Kane marks me as his while the bed post creaks from the force of him fucking me. The pain heightens my pleasure. He knows it too, as he gives me more. He bites a path down to my chest, takes my nipple between his teeth, tugging before soothing the sting with his tongue while he alternates between slapping the other side of my chest.
I tighten my knees against his ribs when he continues moving further down, but he sharply bites my sternum. “A greedy whore is worse than a desperate one.”
I immediately whimper at the loss as he pulls out, cold air rushing between the newly formed gap between our bodies. One eye is visible from the moonlight, the pale green nearly glowing, while the other is hidden in the shadows. For the first time, he looks dangerous.
As Ghost, I was afraid of someone I didn’t know.
As Asher, I was afraid of someone I thought I knew.
Now, as Kane, I’m terrified of who I’ve lost.
I run my fingers through his hair as tears burn my eyes, and whisper to the boy who no longer exists, “I love you.”
The man he’s become smiles like it’s directed at him. “I have always loved you.” He places my thigh over his shoulder. “Even when I hated you, I never stopped loving my pretty girl. Now you’re my pretty wife.” He runs the flat of his tongue up my inner thigh, biting down, leaving his teeth imprinted in my flesh. “My broken sanity.” He does the same to the other thigh. “My godly humanity.”
This is real.
My mind only makes up painful illusions. I smooth my hands to the back of his head, holding onto reality with both hands as I pull his face between my thighs. There’s no teasing as he eats at me like he’s possessed, moaning, eager to get deeper inside me with his tongue.
His hands slowly warm up against my thighs, but it’s his eyes—full of life—captivating me. The longer he remains between my thighs, the more light enters them. He’s no less violent he pushes his palms against the inside of my thighs, forcing them flat against the sheets.
“Baptize me,” he groans. “Cover me in your warm cum.”
My moan lifts my chest as he pushes three fingers into me. The stretch is a tangible pain I choose, one he intensifies by lightly pulling my clit between his teeth.
“Kane,” I beg for more proof.
He pushes another finger into me as he bites up my body to take my nipple between his teeth. “Say my name again.”
“Kane.”
“That’s it, koukla mou. I pray to you; you give me life.”
I pull his hair as he fucks me harder. Pinching his fingers together, he fits all five digits into me. The widest point of his knuckles make me cry out. “I can’t.”
He abruptly sits up on his knees and grabs my throat with his free hand, his fingers digging into the sides of my tensed neck, delivering more pain.
“Who the fuck are you?” he spits.
“I don’t know.” My tears blur his darkening features.
“Who. Are. You?” He pulses his hand on my throat in time with each gravelly word, but he doesn’t stop or allow me to answer as he twists his hand inside me, slowly pushing until his knuckles enter me. “My pretty girl,” he breathes, lowering to kiss my cheek, before moving to my other cheek. “My Delilah.” He softly kisses my chin. “My wife.” As he reverently moves up myface to kiss my forehead, he pushes his hand further into me. “My god.”
“I’m not.” My tears escape, showing I’m human, but Kane chases them like they’re gold as he softly kisses my cheek, capturing the drop on his lips.
“My pretty sad girl,” he coos. “All gods weep for those who go against them. Cry for me. Cry only for me.”
The permission is comforting. I don’t attempt to stop my tears as he licks them from my cheeks while fucking me with his fist. Physical pleasure and emotional pain mix together forming a cathartic expulsion of all the frustration, anger, and hurt I’ve been carrying. I cup Kane’s face in both hands, stroking his cheeks with my thumbs. “You’re real.” I sound stronger even though he nods, brushing his nose against mine as he watches my tears slow.
“We’re real,” he whispers. “This right here between us is real, koukla mou. No one can take it away from us.” He gently brushes my hair away from my face. “We’re real.”
The tenderness in his voice isn’t replicated in his touch as he pushes his fist up, forcing my hips to follow as I suck in a sharp breath.
“Feel this?” he whispers. I nod. “It can never be fake. I’m the only one who owns this cunt. The only one who has the privilege of worshiping it, feeling how warm you are.”
My nails dig into his scalp, just behind his ears, as he roughly fucks me with his hand.
“I am the only one who will ever know how wide you’ll stretch to take everything I have to give you.” He slowly kisses me, swallowing down my moans with his smile pressed against my lips. Softly trailing his lips down, he nips my neck then groans, “My sins are the only ones you’ll cleanse.”
