To her. To the strength she exudes.
“I’ll kill them.” She whispers into my mouth, an exchange of saliva and vows that exists only between us, “I’ll kill them all for what they did to you.”
“I know you would, darling. I know you would.”
She climbs onto my lap and presses her chest flush against mine. Eyes blazing with the life I’ve been chasing, Calista Drache looks like everything I’ve aspired and failed to be.
“You’re my good boy, Devil.” Her eyes darken when she says it, her nails digging into my hair to hold me in place, “Don’t forget that.”
Her praise feels like a long overdue painkiller. Soothes the aches and pains, taking every stitch and bruise and putting them back together again.
“As if I could ever forget you, Miss Drache.”
Instead of answering, she kisses me. Savagely, viciously with the fire that makes a person feel alive.
Our mouths meet in a ferocious clash of tongues and teeth, a couple of wild animals clawing at each other until our clothes are torn off and tossed aside. We dry hump the fuck out of each other, replacing desperation with the kind of pleasure worth remembering.
Exchanging the past for a present that tastes a hell of a lot sweeter.
“I need to be inside you.” A plea I breathe into her mouth, the stitches on my neck straining against the blood rushing south, “Right. Fucking. Now.”
“Then what are you waiting for.”
She pulls me down on top of her, our bodies as close as two souls can go. Her entrance is wet and so fucking swollen already, a pretty pussy begging for my cock to slide right on through.
So I do.
“Fuck.”
A curse that gets pressed against her neck, the scent of her lotion engulfing me entirely. I thrust forward, burying to the hilt before drawing back out and doing it again.
And again.
And again.
Out of all the positions, this one feels the most vulnerable. Calista is on her back for once, staring up at me while her claws scrape the scruff along my jaw. She peppers kisses along my new scars and my old ones, taking away the sting of humiliation and replacing it with something less painful.
“Touch me, Devil.”
A command I am happy to obey, my thumb slipping between us and stroking her clit. She shifts beneath me, widening her legs until her knees are pressed flat against the mattress.
Holding herself open for me to see.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” My fingers dip between the apex of her thighs, gathering her cum before smearing it across the inside of her thighs, “Strong. Powerful.”
The angry juts of skin and torn tissue press up beneath me, the scarred body marked with blood and ink that doesn’t do shitto erase the past. Her tattoo snarls and purrs beneath my touch, the vicious tail falling short of the marks I fucking treasure.
“A dragon just waiting to take back her kingdom.”
Calista watches me touch her scars, spreading her arousal across the damage that will forever linger. She lays herself bare for me to inspect and admire, stripping off layer after layer until both of us are nothing but an ugly cluster of broken flesh.
“Say it again.”
Her lips curve as she catches my eye, victim and predator tied together in one gorgeous, messy fucking package.
“Except this time, look in the mirror.”
My thrusts falter, my dick almost falling out of her completely.
