“Sorry. I-I don’t even…” Her finger to my lips cuts me off. “Never apologize to me. You can bury all your secrets in my skin and I will always take what you have, giving back love turned from rage.” Her lips crash to mine as she pulls my ass into her seeking my cock to enter her. “Lose yourself in me and just let yourself feel. Stop fighting and just feel.” Her voice coats me with power and desire that I didn’t think I could feel without the bloodlust from a slit to the throat. She makes me feel more than any kill ever had.
Her teeth seek my skin, biting over the ink on my chest moving her lips over the flesh as I let my body feel and my mind go blank. For the first time in years,I allow nothing in, just the feeling of her under me and the slick wetness of my cock sliding in and out of her pussy in slow movements. I let her lead the way until my cock slides deeper into her, hitting all the right places. Her legs pulled up around me, latching to my hips as she uses them to push me back and pull me in. Her lips formed a perfect O as her own arousal and desire to lose herself takes over. I pull back slightly admiring the sheen of sweat sticking to the long strands of her hair. Like fire on snow, it has me quivering with sexual, savage need. I was falling over the edge as her nails started to dig, her walls clenched and her breasts bounced up and down - her hardened nipples teasing my skin as I moved over her body. The perfect friction that with each thrust had me closer to explosion. She pushed her nails in harder and harder. I’m going to have scars coating my back in the colored ink that I can take with me forever, her marking her own personal branding on my body.
Her mouth came down hard into my skin sinking deep into the flesh. She had me feeling shit I didn’t know I could. My body had me feeling for her orgasm as she had me begging her to let me blow.
“Bite me harder, baby. Make me fucking bleed,” I begged her. She was bringing out the beast in me and I didn’t want to be that man with her, yet I couldn’t stop. I knew no other way. She bit into my skin, I felt it when she punctured my skin. My teeth sunk into her breasts biting with as much force as she did. I felt me losing myself and caving into the beast. I let go and ate her body, destroying her from the inside out with her moans loud in my ear, her breathing harsh, fast, ragged. Rearing back, I see the look of pure lust in her eyes as I slammed in hard hitting her fucking cervix and pounding that like it was meant just for my cock. We both came together, hard and fast, sending shivers to ripple over my body. The sweat hot and sticking to my skin.
I could feel her wet pussy clenching around my cock milking the last drops from me as her hips rolled up, rocking back and forward, my cock was pulsating inside her giving her all I had and still begging her wet walls for more.
Looking down at her, my hair is falling from my tie, sweat coating both our faces and her cheeks are flushed with a sinful shade of arousal. Grinning down at her as she placed her hands over her eyes covering them as my eyes meet hers my tongue running along her collarbone.
“Don’t hide from me, baby,” I said softly into her damp skin, the salty sweat sticking to my lips. She laughed slightly as I removed myself from her. Her hand still over her eyes. I turned into her pulling her body into mine and just held her, my heart beating fast as my breathing slowed. I could feel her heartbeat on my skin and for the first time in my life I knew what it was like to actually want something other than death. I want to feel this feeling over and over.
***
I woke up to light blinding me through open blinds and a breeze flowing over my body, my naked body. Peeling my eyes open, I look down at her body next to mine. Her white skin on my olive skin, she’s got a lot of Irish in her. More than I have in me. My mind last night was peaceful, all it craved was her and her taste, not blood-curdling cries of death from all the nights before.
She was completely bare, still asleep and just as fucking stunning. Her skin so soft, so smooth, my fingers found the curve of her side where her waist meets her hips lowering down to her perfect ass. I wanted to never stop running my hands over her skin, her body.
The first time I saw her, I knew I had to have her, by the second time I saw her I’d known that this would be an obsession. The third time I knew that I would kill for her and the night in the rain, I fucking knew that I would let her destroy me. Last night, well last night I offered myself up to her like a sacrifice. I would kill god himself as long as I got to keep her, keep tasting her, feeling her and fucking loving her. Last night I fell in love. I fucking fell hard and fast. My mother will be proud.
Layla moved in her sleep, twisting her stunning body towards me. My eyes racked slowly over her body committing each curve and mold of her body.
Turning so she faced me, her green-golden eyes were still closed, hidden from me. My fingers reached for her skin brushing her hair from her face, the red standing out like hot lava over the white of the bed.
My hands shook wanting to touch, to take every sweet moment with her I knew I had to leave. I had a war to finish and I didn’t want to walk out of here, I wanted to stay consumed by her and in her for the rest of time. What a difference a night makes for one’s cold soul to thaw.
“Good morning,” she said in a soft angelic like voice.
“Hey,” I said back to her, my hand running over her naked ass as she wiggled closer into my body, her head on my arm her hair tickling my chest.
“You’re complete and utter perfection, you know that?” Tracing my finger up her side I notice she has ink on her skin. I didn’t notice last night, the bright watercolors that washed over her skin and were moving as she laughed. My finger was leaving goosebumps trailing behind my touch.
“Perfection, no, but pretty cool, yes.” Wiggling her eyebrows at me, she is confident and I like that. When it’s just us, she’s strong and confident. When the world outside us is involved she’s sad and timid. I plan on fixing that.
“I will take them all from this world, so you never have to live in fear again.” My lips graze over her forehead as her arms snake around me, her heat meshing into mine causing my cock to really wake up. Her back arched, and she pushed herself into me as my cock hardened under her touch. She knew what was to come, and she was ready for it. She was my perfect fit.
Chapter Nine
I thought I was bulletproof then she kissed me.
~ Micha Ragen
I pick Jimmy up for this hit. It’s on his side of town and the old man wanted me in on it. Jimmy’s tried all points of reason. Failed. He beat him to the point of near-death, still nothing. So the calling card for the Riddler was sent out and here I fucking am.
It’s taking me away from Layla. Since that night I have been with her every second that I could. She’s taking my mind off the job. The old man said all men have vices. Some it’s drinking, others it’s drugs, some betting on the horses and for men like me it’s pussy. He said after years of being dead I am now alive with pussy, that it’s my vice. Consuming me and my thoughts.
Jimmy stopped his truck outside of some fleabag motel. I hadn’t seen it before, but it felt like I had. Motels like this one all look alike with the awful brown styling, bright neon signs screaming date rape and drug hell.
I fucking hated these places. This part of it all knowing what goes on like Layla had me feeling alive and also paralyzed at the same time. She brought me out of the cold and now I see the world for all the fucking filth that consumes it. These people that live in it allow this shit to happen. Layla wants to clean up the city, wants me to run for senator and help her in her bid for world perfection. I fucking laughed when I heard that statement fall from her mouth. Her eyes grew serious, hands on hips in the ‘I’m not fucking around’ kind of way that has me wanting to bend her over the table and fuck that pretty little ass of hers.
I told her I would think about it, taking over for my grandfather and wiping out her uncle and my shit bag cousin. He is now a solider for house Gallo, it broke my grandfather’s heart. They have hit the underground and I’m struggling to find them.
These places could be made into housing for the homeless, instead, they hold up the hookers and their Johns looking for a cheap place to fuck for a few hours, and drug dealers. Nobody’s losing everything because they love the taste of shit they can’t afford.
I pulled a cigarette out, placed it in my mouth and offered one to Jimmy as we parked up in the carpark.
“What’s the deal with this one?” I asked him.
