“Yes to all of those things. If all those things are pieces of you, I want them all,” she gushes out in one breathy exhale.
Perhaps she can have a sampling of the monster beneath my skin. She did not want me to use it to take her sorrow, but she has no qualms about my using it for her pleasure.She wants every part of me. Even the parts of me that I’ve pushed so far down that half the time, I can pretend they don’t exist.
I’ll never be worthy of her. Never be able to give her the love that she deserves. Caspian will give her that and more. But I’ll give her everything that I can. Everything that I am, if that’s what she wishes.
But can I give her what she’s wishing for right now?
Fuck, she’s going to love this.
Just a taste of the devil inside.
Looking up at my sweet angel, I let the blackness devour my irises and the whites of my eyes. The fear emitting from her is tempered with the overwhelming, dangerously addictive scent of her wetness. She stares down at me, mouth parted and eyes heavy with lust.
She runs her fingers across my cheek, just under the eye, muttering in awe, “So pretty.”
While I’d love to sit here and allow her this slow perusal, it’s not what I have in mind. Once her hand is healed, I’ll let her tie me to the bed and explore to her heart’s content. But right now, she’s chosen to be at my mercy. I think some retribution is in order for how embarrassingly loud she had me begging to come the other day.
“Darling girl, do you have any idea what you’ve started?” I ask, taking her wandering hand in mine. She shakes her head, and I chuckle, “No. You really don’t.” As I return to standing, I take the shirt she’s wearing with me, pulling it up over her head and tossing it behind me. Stripped to only her little panties, I pull her to my full-length dressing mirror, turning her to face it in front of me.
We look incredible together. Her softness and my wickedness paint the prettiest of pictures.
“Look how gorgeous you are,” I coo, watching her blush as she tries to look away. Grabbing her jaw, forcing her to comply, I repeat, “Isaidlook. See how stunning your skin looks when it flushes,” I run the fingers of my opposite hand across her collarbones. Gently tweaking a nipple, I continue, “See how these little peaks harden so perfectly for me.”
Working my feather-light touch lower, “Watch the goosebumps rise on your flesh, the way you shudder in anticipation for what’s to come.” She’s panting, eyes locked on my hand traversing the landscape of her curves.
I let my hand fall to her thigh, scratching up it, leaving four little trails of white amongst her pink flesh, “Look how gorgeous your skin is when it bears my marks.” Her whimper has my cock jumping to attention, begging me to stop playing games, but we’ve only just begun.
I cup her through her underthings, feeling the heat and dampness of her. “See how soaking wet this little slit gets for me,” I whisper against her ear, right before I rip the panties from her body, drawing a loud cry from her.
Gripping her jaw harder, I watch her face go from the shock and pain of the sudden rip against her skin to immense pleasure when I swipe my finger through the wetness gathering between her legs. The briefest contact against her clit forces her head to fall back against me, eyes fluttering closed.
I click my tongue at her, “Oh,no, darling girl. We’re not done. You love watching me and Caspian, don’t you? Now you’re going to watch every fuckingsecondof what I do to you.”
“Fritz, I-” her words cut off into a choking sound when I stroke her again.
“I’m sorry, what was that, Sweets?” I taunt, “I couldn’t hear you.”
“I don’t-fuck, I don’t know,” she blinks rapidly, trying to fight off the lust-drunk haze filling her head.
“It’s alright, love,” I tell her, lulling her into a sense of calm and peace, pushing away any negative thoughts that might plague this moment. Using my hold on her jaw, I tilt her neck to place open-mouthed, gentle kisses against every inch of her I can reach, using my tongue to trace her rapidly accelerating pulse.
She pushes her perfect ass back against me, her gaze bouncing back and forth between where my mouth works her neck and where my fingers are dancing dangerously close to the apex of her thighs, not quite touching where she craves me. Our eyes lock in the mirror, and without breaking the contact, I bite into her flesh nearly hard enough to break the skin. She cries out at the sudden pain, her cry devolving into a sigh when I stroke through her slit again.
Easing the sting with soft kisses, I watch her flexing the fingers of her unbound hand.She’s trying so hard to be good and hold still while I play her.She is the sweetest instrument, and I want to force a melody of exquisite pleasure to come from her again and again.
“Bel?” I ask, checking in with her before my next idea, “Do you trust me?” She nods, somewhere between frantic and boneless from the overload on her senses. “I’m going to try something else, okay? You’ll tell me if it’s too much?” She nods again, but that’s not quite good enough, so I wait silently for a real response.
“I will,” she breathes out, “I swear.”
I place a gentle kiss against her ear, “Thank you.” Righting her jaw again, I pull her further against me, and we both moan at the grazing of her lush ass against my painful hard-on. For just a moment, I lose myself and rock against her bare flesh before regaining my composure.Christ, I’ve never needed to fuck someone so bad.
I let my fingers drift between her legs, parting the softness there to graze that sweet little bud that drives her wild. With barely-there strokes, I rub small circles against her, not enough pressure to give her what she needs, only just enough to keep her chasing the friction.
Her soft pants and writhing hips drive me nearly into a frenzy. When I can tear my gaze away from where I’m working her pussy, we lock eyes in the mirror again. While I’m unsure she can tell, due to the complete blackness of mine, I can feel the lightning strike of connection between our gazes, the angelic blue of hers falling prey to the darkness inside mine.
With that thought blazing through me, I swiftly slap against her swollen clit. My eyes roll into the back of my head at the sound of her shriek, the scent of the flood it sent dripping from her, and the way her body jolted at the contact. I lick up her neck, relishing in the perspiration gathering there.
“Good?” I ask. Shemhmm’swith a small sob, like she’s embarrassed to admit that she loves the pain as much as the pleasure. “Once more?”
