“Fucking Christ, Collins,” he groans, and I pant. “You taste like Heaven. Focus on my touch. Listen to my words,” he commands, directing me.
“It’s just us.” He soothes, fingers running over my sides, hot open mouth kisses following. “And you’re all mine.
He nips and bites, soothing my flesh with kisses and praises. He works his way down my belly, caressing my thighs, molding them to his palms.
All my thoughts—the downward spiral, stops.
His touch is electric, his mouth my salvation. I let him burn away all the bad memories until it’s just us, like he said.
With Hayes, I’m safe. I’m perfect. I’m loved.
“Hayes, I?—”
“Shh,” he whispers. “No words, remember. This isn’t about what you can give me. This is what I can do for you.”
He lowers further, hands pulling my legs open wide. His tongue runs along my inner thigh and I buck, chasing his tongue. He’s good as a distraction but beyond that, he’s great at giving me what I need.
I open my mouth to try again—to tell him I love him.But he pours a few splashes of scotch on my tongue. “Eh, eh,” he taunts. “Save those wonderful words for later. Just feel.”
That’s the problem. I do feel. For him, for us. I want to tell him and he keeps halting me.
Hooking my legs over his shoulders, I’m wide open for him and he inhales. My thoughts vanish.
“You’ve wrecked me, viper.” His tongue laps at my pussy and my head falls back, weightless. “But that’s alright. If there was anyone who I would let see all my broken pieces, it was always going to be you.”
He eats me like I’m a cold sip of water after being in the hot desert—he’s ravished and I’m held open, forced to endure. But it’s not a hardship as his tongue swirls inside of me, tasting all the parts he can reach.
“My soul is yours,” he whispers, lips nibbling my flesh. “My heart is yours. My life, all of it, is yours. I’m yours, Collins.”
He grabs the bottle of liquor, sloshing some over my pussy and his tongue follows the path. Yelping, he hums against me. “Oh, did that hurt?”
I nod, panting with anticipation. “I liked it.” I grow wetter and he laps it up, drinking it for himself.
“Of course, you did.” His tongue flicks my clit, moaning with pleasure and my knees tremble.
He continues to work me as he slides two—three—fingers inside my tight body. He doesn’t stop, building me up until I’m breathless. My throat is hoarse from the long moans, lost to all the sensations. Pain, pleasure—this is what I need. I need the hurt to heighten the lust. I need the carnage to feel alive.
He knows that—acceptsit.
“That’s it, viper. Let go.”
I do, loudly. Clutching him close, my body arches as I cum, body igniting. I don’t have a moment to think before he crawls over me, cock sliding inside as if he’s home.
“Fuck,” I gasp, body still tight as the orgasm lessens.
He chuckles into my neck. “High praise from you. Now, hold on.”
He sets a punishing pace and I claw at his shoulders to hold on. It’s rough, dirty. We claw and bite, pulling the other closer as if we can bury ourselves into the other’s soul.
The climax takes me hard and fast. He bites my neck, following me over. “Fuck, you sound so good with my name on your lips.”
I chant his name like a prayer as he continues to stroke us until the orgasm is gone and I’m filled with his cum. We collapse back on to the table, bodies slick with sweat. He takes off the blindfold and undoes my wrists, rubbing them and kissing the marks. I feel nothing but soaring contentment and bliss.
“There she is.” He grins. Dropping his forehead to mine, he inhales. “Don’t let him win. What happened isn’t your burden to bear. Share it with me. That’s the only way this works between us.”
Our relationship. Once fake, it’s now one of the most important things in my life.
“I know.”
