She slowly unwraps the towel from her decadent body before she lowers, pushing her beautiful ass in the air like a fucking taunt. My marks are scarred there, the new skin shining in the sunlight.
K + D
There’s a fucked up part of me that wants to put the same marks on her face so everyone knows she belongs to me. Her tits softly bounce as she eagerly crawls. When she stops in front of me, I hold her jaw to keep her in place, staring into her eyes as I slap my dick against her cheek. “Beg for your husband’s cum, my little slut.”
“Fuc—”
I shove my dick into her mouth, cutting off her lies. She gags as I thrust up into her mouth, dragging her head down to meet me. I fuck her face without any comment or anger. It’s need. Need for her, need to be fucking human. Her mouth is warm and the sun is on my skin. Like she knows I need the warmth, she tugs on my shorts to press her hot palms to my thighs.
Choked gags mix with my moans as I watch her eyes fill with tears. Tears for me. My god is weeping for me, giving me the most sought-after thing she possesses—her raw emotions. Holding the sides of her head so my thumbs can feel those tears, I stand, pushing my dick further down her pretty little throat. I don’t look away from her as I spit down in a line. The desperate little slut seals her lips around me, trying to suck more of me down.
“Open.” I knock my knee against her shoulder. She glares at me, so I do it harder. “Open your fucking mouth.” As soon as her lips part, I add more spit as I gently thumb her tears off her cheekbones. “Good wife.”
She preens under the praise, lapping it up as she pushes her head forward to get more. There’s still a gap, something stopping me from being able to come. I have my wife on her knees, my dick in her warm and welcoming throat, but there’s this fuckingthingstopping me.
Pain.
I need it to be able to function.
I grab her hair in my fist as I take my knife from my pocket. Her jaw turns slack. My shirt parts along with my skin, the frayed edges turning red, and those little fucking crimson drops hit my dick, racing into her mouth.
That gap is bridged.
Using my hold on her hair, I drag her up and down my dick as I make another cut. Deeper this time, sending more of my blood dripping down to her waiting mouth.
Delilah fucking moans as her lips become stained.
“Fuck. Close,” I moan.
She lifts her hand to my forearm, squeezing more proof of life out of my arm as I slam into her mouth. My balls are aching for release, begging to be allowed a reprieve only she can provide as she holds my hand, bringing the knife to the inside of her bicep. The cut isn’t deep enough to drip but as soon as the first crimson bead escapes, I stumble back.
My cum hits her chin and I drop to the edge of the bed as I furiously tug, emptying every drop into the open can on the floor.
43
DELILAH
Kane comes for longer than I thought would be possible, so long I think he should be studied. When he has nothing else to give, he collapses on the bed with his dick still twitching. His breathing is harsh, almost pained as I quietly go back to the bathroom to clean the cum off my skin before I collect the first aid kit that’s becoming a token of whatever relationship we have. When I go back into the room, he’s already tucked himself away, so I sit beside him to clean his arm.
“Pretty girl?” he whispers, reaching for my hand. “Will you prom—give me your word you won’t do that to the walls again? Please?”
I nod so I don’t have to voice my lie. I don’t remember painting the wall. I remember my palm hurting when I woke up on the floor next to it, seeing the blood on my hands, but the process isn’t something I can recall.
“When are you leaving?” I roll his sleeve up to make sure none of the fibers of his shirt get stuck in the cuts on his forearm.
“Soon.”
Another nod. I can’t beg him to take me away from here or to stay with me when this was my plan. I felt strongly about it, confident it would be easy like an idiot.
Kane gently holds my wrist to tug me to lay beside him. His palm is warmer than it was during the night as he cups my cheek and softly says, “I’m not leavingyou. I’ll prove it. I’m going to leave a piece of myself here for you to see even when there aren’t any stars. But you have the biggest part of me in here.” He taps my chest. “Just because it can’t be seen doesn’t mean it isn’t there. Look after it for me, koukla mou.”
This is my Kane—the sweet, kind version. He would always touch me gently outside of fucking me. My Kane, who would never hurt me or lie to me.
“I really loved you,” I admit. “Even though I made mistakes, put my pride ahead of everything else I felt for you, I did love you. I was young, stupid, but I liked being a secret. It meant no one could take you away from me. You were mine, all those moments belonged to us. I really loved you and the only times in my life I was able to be myself were with you.”
“I really love you too.” He softly smiles, massaging my jaw. “Whenever we’d watch movies together, I’d be shitting myself because you were so close to me. I don’t think you even noticed touching my hand, but I didn’t move it the rest of the night.”
I shuffle closer to him as I block out everything else in the world to live in the comfort of our memories.
