My palms press into the door over her head. I hover over her and pause a moment to truly look at her—the makeup smeared beneath her eyes, the mess of her hair, the dried blood beneath her fingernails—and I reach to her face to brush that stray hair back into her waves.
“No, do you know what I am, Andi?” I ask, my voice coming out in a rasp. “I’mtormentedby you. I’m going mad with every second that I’m not allowed to touch or claim you as my soul wants to. I have this unrelenting urge to mark you as mine… I want every person on this shit-eating planet to know you belong to me. And I know that sounds completely crazy, but—”
“I am yours,” she says, and I think my heart skips a few beats. “I am, Maddox,” she adds, taking my shirt in her closed fists. “I’m fucking yours.”
There’s a special sort of delirium for what we are, for what our souls have found in one another. The bond that tethers us together should be riddled with unraveling threads threatening to break with every flame licking at our wounds.
And yet, here we are.
Standing in the fire together and daring it to singe that final cord.
Because when she kisses me, I lose my grip on reality.
My hands are on her neck, sliding down her waist, bunching the shirt she’s wearing to her stomach. I pull the hem up and over her head, leaving that lacy bra beneath that has her breasts pillowing so perfectly. I have to bend down and wrap my hands beneath her ass so that I can have her around my waist. Her breasts hit my mouth as she crashes into the door, and I groan at the spillage wrapped around my face.
She could fucking suffocate me, and I’d come back as a ghost to thank her.
To hell with the glass on the floor.
I carry her to the stairs and set her on the creaking boards. Her hands are in my hair and pushing me lower. I can’t get her pants off fast enough. A desperation flows through me. I need to taste her. Fuck her.
Andi unbuttons the front hook of her bra and throws it to the ground as I get her pants off. The instant she’s exposed to me, I run my thumb over the long scar on her hip. She flinches at my touch. Our eyes meet, and I lean forward to kiss her, the embrace threaded with my vow.
“Never again,” I whisper.
Her fingers drag in my hair when we part, and she swipes her thumb over the old scar cutting through my brow.
“Never,” she says, and I know her promise isn’t about her own scar.
It prompts the fluttering in my stomach to rise to a new level. A tingling stretches up my spine and out over my arms, and I hug her into my arms again to begin kissing down her throat, her collar, down to her breasts—already riddled with bruises from my bites.
I latch onto her nipple and suck it into my mouth, rolling my tongue ring around its stiff peak. Her head hits the step behind her, my name slipping off her tongue when my fingers find her entrance.
I just need a taste, and then I want her bouncing on my aching dick.
One taste.
But fuck, her pussy is addicting.
She grinds her cunt against my tongue and cries out, her grip so tight in my hair that I wince at the delicious agony. The pain sends chills over my skin. Every hair on my neck and arms rises with that tug and whimper.
I move back up to her lips and kiss her hard before grabbing her by the hands and pulling her to her feet. She doesn’t ask any questions as I turn us and sit on a higher step, and without hesitation, she settles herself on my lap.
I punch the wall and groan when she slides easily onto me.
The steps cutting into my back are a pain.
However, for this view? This view is worth it.
I grab her hips as she starts a rhythm, rocking and riding every inch of me. Her nails are digging into my chest, her tits… fucking hell, her tits… I forcefully slap her ass, making it wiggle on my lap, and her skin turns the most beautiful scarlet shade. Again.Again. Causing her to moan and sink her nails deeper into me. Those little half-moons are exactly what I want cutting through my skin, and when she does break through, I suck in a sharp breath of air.
I’m already on the verge of release. Her walls are tightening. Her mouth sags. And as she begins to tremble at the very edge, I pull her face down to mine and kiss her.
Her body jerks and tenses as she comes around my dick, as the pleasure rocks her down to her core. She cries out into my mouth, and as the sound works its way into the marrow of my bones, I release inside her.
She collapses in my arms, her cheek lying against my collar. Another groan escapes me as the last of my cum leaves me, and even though we’re both satiated, we don’t move. I rake my hands from her bare ass up her sides and her spine until reaching her face, and when I do, she lifts her head only enough to look at me. There’s a faint smile on her lips, and I can’t help when one rises on mine.
Something about taking her in the foyer of a place that was once my sanctuary and her hell is strangely cathartic. I don’t know why. Perhaps it’s that little bit of mania my inner demon once clung to when the lights went out. Or maybe it's the ravenous angel sitting on my shoulder that can't seem to get enough of both danger and the reprieve that follows.
