It takes monumental effort to force my thoughts away from what I’m sitting on and focus on the demon before me. How he managed tocrawl out of hell, I’ll never know, but if anyone belongs in this chamber, it’s him.
Dread steps back far enough to allow me to kick the clothing off before returning to stand between my spread legs. Exhaling an uneven breath, I lean back on my elbows, the rough brick digging into my skin uncomfortably.
I don’t need to see the hard outline protruding from his joggers to know what he’s feeling. The slow swipe of his tongue across his bottom lip and his hungry eyes eating up the expanse of my naked flesh speak for him.
My blood heats, and a sharp throb pulses in my clit, as if my body crows for his attention. It remembers his touch well, and it’s undeniable how easily he makes me feel good.
His gaze slowly rises, and it sends a jolt of electricity straight into my heart the moment it connects with mine.
“Fuck me, Kellan.” Desire coats my words as thick as it coats the inside of my thighs. His nostrils flare, the silver hoop in his nose glinting in the light, and his hand flexes. “If you want me to think of only you, then give me a reason to scream your name.”
He growls before his palms fly to my hips, roughly tugging me closer to the edge of the chamber, directly against the hard length of his cock, my elbows scraping painfully against the brick. I gasp from both the suddenness and the burning in my elbows, but I’m easily distracted when he rolls his hips against mine. He presses directly into my clit, earning him a raspy moan.
He releases me long enough to quickly pull his hoodie over his head, revealing a masterpiece composed of muscle and inked flesh. Then, he’s squeezing my hips again, though this time, it’s me who grinds against him.
His upper lip curls with pleasure before he’s clamping his teeth into his bottom lip. He drops his gaze to my center and groans deep in his chest. The veins snaking from his neck, down his arms, to his massive hands swelling beneath his skin as he grips me harder, harshly tugging me against him, as if to fuse us together.
It’s effortless how sexy he is, and if I wasn’t already wet before, my pussy is fucking drenched now.
“Do you think this pretty little cunt is going to be enough?” he questions. “What makes you think it’s not like any other pussy I’ve had?”
I try to ignore the twinge of hurt in my chest or the taste of ash on my tongue, as if I licked the brick beneath me. He wants to tear me down—to make my confidence falter. But if Dread didn’t consider sex with me different, I’d already be a pile of ash. He’s not trying to convincemeI’m just like any other girl, but himself.
“Because it’s the only pussy you can’t stay away from,” I say boldly.
His jaw tics, confirmation despite keeping his teeth stubbornly glued together.
I arch my spine as he peers at me intently from beneath long, black lashes, thick brows, and those stubborn pieces of hair that always fall forward. It’s a terrifying sight, but also a breathtaking one.
Slowly, I trail my fingers over the planes of my stomach and up to my bare breasts, pointedly ignoring the fine layer of dust coating my hands. I refuse to touch anywhere sensitive, but I can handle ten minutes with the ash on my skin.
“I can’t make you come if you’re not inside me,” I push, just wanting the timer to start so this can be done with. I’m turned on, nervous, and irritated all at once, but even more, I want out of this fucking oven.
One side of his lips curls, the grin almost condescending as he shoves down his joggers and reveals his cock. His size deepens my anxiety, and I pray he doesn’t rip something. There aren’t enough minutes for him to take his time stretching me.
He clicks the red button on his phone, officially starting the countdown. My heart dips, and I have just enough time to inhale before he’s shoving inside me.
I’m plenty soaked, but the intrusion still burns. A strangled noise from my throat mingles with his moan. Pinching my eyes shut, I inhale deeply through my nose, only for him to withdraw and sink inside me deeper, taking my breath away.
Truthfully, when I was convinced Dread and I would never fuck again, a tiny part of me was relieved I wouldn't have to deal with the initial discomfort of him stretching me again. As much of a masochist as I seem to be, this is the type of pain I could live without.
He continues to work himself in, little by little, while I pant heavily, each short breath accompanied by an equally short, rough thrust until he buries every inch inside me.
Normally, I’d want a few seconds to adjust, but the descending numbers blare bright red in the back of my mind, urging me to just getthrough it.
Swallowing down my discomfort, I cup both breasts in my hands, squeezing them firmly as I bow my spine with a low moan. Streaks of dark gray ash mark my skin, and I wrestle with my brain to just ignore it for now. If I spend too much time fixated on how I’m dirtying myself with human remains, I’ll end up spending the entire night with them.
Dread offers a gracious half second before he’s retreating and slamming back inside me, pulling a sharp whimper from my throat. The brick scrapes against my back, but the little pricks of pain travel straight to my core.
He sets an even, steady pace, chasing away the discomfort and coaxing out the pleasure in its place with ease.
“Fuck, Kellan, that feels so good,” I whimper, my lashes fluttering as my chin tips back.
I grapple with the decision to just let him fuck me like normal or attempt to speed up the process and find something different to say. If I don’t, I risk him holding out for longer than ten minutes, but if it sounds fake or overdramatic, I risk turning him off completely.
One idea comes to mind—one confession. Even the thought of sharing it agitates the butterflies in my stomach, but Dread is fucking stubborn and will do whatever he needs to win. I quickly lick my lips, hesitating to let the words rise on my tongue.
I glance at the timer on his phone and see a minute and a half has already passed, my heart surging with adrenaline.
