I used to resent her for having this kind of pull over me. Every stolen glance punched the air from my lungs and reminded me what I couldn’t have. But even when I punished her for it, I never doubted she was mine—and that she always would be, whether she realized it or not.
When I look at her now, I’m reminded of the parallel between Eros and Psyche. This is why he couldn’t stay away from her.
Apuleius understood the thin line between obsession and madness in his depiction of the myth. It’s a slow seduction—worship disguised as craving—into a devotion that consumes all reason.
The poverty of our language offers no words sacred enough to exalt or define it.
I guess today, insanity wins.
My need to reclaim her comes roaring back to life, baring teeth and claws.
I sink my fingers deeper and pump them in and out of her at an accelerating pace, dragging her into my spiral.
It’s a sharp contrast—one half of me driven by hunger while the other maps her curves with a reverence that betrays me.
She soaks up my affection as pleasure spills out in broken, breathless gasps.
Her spine arches as tension weaves through her, the picture of exquisite agony. I don’t relent until the last thread of her restraint snaps, and she starts to unravel.
She comes hard, clamping down on my fingers as her entire body shakes and nearly collapses before I catch her.
I anchor her weight against me as I draw it out, wringing every last tremor until there’s nothing left. She moans in protest when I pull my wet fingers out of her, but when I stretch her pussy apart, she starts to wriggle.
“Eros?”
“This is mine, and I want to look at you. Now hold still. ”
“What—”
Her words die abruptly when I grab her by the hips and lift the lower half of her body, draping her legs over my shoulders and settling her pussy in front of my face. She lets out a little shriek as she dangles upside down, arms flailing until they find purchase against the floor.
I lick her all the way up her seam, lapping up her cum as she squirms in my grasp. She’s still sensitive from the orgasm, but I keep her pinned there, burying my face in her pussy and devouring her. She squirms against me, crying out until the overstimulation melts into pleasure.
It isn’t long until those cries soften into breathless pleas as she starts to rock against me, begging for another release. Before she can get there, I spread her apart and tease the inside of herthighs, ghosting my lips over the purple marks I left behind last night.
Once she lets her guard down, my fingers bite into her hips, gripping them roughly as I balance her weight on my shoulders.
She isn’t expecting it, so when my palm reverberates off her ass, she lets out a startled cry.
“Not quite a scream.” I admire the red handprint blooming across her skin. “I think you can do better than that.”
I rain down a series of measured smacks as her vocalizations escalate to a deeply satisfying volume—one that feeds the animal in me. When I sink my teeth into the warm, tender flesh I’ve just branded, she screams like she’s coming apart. It’s a wild, unguarded sound sharpened by desire, and it goes straight to my cock.
I could spend all night wrenching those sounds from her until my ears bleed, but my restraint is hanging on by a thread. I need to fuck her until I’ve purged this unrelenting ache from my body.
I lower her back down to her knees, and her body bows forward in a feline stretch, arms sprawled before her as she rests her cheek against the floor.
My gaze travels over her languid form, spine gently curved, hips tilted in invitation. She has no idea what this is doing to my head.
I’m so goddamned hard it physically hurts.
I unfasten my pants and withdraw my cock, stroking it roughly. When I rub the head against her wet pussy, she arches back into me, so fucking eager for it. I have to stop myself from plowing inside her with one thrust.
A ragged breath shudders out of me as I ease myself in slowly, trying to calm the beast inside me. The way her body stretches to accommodate my cock is obscene, and I like the sight of it far too much.
I don’t know how she takes me, but the fact that she does makes me feral.
While her body adjusts to the intrusion, I band an arm across her front and drag her up, pinning her against me.
