“I could open your stitches.”
“Then control yourself,” I taunted.
“You ask too much of me.”
She squeezed my cock in her fist, stroking it a couple of times before she swung her leg over me and sat up astride my hips. Her fingers nimbly pulled the laces loose on my pants and shimmied the waistband down until my cock sprang from its confines, already painfully hard. I had to admit that staring up at her magnificent form, feeling her weight against my groin, was a feeling I could easily get addicted to. She peered down at me with hooded eyes, her fingers dancing across my chest and tracing every little scar she could find as if worshipping them. When she brushed her fingers over my bandages, I could see the fire in her eyes die a little. I reached up, taking her wrist.
“I am in some amount of pain and at risk of tearing the stitches Aeris worked very hard on, but I will roll you over and fuck the guilt right out of you if you don’t stop looking at me like that,” I rasped.
She pulled up the hem of her blouse, lifting the loose fabric over her head. Her body, in all of its dreadful beauty, unveiled itself to me. She did not attempt to look more human that night. Her skin, pale as bone ash, was something I once thought horrifying. Her eyes, like clouds announcing a deadly tempest, glowed in the low light. Every scar, marking, and flaw made her what she was. A siren. A monster.Mymonster, gorgeous in ways I did not think onecould be. Her midnight hair framed her face as she sucked her lower lip between sharp teeth again.
“I want to know what it feels like,” she whispered.
“What’s that?”
She reached down between us, notching the head of my cock at her entrance.
“To fuck you without the shadows of his voice moving about my mind. Without the fear of him looking over my shoulder.”
Slowly, she began to sink down onto my length, savoring every inch. She squeezed me like she was trying to snap my dick off as she gradually started to roll her hips back and forth. I closed my eyes, my palms resting on her thighs as she rode me, her motions torturously slow. And still, my stomach began to tighten. Be it hard and untamed or careful, when I was inside of her, my body was flooded with desire. I moaned her name, clutching her hips just to feel her move. Her breath deepened, growing more labored with every thrust. And with every thrust, she began to lose herself in her pleasure. Her eyes fluttered closed, her body arching back until her hands were rested on my thighs.
“You deserve all of me,” she panted, her head dropping to look at me, eyes black as onyx. “And now you have all of me.”
“You’re a fucking monster,” I groaned.
“I’myourmonster.”
Nodding, I pushed my hips up, encouraging her to go faster. When she started to ride me harder, I reached up with one hand, cupping the back of her neck and pulling her toward me.
“Harder, love,” I breathed against her lips.
“I’ll hurt you.”
My fingers curled in her hair as I collared her throat with my other hand.
“Aye, but I said to use me and the way you’re squeezing my cock, I know you need more. So, fuck me the way you want to fuck me.”
I released her, staring into her predatory gaze as she sat up again, her body moving with renewed desperation. She watched me as if to seek approval and I simply challenged her, my jaw ticking at the way she was starting to move her hips. Reaching back, I tucked my hands beneath my pillow, forcing myself not to intervene again. Dahlia began to moan and gasp, adjusting her motions until each one made her whimper with pleasure.
“I rather like the sight of you beneath me,” she breathed.
“I rather like the sight of you looking down at me like that,” I smirked. “Like the queen I know you are.”
“Queen of what? Pain?”
“Me, love. You reign over my every thought.”
She reached out to touch my face, her fingers tracing my parted lips. My tongue darted out to taste her and as it did, she slid her fingers into my mouth, letting me suck the length of them before she moved her slickened fingers between her legs. The sight of her toying with herself nearly finished me. My balls started to draw up, desperate for relief, but I deprived myself, holding my breath as I awaited the small signs that Dahlia was close to her own pinnacle.
I was relentlessly drawn to her, a longing that resonated deep within me. Dahlia caressed herself gently, her breath quickening, each inhale a testament to her rising passion. As a shiver swept through her, her body tightened, and a soft, muffled sound escaped her lips. I was captivated by the sight of her exquisite form trembling in ecstasy. I clenched my fists beneath my head, an overwhelming warmth surging through me, overshadowing any pain I was feeling beneath my bandages. A low groan escaped me as I surrendered to the profound connection we shared, pouring my heart into her, claiming her as my own once more, for an eternity. Panting, Dahlia collapsed against me, careful to fall to one side and avoid my wound, which I was fairly certain had torn open despite our efforts.
I swore under my breath as my body relaxed from the glorious high, wrapping my arm around Dahlia’s shoulders to keep her close.
“I shall need food soon,” she said.
“Of what variety?”
I could feel her smile against my chest. “Whatever is available. I am not about to hunt a sorry soul after everything.”
