Then, he began to move. I shuddered as he slid out of me, the sensation driving me wild. With each stroke of his cock, he matched it with a tight circle around my clit. Soon, another orgasm was beginning to build. He held me on the edge of release, praising me every time I accepted another thrust.
“I can’t, please… I need to come.”
He rammed into me again, pressing more firmly down on my clit as he did so.
“You’ll come when I tell you to,” he grunted, increasing his pace. As he slammed deeper, I felt him tense as he fought off his own release.
“Please…” I tried to plead with him. I was so close, and I could feel him so deep, but he knew just how to dangle me off the edge without letting me fall.
“Beg all you want Lilith but youwillwait for my command.”
I bit down on the pillow and let out a muffled scream, and he slightly adjusted his position, thrusting in and out of me at a steady, punishing pace. The burn was agonizing and sweet all at the same time. It spread through my body like wildfire, and it took everything in me to keep myself from falling apart.
“Good girl, Lilith. You’re doing so well. Do you think you’ve earned it?” he asked roughly, swirling his fingers over my slick clit as he ground deeper into my ass.
“Yes,” I sobbed. “Please, I’ve been good.”
I knew he was smirking, even though I couldn’t see his face. He gave me two more quick thrusts before finally giving me permission to do what I so desperately craved.
“Okay, Lilith. You may come now.”
I felt as his cock began to pulse inside me. My own climax followed, and my whole body throbbed with the orgasm. My clit, my cunt, my ass, all of me rolled with the seemingly endless wave of pleasure he was coaxing out of me.
For one shining moment of pure ecstasy, my mind went blank and still. Everything fell away, and I was at peace. Ramel had successfully chased away the nightmares.
Finally, he collapsed on top of me, leaving wet kisses across my shoulders and up my neck. He lay there for several breaths until our breathing slowed, and our heart rates returned to normal. After a long moment, he pulled out of me and unchained my wrists, curling me tenderly into his chest.
‘Ilove you.’
His words hung in the air around us. It wasn’t clear if he had whispered them or sent them to my mind, but his body burned against me, and I whimpered, allowing myself to melt deeper into his embrace. He rocked me gently as he held me, and although he had successfully chased away the darkness from my nightmare, his words unnerved me.
His declaration felt more like an omen than a promise. It might have been comforting if it weren’t for the solemn fact that everyone who had ever bothered to love me was dead.
“If you don’t fight, you die.”
—RICK GRIMES, THE WALKING DEAD
Iwoke up to find Ramel curled protectively around me. His breath gently stirred the tiny hairs on my skin, making me shiver. I cuddled closer into him and tilted my head up, kissing him on the underside of his jaw, enjoying the way his stubble scraped against my lips.
The dark cloud that had descended upon me the day before when I had learned the news about Mike was still there, but there was a sharper edge to it now. The vision Yahweh sent me in my dreams had been meant to terrorize me. I knew it was a vision and not a nightmare. He’d been trying to scare me, and it had worked.
However, lying in the warm, safe cocoon of my demon lover’s arms, the cold sting of fear sharpened into something a little more deadly.
Anger.
I was angry, I realized with a start. Who the fuck was Yahweh to enter my subconscious like that? Who the fuck was He to threaten me? I glanced over at a sleeping Ramel; the gashes across his chest had scabbed over, but they were still red and irritated. They had disturbed the beauty of his tattoos, severing skulls and snakes with ugly, jagged lines. I gently traced one of the wounds with my finger, regret blooming in my core.
Ramel had asked me to put the blame on him, but with the shadow of Yahweh’s threat still haunting me, I couldn’t help but feel Ramel had been just as much of a victim as I had been.
I certainly had suffered more, but the way Ramel looked at me last night told me that what he said was true. He loved me, and Yahweh had intentionally pitted him against me with the sick goal of forcing him to be the one to hurt me.
I could tell Ramel regretted it. Despite the fact that he was a demon and tormenting humans was in his nature, I believed that there was a difference between tormenting me for pleasure and torturing me to the point of breaking.
Ramel would have never tried to break me if he had access to his memories. I think even without his memories, on some level, he had always just toed the line of completely destroying me. Sometimes, he crossed it, but whenever that happened, he always seemed to pull back. I remember how every time I tried to kill myself, he would stalk me openly and relentlessly for weeks after as if he wanted to make sure I didn’t try to do it again.
The amount of guilt he must be harboring right now; another hot lick of anger flickered in my chest.
Yahweh would pay for this.
