“Please, sir. I want it. Please fill me up with your big cock.” Her legs widen as if welcoming me home, and I sink further into her heat.
“Fuck. Your cunt’s everything I imagined it to be.” My body vibrates as I try to hold it together before I shoot my load, and my heart explodes with all the love I have for this woman. “You’re mine. And if I say you’re beautiful, you’d better believe it. You hear me?”
“Yes, sir.” She moves her hips, desperately rubbing her clit against my pelvis, but I keep my movements slow, aware of how good this is. And I’m hanging on by a thread here.
I groan with each rock of her hips. This was meant to be me taking charge, giving her the fantasy she craves, but it’s clear there’s only one person in charge here and it’s her. It’s always been her. I’ll worship the ground she walks on, but I won’t have her think poorly of herself.
With the light forgotten, she grinds her hips into me, chasing her orgasm. But I’m not giving in so easily. I need this to last.“That’s it, nightingale. Show me the fucking goddess that you are. Use my cock and get yourself off, just like that.”
Her body gyrates underneath me. The room echoes with the sound of clinking metal from her cuffs against the bars on her headboard and the sounds of our bodies sliding against each other, panting breaths, groans and her sweet little moans.
“Kiss me,” she says, her two front teeth bite into her lip.
No man could resist giving her what she wants. With all my training in the army and the training at the police academy, this woman has reduced me to an animal with one primal need. I swoop down, claiming her mouth as if my life depends on it. My only mission now is making her come before I blow my load. Just thinking of her coming on my cock has my balls tightening.
I move my hips in rhythm with hers, my tongue dives between her lips, fucking her mouth as I pound her pussy hard. Her tongue struggles to keep up with mine as I claim every corner of her mouth, then she finds her way past my lips, exploring with the tip of her tongue, gliding it along my top teeth.
Her breathing halts. She freezes beneath me.
Fuck.
I pull my head away to gaze at her startled face, but I’m unable to read her eyes with the blindfold still wrapped around her head. “What’s wrong, nightingale? Did you hurt your tongue on my teeth?”
“I—”
“Little birds shouldn’t play with their predators. These teeth can bite.” I lower my head and bite a chunk of her breast, then suck at the mark, realising I need to disguise the imprint my teeth leave. My imprint’s unique and while I love her having my marks, I can’t have her figuring out who I am.
“Kiss me again, sir,” her words are like whimpers, pleading with me to give her the attention she craves.
I crave it too. “I can’t resist this mouth.” Swooping down, I crash our lips together, taking control so she has no chance of licking at my teeth again. Instead, I dominate her tongue, tangling it with mine as I fuck her slow.
No woman ever felt so good and no woman has ever held my heart hostage like she does. She’s seeped into my bones like an addiction taking hold of my mind. Our souls tangled together. There’s no escaping her now. She’s a part of me as I am her.
I thrust inside her again, needing to come. Needing her to come first. Words of love linger on the tip of my tongue, but I spell them out instead as I caress her mouth.
The metal clinks against the headboard. Her back arches, pushing her breasts higher. “I’m—” she cries out as her walls clamp down around my cock and I release all my desire, like a volcano erupting, overflowing with love.
My muscles burn as she milks my cock. I pepper kisses all over her face, panting as I come down from the heat of the mountain.
Just like we’re all at the mercy of nature’s powers, my heart is at the mercy of her. As the molten in my veins cools, I realise our future is forever changed, like the lava on the landscape. I can’t live without her, yet she can’t live with me. Our relationship was doomed from the beginning, but new life can grow from the ashes. Our roots have entwined and not even nature can sever us now.
She belongs to me.
26
LILLY
“What are you so cheery about?” Fern says as she hands Mum a blanket in her Shackleton chair.
“Nothing.” I finish tidying Mum’s room, putting her favourite snacks in her cupboard.
“I know that look,” Mum says with a glint in her eye. She leans over her bed frame and whispers to Fern, “I think the nurse has a new beau.”
I spin around, away from Fern and Mum, my heart racing with excitement as my thoughts wander to my new beau. Not even Mum calling me the nurse can dampen my spirits today. My fingertips trace the bite beneath the fabric of my top and how it’s missing a section where his chipped tooth couldn’t imprint on my skin.
“I think you’re right,” Fern says. “Or maybe an old beau is back on the scene.”
I jerk my hand away from the soreness he left on my skin and crane my neck, heat prickling through my body, making me itch. Fern’s not wrong. But it’s not the man she’s thinking of. Turning around with a smile, I say, “Do you need anything else before your nap?”
