“And then what?”
He stands.
Turns.
Breathes.
“I waited until lights-out. Followed him into the laundry chute. I had a scalpel. A plan.”
My skin crawls.
“But?”
“He wasn’t there,” Damien says darkly. “Not the one who smiled. Just the boy again. Blank. Empty. Hollow.”
He turns to face me.
“I don’t think he’s real in one body,” Damien says. “I think River splits. Hides pieces of himself in the places you least expect.”
My blood runs cold.
“Like a ghost.”
“Like a virus.”
I stare at him, heart pounding.
“And now?”
He tilts his head.
“Now he’s back,” Damien says. “And you need to remember what he made you forget—before he takes that choice away again.”
His fingers tease my face, gently and I almost break at the soft way he handles me. “Tonight, I don’t want to own you, Raven. I want to love you.” The tears well up and I sob as I feel his lips kiss away the falling tears.
His fingers slide gently down my neck and I feel the tingles rise through my body, small moans slip from lips at the slight touch.
“Damien.” I breathe as his fingers slowly trail down my body. “God, it feels so good "
“Lay back, baby, I am going to make you feel so good.” He whispers against my skin as his hands rap around my thighs gently spreading them wide. “I know, all our memories are fractured but at least this one is real.”
“Damien—I?—”
Shhh baby, don’t think, just feel.”
I lay back and his hands wrap around my wrists dragging my arms above my head, he presses his body against mine. “Open up for me, baby.”
I spread my legs wider feeling him spread me with the head of his swollen cock, the pressure hits me in waves. “Oh god.” I gasp.
“Don’t cum yet, I have barely touched you.” He growls. Fuck, you’re always so fucking wet for me.”
He grips my wrists harder until I can barely feeling anything other than the hard pressure of his fingers against my wrist, I feel him slide his hard cock inside of me inch by agonising fucking inch, the gasps tear from my throat. I feel so fucking fuck, I can barely move.
“You take me so well, baby.” He rasps. “You’re fucking gripping me so tight.” His head dips taking my nipple into his hot wet mouth, scraping his teeth along the bud and teasing me with his tongue.
“Fuck, Damien.” I cry out. His tongue twirls around my nipple and I feel him slowly thrusting, my pussy grips him with every slight movement, he slides one hand down the left of my body sliding his hand down thigh and wrapping my leg around his waist. “Fuck.” I cry out.
“That’s right baby, I want you to feel all of me.” I shake my head the pressure too fucking much. “God, baby, your pussy was fucking made for my cock. You were made for my cock.” I start rocking against him, desperate to feel more of him as the tingles of pleasure shoot through my body. “Fuck, baby, fuck yourself on my cock.”
