“No, baby, it’s just me.” I pound into him over and over again, feeling his walls tighten with every thrust. I lay myself over his back again, angling my lips to hover right over his ear.
“Row,” he cries.
“Do you remember me now?” I ask him, reaching under his body to grip his dick. “Is your body reminding you of exactly who I am?”
He’s sobbing into the duvet; his lips parted as drool creates a discolored patch that only spreads the longer I fuck into him.
“Every time I slam into you, is your heart breaking just slightly? Have you missed me?Ugh, fuck, my sweet angel. You feelso good,” I groan.
“Yes,” Elijah gasps. “Yes, Row.”
“Yeah?” I push him further into the mattress, arching his ass higher into the air. I can feel it the moment I begin pounding into that spot inside of him. He screams. “You missed me so much? You remember me?”
“Uh-huh,” he sobs. “I do. So good, so fucking good.”
“Say it, Elijah. Call out to me. You know how.” I’m hoping he understands. I’m praying to any God who will listen, tohim—my little angel—to understand.
My grip on his dick tightens, and I jerk him faster and faster. He tenses beneath me.
“My flower, my little bluebird,” he whimpers. And then, so quietly, as if he’s terrified to say it, “Aaron.”
I come so hard my vision gives out.
I only know he’s followed me over the edge from how hard he clenches around my cock and the feeling of his hot come as it shoots over my fist.
Elijah is screaming at the top of his lungs, and something coppery and hot fills my mouth, as if I’ve bitten into the side of my cheek.
He said it. He called me Aaron. My limbs twitch as I’m sucked dry inside of him, and I can see nothing but black and sparks of light that look like beautiful little fireworks here to greet and awe me.
I feel far too good to be confused by the mix of sensations, and it’s only as my vision returns to me that I realize that coppery taste isn’t my own blood, but his.
My teeth are buried in the nape of his neck. His soft hair is tickling my forehead and nose as I bite into him, and streams of his blood are trickling over the sides of his throat.
“Rowan! Oh, oh my god! Keep—keep going,” he cries, and even as my dick begins to soften inside of him, I thrust relentlessly.
My teeth stay lodged in his skin, and his twitches and tenses beneath me. When I’m completely soft, I slip out of him, and he groans at the loss. Even then, I do not pull off of him.
“I… It hurts so good,” he whines. “Harder. Deeper. Rowan, do it harder.”
My teeth sink in further, so far that I’m scared any more will take a chunk of his skin. Elijah mewls softly, his dick twitching in my hold.
“Good… good boy,” he praises weakly. I moan into his skin, the taste of his blood flooding my mouth so perfectly that my dick reacts to the flavor. “So warm. Your come is so warm inside of me. I feel… I feel like yours.”
Elijah is rambling, completely delirious now.
Some primal part of me is screaming, it is vibrating under my skin at the almost admission to belonging to me.
I detach my teeth from his skin, which causes Elijah to whimper once more, and I lick at the endless stream of blood.
“Youaremine, angel. You always have been. That is why you’ve never been able to love anyone else,” I tell him.
He says nothing. Elijah crumbles to the bed once I let go of his softened dick, and I peer down at him—covered in blood and come as he pants.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Mhm,” he hums. And then he says, “Hold me.”
I crawl onto the bed, my head resting on the pillows as I grab him and drag him up and to my side. Elijah curls into me, his face finding its home against my neck.
