She studies my face. “Why don’t you feel your own pain?”
“I became accustomed to pain a long time ago.”
She frowns. “Did she use to beat you a lot?”
I stare up at the ceiling. “She used to beat me until she got tired.”
She touches my face, caressing my cheek with her soft fingers. I look at her sad face. “I didn’t used to feel any emotion, so I placed all my emotions in you. If you were smiling, then everything was good, if you were sad, then everything was wrong. It carried on like that for a long time before I started feeling my own emotions. Still, I can’t feel pain.”
“That bitch should pray she doesn’t meet me in the afterlife,” she says through gritted teeth. “I will boil her in hot oil, then chop her into small pieces and feed her to hell’s dogs.”
I laugh and pinch her puffed cheek. “Demon.”
She rolls on top of me and holds my face in her hands. “You laughed twice tonight.”
“I’m happy,” I whisper against her mouth and capture her lips.
chapter 37
Avira
The heat that had cooled a bit flares back. I push my tongue into his mouth, his hardness twitches between my thighs. His tongue slides against mine, sending jolts of electric currents through me.
I pull my tongue back and nibble on his lower lip. My nipples press tightly against his chest, so I move my upper body, rubbing them for friction.
The discomfort between my legs shifts into that familiar ache, the ache of him filling me. I reach down with my hand and position his length at the entrance where I need it.
I lift my face and watch him, the rim of ice-blue in his dark, shining eyes and the ticking of muscle along his jaw are enough to tell me how much he wants this.
I push myself down on him, a fresh sting making my forehead scrunch. He opens his mouth to speak, and I know he will protest. So before he can say anything, I clench my jaw and push myself all the way down on him. It’s painful. So, so, so painful.
Only pure determination to do this with him has driven me to it. If not for this mind-numbing lust for my man, I never would have.
I stay there for several minutes. He watches me silently, the darkness in his eyes softens into something tender, but I crave that original, fierce darkness.
I lift slightly, dragging him out of me, then push him back in. It’s less painful now. I repeat this a few times until the pain goes numb, leaving only the aching pressure behind. I push him deeper and slide him fully inside, my eyes close, and a low moan escapes me.
Only then he moves. He holds my ass in place, pulls out, and thrusts back inside. My mouth hangs open at how good it feels. He slides out and thrusts in slowly, then gradually picks up the speed. My head falls onto his shoulder, unable to hold myself upright. The pleasure is so intense it starts to numb every part of my body, and it’s not even the peak yet.
I moan louder and louder, his thrusts become deeper and heavier. My body rocks with each push, even when he is holding me steady.
I kiss his neck. He moans so beautifully that I have to lift my face to see him, lips parted and eyes closed. The veins on his neck are taut. I can’t resist his beauty as my mind drifts into the depths of pleasure. I’m moving closer to the edge.
“Zoan, faster,” I gasp.
He increases the speed of his thrusts, my soul almost leaves my body as my orgasm slams into me, stealing my consciousness and leaving me trembling and shaking for a long time.
When I open my eyes again, I find myself covered in sweat, and Zoan. I lift my head and watch him watching me with a smile.
“I need a shower,” I tell him.
He nods and lifts us from the bed. He hasn’t pulled out of me. He walks us into the bathroom and sits in the tub, still inside me. It feels funny, having him inside while we do this.
The water starts filling the tub.
“Are you planning to keep it inside forever?” I chuckle.
He smirks. “Why not? It got the opportunity to go inside after waiting for ages, it doesn’t want to come out now.”
