I laugh into the soft flesh of her pussy, coating my face in her. She growls in return, thrusting her hips up into my face. I press down on her stomach with my other hand as the one inside her presses two fingers up against that tender spot that will make her body sing. My motions build into a rhythm, and her wetness grows underneath us. Her legs tremble, and I pump faster and faster until her whole body is shaking. I want her to give up the control she’s so furiously clinging to and rip off the mask she wears for everyone else.
“See how pretty your body sings for me?” My voice comes out thick and raspy. She’s so close now. I suck at her sensitive bundle of nerves again, flicking my tongue against her. “Fucking scream for me.”
Her restraint finally shatters, and she lets out a primitive scream. Her release pours down my arm, and I lap up each trailing drop. Nothing she gives me will go to waste. I pull my hand from her and trace my thumb across her bottom lip. It glistens with her nectar, and I push her lip back into her mouth so she can taste how fucking delicious she is. My lips brush against hers. “You scream so well for me.”
CHAPTER NINE
mattie
Wave after wave of aftershocks assault me until I submit, pulled under by them. My body shivers as a mist of pleasure consumes me. Sparks tingle across my skin, like tiny shocks of electricity, bringing me back to Earth. Each sensation summons another piece of my soul back into my body. The bed is wet beneath me, soaked in our mixed arousals. I turn to bury my face in his chest, inhaling his woodsy scent and sighing with content.
“Can you tell me your name?” I whisper. I need to know exactly who has unraveled me so completely. His arm curls around me, drawing me closer without straining my body against the ties around each wrist. His fingers delicately trace the curve of my waist, but he stays silent for an unusually long amount of time. If I wasn’t a puddle of cum and bliss right now, my anxiety would take over.
“You’d have to make me a promise,” he says finally. His body stirs beneath mine. “Names have power, Mattie. I could undo you just by knowing your name.”
“Well, then, we’d be even. Tally gave you my name. I didn’t willingly tell you.” An edge of annoyance laces my voice. “It’s far more dangerous for you to know my name, since you also know about…my secret pastime.”
“Is that what we’re calling murder now, little bug? A pastime?” He laughs, and his rumbling chest vibrates against my cheek. “You think I’ll go to the authorities?”
I freeze. That’s exactly what I’m afraid of. He knows my name, knows where I live. Yet, I don’t know a single fucking thing about him other than the gravitational pull he has over my body. “Yes.”
“I’m far more dangerous than those who enforce human laws. You should be worried about how I’ll use your name for my benefit.” He moves from below to straddle me, my hips between his thighs.
What the hell does that mean? His benefit. Maybe he’s an identity thief. The joke would be on him. I don’t have an identity to steal. “Who are you?”
“You should ask what I am instead. What am I?” Then, he goes silent again, and my confusion blossoms into panic. He’s been so cryptic since he first waltzed in to the roadhouse and I took him home. I took him back to the safe little nest I built for myself without knowing a single thing about him.
“What are you?” I shiver as the words leave my mouth. I wriggle my wrists against the ropes as my fight-or-flight kicks in, but the sting against my skin causes me to abandon the attempt.
“I’m everywhere and nowhere. Everything and nothing all at once. I’m the ‘hey’ you hear in the woods that sends fear racing through your blood. I’m the pair of eyes you see when you gaze out beyond the trees. The figure in the branches when you look up.”
I want to laugh because of how ridiculous it all sounds, but the primal part of my brain that keeps me alive knows he’s serious. The tone of his voice leaves no hint of a prank. I might not understand exactly what he is, but I know he’s dangerous.
“Knowing my name means you’d be able to summon me, bid me to do terrible things,” he continues as he raises an eyebrow and desire briefly lights up his eyes. “Or pleasurable ones.”
My blood chills, but my cheeks fill with heat. “So you’re a demon.”
“Some religions would call me that, yes. But no, I’m bound to no human concept of a god or devil. I’m much older than any of that.” He tilts his head, waiting for the words to sink in.
I struggle to grasp a single coherent thought. The man beside me feels real. He certainly fucks me like he’s real. But the words he’s saying don’t fit together in the image I’ve built of him inside my mind. I grew up with stories of the horrors that lurk out in Hellsmouth. I had always assumed they were just that: stories. Tales to keep me from straying too far away from our cabin. Tales to keep me from getting too close to people who might warp the way my parents wanted me to view the world.
“You’re fucking with me, right?” I say nervously. I try to push myself further away from him so I can get a better read on his facial expressions. His legs squeeze in tighter against me.
“You’re lying in a puddle of your release to prove it, darling. But if you mean, am I lying to you about my true nature? I’m afraid not.”
“I’m sorry. My brain is struggling to catch up because you look very human to me.” I open one hand and make a small motion towards the beautiful, defined body before me.
“Of course I do. I’d have a hard time getting near your kind if I didn’t,” he laughs darkly.
A façade, his appearance curated to appeal to my senses, to allow him to get close enough that it will be too late once I suspect something is off. The worst part is, it fucking worked. I fell for it. I fell for him.
“So everything about you, everything I see right now, is fake. A cleverly crafted illusion?” I can’t hide the anger rising in my voice.
“I could say the same about you, Mattie darling. Do you not do exactly what you’re accusing me of? Create a palatable persona to have the world accept you, knowing that they’d never take you as you are?” He grins, knowing he has my number.
The vulnerable truth of it makes me feel even more naked than I already am. He’s right and it stings, like his words slapped against my cheek. I look down and let out a disgruntled sigh. He sits next to me on the bed. There’s a gentleness in the action I’m not expecting.
“I have to leave you now.” His voice is low and sad. The unexpected words pull at my heartstrings. He’s leaving me. The bottom of my stomach falls out like I’ve missed the last step going downstairs. My vision blurs around the edges, tunneling in, panic threatening to overtake me.
