“Th-thank you.” I breathe out, my breath landing on his lips.
I can barely make out his features in the dark but, the way Barrett holds me feels like I’ve always been meant to be right here. Pressed firmly against him, his hand grips my hip while his other strokes the underside of my wrist. I feel my heart fluttering into a gallop. Heat follows his light touch, and a groan escapes his perfect mouth. His nose is pressed into the crook of my neck and a riot of butterflies erupt in my lower belly. It would only take a moment and I’d be kissing him, deeply with every fiber of my being. Licking my lips, I feel my body shake in anticipation, wondering if he feels just as helpless as I do. Desperate to close what little space is left between us.
“Shouldn’t you be asleep?” I ask.
“I was waiting for you to come home. I heard there was a murder in the park and became apprehensive when you didn’t come back before dark.”
“Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you.”
His hand moves up my back, trailing delicately against my spine as if he’s afraid that one wrong move will send me fleeing from him.
“You’re home now, that’s all that matters.”
I should be pushing him away, saying goodnight and running straight into my room, but instead he leans into me, and I let him tangle his hand into the hair at the nape of my neck. He grips me tight enough to twist my neck as he trails his nose down from my ear to where I’d applied the perfume. The word ‘home’ circles around my traitorous heart, fluttering down into my deepest hopes that I’ve kept tucked away. Always yearning to belong and never being able to.
I feel the lightest wet lick down my neck turning me into a puddle, knees buckling from his touch. I’m utterly defenseless against whatever this inescapable pull he has over me. Our bodies yearning to be together. And devil confound it, I’m at his mercy, wanting him like I’ve never wanted anyone before.
“You should tell me to stop. I’m no good for you or anyone. I’m nothing but a broken shell of a man.”
“It’s a good thing I tend to like broken things, then. I’ll gladly take your jagged pieces and fit them together with mine if that means we can have this, even if it’s just for tonight.” In truth I’m broken too. Knowing there’s no way this can last because of my curse but, the way he touches me has me wanting to bend my rules.
“That scent, it’s intoxicating. Alluring in a way that drives me mad. I’ve never felt anything like this Marigold, and I’ll admit it has me scared senseless the way I want to ravage you right here against the wall.” He pushes his hips into me, and I can feel his length through my dress. I feel my core clench instantly, heating with a heady desire that only he can quench.
“So do it.” I don’t know what’s possessed me, but I don’t care anymore. I want him just as badly as he wants me. A little voice in the back of my head reminds me how I’ve sworn off men completely. Remember what Charles put me through when he shredded my heart and trust in one fell swoop when he took up with my devious twin sister. But that voice is silenced the moment Barrett moves on me. He spins me into the wall, gripping my hands and pressing them above my head with one hand while the other works on lifting my skirts up and finding me drenched for him. He groans as his fingers find my tight entrance, pressing them into me as he takes my mouth in a punishing, heated kiss. The pleasure his touch brings me is incomparable. All thoughts empty from my head save for this moment, my focus intent on each sensual touch.
My breasts ache with a heaviness that begs for him to grip them in his strong steady hands. And then as if he knows, he does exactly what I crave, finding my nipples hard beneath my dress fabric as he pulls at my stays, loosening the cage in which constricts my ribs.
“Is this a dream, my Marigold, or are you really here with me? I’ve dreamt this so many times, I can scarcely tell anymore.”
“I’m here with you.”
“I promised myself I wouldn’t do this, but I can’t help it. My mind has been flooded with thoughts of you since you walked into this house. All the ways I need to have you have played out in my dreams nightly, filling me with such torturous visions. You are exquisitely dark, and hauntingly beautiful, my raven-haired enchantress come to capture my soul.”
“I’ll gladly take your soul, if you promise to care for mine in return.”
He unsheathes himself from his pants and lines his pulsating length up with my wet entrance.
“I promise.” He says, thrusting inside of me with a grunt.
BARRETT
Iswallow her moan with my mouth, pumping my hips up into her. Her back is flush against the wall as she wraps her legs around my back, heels digging into my behind. Being with her gives me a sense of déjà vu, like my body already knows hers. The feel of her wrapped around me has me weak in the knees with this euphoria she elicits from me. I don’t know anything about this bewitching woman, except how she makes me feel so wholly unhinged yet so completely right. Like a missing piece of myself I didn’t even know existed has locked into place.
And deep in my bones, I know that is enough.
Though I’m breaking my promise to Harriett, I feel a sense of freedom. Like her presence is no longer hovering over me, critiquing my every move. For the first time since her death, I feel like I can be my own person without restraint or reproach.
Marigold’s long delicate fingers rake into my overgrown hair, twisting the locks to the point of pain. It’s a sting I welcome, reminding me that this is in fact, real. What’s happening here between us isn’t just another delirious delusion brought upon by loneliness and fever. She’s all flesh and blood beneath me, coating my cock with her arousal. A demoness sent to drive me mad with lust.
This madness has consumed us both it would seem.
I welcome it, biting down into her neck and tasting her sweet skin with the flick of my tongue, sucking it between my teeth and leaving a mark behind. The scent she wears makes my hips pick up their pace. I wish I could bottle it to take with me everywhere.
“Please, Barrett!” She begs, and I know I’d give her anything she wanted in this moment. The sound of my name on her lips is a balm to my brokenness, giving me life in a way that brings me back to myself. The self I used to know before life to a dagger to my heart. Not a hint of guilt plagues me as I bring her to ruin on the tip of my cock. She makes me feel alive, as if I’ve been drowning this whole time and she’s jumped in right as the waves were about to consume me.
Tipping her head back I kiss her luscious lips in gratitude and awe, savoring the way her mouth molds to mind. A tangle of tongues and moans erupt between us as I fuck her drenched pussy.
“Come for me, my sweet. I want to feel your pleasure. I want to hear you call for me as I release myself in you. Can you do that for me?”
