“Get on top of me,” he commands, the rough scrape of his voice making me flinch. “Face to my cock, ass here,” he explains,his finger pressing against the spot he wants me. It takes a few heartbeats for the instructions to register.
Oh.
Oh.
“Um, Dante—” I begin, but he cuts me off with a single, sharp motion, leaving no room to think, no room to hesitate.
Grabbing my waist, he lifts me effortlessly, positioning me atop him. He aligns our bodies with precise intent—my ass pressed directly to his face while my own face hovers close to the tip of his cock. I can feel his intense gaze boring into me, and a shiver of shame twists deep in my gut, birthing a strange, electric pleasure.
“So goddamn exquisite,” he purrs, dragging the tips of his fingers lightly across my pussy. The touch is as soft as a breath, almost imperceptible, yet it ignites a storm of fire within me. “Tell me, baby, how did the world sound when you were without me?”
I bite my bottom lip, shivering at both the touch and the low hum of his voice. “It sounded like pain, desperation, and desire intertwined,” I whisper. “I can still taste it on my tongue.”
His fingers keep dancing across me, smearing my wetness and sending sparks of burning pleasure shooting through my core. “And now? What does it sound like now?”
My eyes focus on his cock, and my pussy clenches instinctively, heat pulsing from every pore. “It’s the sound of painful relief. I lived too long without oxygen, and these breaths… they strike like rebirth, the only ones that feel real.”
“Estella, you and I are a single creature split in two—fallen things made for the dark, thriving where others burn. Hell is home to us, and I’ll endure every agony it holds just to remain with you.”
Before I can utter a response, Dante grabs my thighs, jerking me closer, his lips sealing over my pussy. A delicious shiverwracks my spine as he begins to feast, moaning in approval like I’m the most exquisite meal he’s ever tasted. His tongue teases and plunges between my walls, the rough tickle of his beard hairs sending small, exquisite tingles through me.
Too lost in desire to think of anything else, I open my mouth, sliding his cock across my tongue. I wrap my lips tightly around him, pushing my head down, tracing the blue veins with my tongue. His groan vibrates against me, sending black spots across my vision, darkness creeping in and corrupting the fleeting purity that shatters in a heartbeat.
He moves, circling my clit before sucking it into his mouth, driving me to sink even deeper onto him. The intensity is overwhelming, fire consuming every nerve. A cry escapes me as my pleasure bursts through every sense, my body growing slick with sweat. He devours me relentlessly, while I greedily take him, drooling along his length as his tongue spreads me wide.
It feels like our bodies merge, creating a world of our own, a planet built from heat, desire, and raw need. Sensing our impending releases, I rock my hips in rhythm, wiggling, smearing my juices across his face as I ride the edge of ecstasy, every nerve alight with molten fire.
He trades licks with kisses, showering my swollen, wet flesh with softness that bleeds into roughness. Over and over, attuning to every shift in me, every quiver of my weak body, every sound he wrings from my throat.
It’s a dangerous rightness, a forbidden pull, and with it comes the stark clarity that I’ll never feel whole without him.
Life loses all meaning without him. He’s the storm that wrecks me and the tether that holds me steady.
Dante grabs my ass, his fingers digging so brutally into my flesh that I instinctively know he’ll leave a constellation of bruises across my skin. Pain and pleasure braid together,forming a heady, ruinous elixir that drags me to the very edge in a heartbeat.
Muffled moans spill around his cock, vibrating against him as release slams through me. The faint ringing fills my ears, dizziness thudding in my skull as I cum all over his face, pleasure detonating inside me so violently that the world goes briefly, beautifully silent.
His orgasm follows mine—one last deep thrust into my mouth before hot, thick ropes of cum flood my tongue and coat my throat, so potent I nearly choke on him.
We drift down from the drag in trembling breaths, our bodies rigid, neither of us brave enough to move just yet. Carefully, I lift my head, letting him slip from my mouth before I swallow, heat still coiling low inside me.
And like a spark hitting gasoline, desire flares once more, just as fierce as before.
My lips part in satisfaction when I hear him swallow too, and then his tongue drags across my pussy with slow strokes as he licks me clean. Gently, he shifts me off him, and I settle beside him, dropping my head onto the mattress.
A thick, molten silence settles between us, still quivering with the remnants of our tremors. I lean into him, seeking the heat of his body, the impossible comfort he somehow is. He gathers me close, and I dissolve against the warmth of his skin.
“Do you think we will grow old in this house?” I ask softly, cracking the stillness.
“Nope. Not possible,” he replies without hesitation. “We’ll consume each other long before that.”
A breathless chuckle shakes through me.
He’s right.
My fingers drift across his chest, tracing the rough ridge of a scar right over his heart. “But it sounds nice,” I whisperdreamily. My thoughts overflow with countless scenarios, each showing us, insatiable and obsessed, in any imaginable place.
“It sounds like everything I ever wanted.”
