“The same thing that you're doing to me, Devil Man,” she answers, her voice a breathy rasp that makes my cock solidify fully in my pants.
“Then we'll get lost together for a while,” I tell her, ghosting my lips over hers, inhaling the sharp breath she releases until my lungs are filled with her.
I place a light kiss on her cheek, her neck, and the top of her breast, relishing the soft noises she makes, the scent of her arousal making my nostrils flare. I love the way I can feel the heat as her skin flushes, all because of my touch.
“Aeron,” she moans, pulling against her bonds, and Jesus fucking Christ that’s a sound I want to hear more often. “Please, Aeron. Please, I need you so fucking bad it hurts.” Her voice catches at the end, her plea hardening my dick further until it becomes painful.
The need to taste her becomes overwhelming. Watching the guys take turns lapping at her sweet pussy all fucking day gave me a desperate thirst for her juices on my tongue, but my dick needs to feel her right fucking now.
“Will you scream my name if I let you come?” I question against her breast, my voice a deep, husky sound. She gives a full-body shudder that I feel across my own rapidly heating skin.
“Yes, sir,” she answers, trying to jerk her hips closer to me.
Fuck, hearing her call me sir leaves me panting like a fucking dog. God, she's worked her siren magic on me and I'm helpless against her. Straightening up, I press closer into her until our bodies touch from chest to groin. Pulling my hard length from my sweats, I angle it down and press it against her clit.
We both groan at the feel of her wetness coating my tip, lubing me up. With slow, steady movements, I slide my hand up and down my shaft, hitting her swollen nub on every downward stroke.
“Fuck, Aeron,” she gasps, her hips thrusting forward. “That feels so fucking good.”
My hand tightens around my cock, my motions speeding up. I’ve given up on my tightly-leashed control, and I just fucking feel her surrounding me. My other hand comes up to wrap around her neck, feeling her pounding pulse underneath my fingertips.
“Aeron!” she cries, wetness soaking my hand and cock as she comes hard all over me. Fuck, I know she's beautiful when she climaxes, remembering how she looked when Knox fucked her up against her cell wall, and feeling her come now, my shaft soaked with her release, turns me into a beast.
Sparks shoot up my spine at the feel of her tied up and dripping all over my dick, my hand furious as I pump harder and faster. I tighten the grip around her throat, feeling every gasp and cry as she bucks underneath me.
“That's it, Dove, come for me again, baby,” I growl out, my balls drawing up as my own climax threatens to sweep over me.
“Shit, Aeron!”
Her whole body goes rigid, more wetness coating my dick as she comes a second time. This time I follow her, painting the outside of her pussy with ropes of hot cum. I regret not lighting a candle so I could see her glisten with my release.
I feel as though I’m on fire, my nerves alight as I squeeze her throat and just let fucking go. A low groan sounds in my chest, and I can feel her struggling to breathe, which makes more cum leak out of my dick. I wish I could see her covered in my seed; I bet she looks fucking glorious.
What follows is something I've not experienced in so long that I'd wondered if it ever existed. Peace flows over me, relaxing my grip on my dick and her throat as I sink into her soft body, my sweaty forehead resting against hers.
“Dove…” I start, not knowing what I intend to say, lost for words for once.
“I know,” she murmurs back, turning her head to place a kiss on my jaw as her breaths pant out of her heaving chest. She mewls when I place my cum-covered hand over her pussy, needing to feel her inner warmth.
“I still need to get that intel from you,” I tell her, hating that I'm going to have to up my game, and perhaps even hurt her. I have to give my father something soon, or he'll come back and hurt her more. The thought leaves a sour taste in my mouth, the idea of anyone hurting her making me want to gnash my teeth like a fucking rabid dog.
“I know,” she answers again, pressing her lips against mine.
We stay that way for a time as I taste the resignation in her words, and I wait until her body sags in her binds, her even breathing letting me know that she's finally fallen asleep.
Carefully stepping away, I place my dick back in my sweats, still covered in her release. I have no urge to wash it off, wanting to keep her on me for as long as possible, the need to have this small part of her overriding my usual OCD tendencies. Walking over to the door, I slide down the wall beside it to sit on the floor and face my Dove.
I don't sleep, just wait there while watching over her, wondering what the fuck I'm going to do next.
CHAPTER NINE
“SMOTHER ME” BY KELASKA
LARK
“Little, naughty Nightingale…” a low voice filters through my mind, infiltrating my dream.
Wisps of darkness loosen their grip, but I don’t feel the usual heart-stopping terror that accompanies most of my nightmares. Instead, it’s like a warm caress, a parting kiss.
