I swallow, feeling sweat bead on my forehead and fire still coursing through me all the way to my core. The desire and need I feel for him is unreal. “I… I’m afraid of the darkness. Sometimes it feels like it’ll swallow me whole. Like I’ll lose myself completely once I give into it. But I do feel more alive when there’s darkness surrounding me. The light is too… blindingly real.” I shake my head and avert my gaze, not wanting to admit anymore truths.
His crooked smile has me biting my lip and forcing myself to fight the urge to pull him closer to bring his lips to mine. “Own the darkness within, and you no longer have to fear it. Own it. Claim it. Give yourself to it completely, and you will hold all the power instead. You have no reason to fear or run from that which you control,” he tells me, his eyebrows crinkling together and his hand wrapping around the back of my neck softly. “Sometimes running toward the thing that scares you the most is exactly how you take back your power.”
He’s right. I know he’s right, but I’ve never known how to take back control. To teach my mind it doesn’t have to fear an invisible force that wants to take over. As his words ring true and my mind grapples with the idea of what it all means, I relinquish all control. I have no reason to fight who I am or who I want to be, or what I want, for that matter. And right now, all I can think about is how badly I want him.
I look up at him under my lashes, forcing my eyes to stay locked on his. “I’m afraid of you. I’m afraid of what I feel whenever I’m with you. I want to run. My heart tells me to push you away so I never have to lose you.” I close my eyes, leaning my forehead against his.
He lifts his head and gazes down at me, his own eyes filled with a need that must mirror my own. “You are never going to lose me. I promise you that. You can run or hide or force yourself to not let me in, but I will always be here reminding you of the truth.” As he speaks, his voice is filled with darkness and unsettling promises. “The truth is, I’m the one who sets your soul on fire. The one who reminds you to breathe when the world is suffocating.” His finger traces a path from my breasts to my belly button.
“Promise me again. That I’ll never lose you.” My eyes are focused on his fingertips, still lingering below my belly button, just inches away from where I want them to be.
“Never. I promise I am yours.” He smiles as he notices my eyes focused on only his fingers. “And… I promise to fuck you until every last breath escapes you. Until your screaming ends because you no longer remember my name or even your own.” With a wicked grin he threatens, “I will make you beg over and over again, until your voice ceases to exist at all.” His eyes scan my chest, my erect nipples, and my trembling thighs. “I will take… everything, Nor.” His voice drips with a mix of confidence and greed. “And you will gladly give it to me. Do you understand?” With his final words I’m rendered speechless as I gasp for air, nodding my head in agreement.
He gently teases me with his fingertips, dragging them up and down my body until they become an irresistible distraction, tracing a path across my neck, my breasts, and down to my belly button. I crave so much more. I close my eyes, savoring the electrifying arousal that courses through every inch of my body. God, he’s sexy. He is going to ruin me and my entire existence one day, I can feel it. As he tugs at the fabric of my panties, the forceful snap back against my flesh pushes me over the edge, and I crack. Whatever ruin my relationship with Ere brings or whatever hell I might have to crawl through after because good things never come easy, it’ll be worth it.
I briefly open my eyes and the searing passion in his gaze is too much for me to handle. Gripping his face in my hands, I force our lips together. His soft lips and hot breath fuel an overwhelming desperation inside me. I will die here and now if I can’t have him. I fist his hair in my hands tightly, pulling him closer as I explore his mouth with my tongue. He kisses me softly at first, then it’s as if something snaps within him as well. His kiss turns needier and hungrier as he sucks my tongue into his mouth, drawing out a moan from deep within me.
Rolling on top of me, his body weight presses down against me as he firmly restrains my hands above my head with one hand, while the other violently rips my dress apart. With a flick of his wrist, he removes it entirely, nonchalantly tossing it onto the floor as if he didn’t shred it to pieces. His grin is predatory as he uses his teeth to remove my panties, tearing and biting at them without mercy. The bastard.
As he sinks his teeth into my neck and moves on to my breasts, shivers ripple across my skin. Our eyes meet, and a taunting smile creeps across his face right before he latches onto my nipple, eliciting a sharp cry and then a soft moan from me as pain slowly turns to pleasure. Moving on to the other nipple, his teeth clamp down harder this time. I scream, and a rush of hot air brushes against my skin as he laughs. I lift my head up off the bed to glare at him, but he places his massive hand on my face, forcefully pinning me back down. He applies just enough pressure to keep me immobile and avoiding eye contact.
With each bite, he smiles and laughs at my shocked cries and satisfied moans, and the twisted pleasure I derive from it only deepens. I know if he touches me at the exact spot I crave, I’d be drenched like I never have been before. With a firm grip, he bends my legs, pushing my knees against my chest and keeping them locked in place. With his hands distracted, I lift my head, catching sight of the fierce, animalistic look in his eyes as he observes me, and my heart stops.
He lowers his head down too slowly, a sexy grin playing on his lips as he drags his tongue across my skin, avoiding my clit with each tantalizing lick. My eyes are glued to him, and my breath comes out in uneven bursts. Watching him taste me is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. I lift my hips up toward him, impatiently urging him to lick the spot I’m desperate for him to.
“Ahh… ahh… ahh… stay still,” he commands, his tone leaving no room for disobedience.
It only makes me wetter. I cry out in frustration, my plea filled with an overwhelming need, but he remains stubborn and unwilling to give me what I crave. He licks every inch of me except for the spot where I ache for him the most. It’s absolute torture.
“Are you ready to beg? Hmmm?” His voice, deep and husky, fills the air as he playfully teases me with his tongue. “I want to hear you beg.” Another lick and then another. “Beg or I won’t do it,” he taunts, inflicting a stinging slap on each breast.
A cry of pain followed by a moan escapes my lips. I don’t know who I am anymore.
“Please,” I whisper, my voice full of desperation as I meet his gaze. “Please make me come. I can’t…” His tongue on my clit renders me speechless, thoughtless, and nameless.
He alternates between gentle circles and rough, demanding strokes as I moan his name uncontrollably. The perfection of pleasure he delivers is too much. I’m screaming now as I get closer to falling over the edge.
He was right. I’m screaming his name. The bastard was right about all of it.
“Beg for it,” he demands, his eyes locked on mine, daring me to submit. “Fucking beg…” he growls, and I can’t watch him any longer.
It’s too much and it’s too good, yet somehow, it’s not enough and I need more. “Please, Ere, please? I need you to make me come,” I cry out, my voice cracking and quivering, unrecognizable even to myself.
I’m questioning my own identity. Who the fuck am I and who the fuck is he? The only thing that’s clear is how much I ache for every part of him, desperately needing it all.
“Good girl,” he praises, his voice dripping with satisfaction as his thick fingers slip inside me.
With each thrust of his fingers, he brushes his thumb against my clit and my pleasure intensifies. I reach down to grip his hair, but he abruptly pushes my hand away. As he pinches my sensitive nipple, a jolt of pain sends me spiraling, making it difficult to see clearly. Each moan and cry of his name leaves my voice growing more ragged and fragmented, the ecstasy overwhelming me as I come undone on his mouth and fingers. The aftershocks of the orgasm leave me breathless, moans pouring from me in a continuous stream.
His eyes melt into mine as my body trembles with waves of pleasure, my moans slowly fading away. Standing before me, he undresses slowly, his gaze never leaving mine. His tongue glides across his lips as he advances toward me, his demeanor resembling a predator who’s ready to pounce.
Fuck. I’m done for.
“Roll over,” he orders, so I do.
I’m too slow. My body is too weak. He grips my hips tightly and maneuvers me himself, positioning my ass in the air before him. With one hand he firmly holds my face down, my cheek sinking into the plushness of the mattress. For a moment I don’t think I can take anymore, until my clit is in his mouth again and I whimper as I grind against his tongue, another orgasm building up inside me.
“Fuck. Just look at you,” he whispers, and I shiver as his warm breath grazes my skin. “What do you want now? Tell me…” he demands.
