans have me so close to giving in and taking her right now. My resolve running thin.
“You’re mine, Vorona.”
Her eyes glazing over, lost in her pleasure.
“Say it.”
I slap her clit at her hesitation.
“I’m Y—Yours.”
“Say my name,” I quicken my pace hooking my fingers.
“Eryx..”
My name on her tongue taste like a poison wrapped in temptation.
“Mmm, I can’t hear you.”
Her breathing picks up as I thrust and rub at her clit. She's so close.
“Mmm-ryx!” her scream is muffled against my palm.
“Come,” I tell her at the same time.
She explodes on my fingers, soaking the sheets beneath her. Her body spasms as aftershocks of her release roll through her body.
There’s an embarrassed look on her face.
“Did… I..?” Her cheeks flushed and her chest rises and falls as she comes down from her high.
“Squirt? Yeah you did.” I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick them clean. “And that was the hottest shit I’ve ever seen.” I tell her as I lean down and take her mouth in mine, our tongues dancing together, deepening the kiss. Letting her taste herself on my tongue.
I get up from on top of her and head to her closet. “What are you doing?”
“Stay there,” I tell her. I grab a small wash towel running it under warm water in her bathroom and a pair of fuzzy socks she has.
I head back over to her and clean between her legs with the wash towel.
I take my shirt off and place it over her head.
Next I place the fuzzy socks on her feet. “So your feet don’t get cold.”
“And the shirt?” she asks.
“Easy, so you’ll smell like me.”
I start to head for her door when she grabs my hand to stop me.
“St–stay with me?”
She looks so innocent and malleable when she’s not scowling at me or fighting me.
“I’m not going anywhere Moya Vorona. Just locking the door.”
I head back her way. I grab her and hold her to my chest as I lay down in her bed. “You smell like fall, and… cloves.” She says in a sleepy voice, a smile on her face. “I love the fall.”
“Is that right?” I feel a smile creep on my face.
“Mhmm.”
“Sleep now.” And she does. I stay with her for a while, watching her breaths. In, out, in, out. I brush her hair, taking in her scent. She feels like home.
The suns almost out now, and I have to get going. It pains me to have to leave her like this. I want her waking up next to me. I want to be the reason she smiles again. I place a kiss on top her head, cover her with a blanket and climb back out her window.