DELILAH
My dream of watching the sunset with Kane in the middle of a meadow is disturbed by my body slowly moving against the sheets. A cold breeze breaches the surface as I manage to half-open one eye to see a shadowed figure over me.
“I’m sorry, koukla mou. I didn’t mean to wake you,” Kane whispers, kissing the back of my head. “You’re just so warm.”
My head feels too heavy, but I still attempt to mumble, “Real? Here?”
He gently circles my wrist, lifting my hand to his wrist as he says, “I am the only fucking thing real to you.”
“Kane’s real.”
“That’s it, wife,” he groans, slamming his hips into me. My eyes snap open on a moan. “Say your husband’s name.” He flattens over me, giving me his body weight, then pushes his hand beneath my stomach as he buries his face in the crook of my neck, muffling his moans. “So fucking warm. Say my name, bring me to life.”
“Kane.” My voice is husky. Too husky. He’s here, hugging me to him as he pulls his palm flat against my lower stomach.
“Good girl.Mygood fucking girl.”
“Yours.” I smile. I’m his. I’m real. Kane’s real, so I’m his.
He pulls his hips back only to slam into me even harder as he repeats, “Yours. I am only yours; you’re only mine.”
All of my energy is used to clench around him, begging him to stay with me. He groans, biting into my cheek while he fucks me harder. My moans are framed by a smile because thisisreal.
“Hurt me,” I beg him, uncaring that I sound crazy. “Make sure I can’t forget.”
It snaps something inside of him and he pulls out, leaving me empty. The loss is only for a moment as he flips me onto my back, then pushes inside me, as eager as I am. Grabbing his shirt, I pull him to me, my knees hugging his ribs, our lips on each other. This is nearly everything I need.
Euphoria hits as soon as he bites into my bottom lip, tugging it away from my teeth. A low moan vibrates through my body when he doesn’t soothe the sting, allowing me the pain.
“My dirty little pain slut.” He lightly slaps my cheek.
Sleep is still clinging to me, so the dull sting feels sharp. His hands are colder than usual as he grabs my wrists in one hand, pinning them against the headboard as he roughly pulls my hoodie up. The cold air makes goosebumps dot my skin without the barrier, but he chases them away as he swipes his hand through the air, striking my hardening nipples.
“Cry for me,” he grits, pinching my nipple between his knuckles. “Let me see those pretty tears.” My back arches, attempting to run away from him as he tilts his hips. “Show me how needy my little whore is.”
“Fuck you!” I scream.
The silvery glow of the moon illuminates one side of his face as he grinds into me. “I was before you disturbed us. Did my desperate wife feel left out?” He wraps his fingers around my jaw, digging into the sides until he forces my mouth open. Withhis thumb pressed to one side of my jaw, he slaps his other fingers off my cheek, gritting, “Look at me.”
My eyes are half-lidded, but I quickly blink as he spits between my parted lips. He drops down so his lips are an inch away from mine to whisper, “I will never let you leave me. Even if it means killing us both. Do you understand me, koukla mou?”
Our crazy faces off against each other. Mine telling me this isn’t real rather than admitting his threat is endearing. No one has ever wanted to hurt meforme. But Kane’s crazy is wilder as his eyes flicker between mine.
“Tell me you understand or I’ll do it now. We’ll die like this.” He pushes his dick deeper into me. “With my dick buried inside you, my cum flooding your cunt.”
“I-I understand.”
“Clever girl,” he coos as his lips brush my cheek. He softly kisses each cheek, my forehead, then my chin. “My obedient wife, only for me.” He kisses a looped path across my jaw to reach my lips. The kiss is so soft, I almost forget he’s the same person who threatened to kill me.
His hands are gentler as he slowly cups my face. Each of his cold palms press against my cheeks, his thumbs slowly stroking against my cheekbones as his hips brutally slam into me.
“Kiss me,” I weakly beg.
“Always,” he breathes out before softly kissing me, evicting all of the heartache because like this—with him—there’s nothing else. The torment will be waiting for me alongside the confusion. All the hellish agony is lined up for the moment he leaves. Right now, I have peace as he smiles against me, softly stroking his tongue against mine while fucking me harder.
I claw at his back, pulling his shirt out of his slacks. As my hands trail up his spine, he massages down my neck to cup my tits.
He nods like I’m communicating with him, roughly pinching my nipples as I moan. My back arches, silently asking for more. My lips skim his cheek as my crown touches the pillow. He uses it as an invitation to bite into my neck. Sucking, pulling, biting even harder.
