She destroyed us, and now she’s returned, taunting me with remnants of everything she left behind.
“You know what your touch reminds me of?” I slide my hand up her stomach, closing it around her throat, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp. “Pain.”
I finally drop my hips to meet hers, feeling the slick slide of her arousal as my cock nestles itself between the lips of her pussy. I don’t allow myself to sink inside her, though.
“You once said you loved the pain I cause,” she chokes out, voice vibrating against my palm.
“I do.” I smile, thrusting so that the head of my cock flicks against her clit. She gasps, hands latching onto my forearm as her eyes roll back. “And I sure as fuck am going to enjoy punishing you too.”
“Are you going to fuck me now?”
“No.” I huff a rough laugh, and her brow furrows. “I’m not stupid enough to sell my soul to the devil. I’m not going to fuck you, Elena.” I pump again, still refusing to notch myself inside her, but allowing my cock to move between her slit, adding pressure to her clit and coating myself in her wetness. “But I’ll still make you cry my name.”
“God,” she groans, throat tightening in my grip.
“God’s not here, Little Vice. You pray to me now.”
I move my cock between her thighs, pulsating at the feel of her slick skin, her pussy lips wrapped around me. Her tits bounce with each thrust, the jewelry through her nipples glinting in the moonlight. I’m going to fucking come like this. I don’t even need to be inside her. I don’t need her mouth or her hand. Just her flesh grazing mine is enough to send me over the edge.
One of my bars notches against her clit, and she inhales swiftly, eyes blowing wide. “Fuck,” she cries. “Are you pierced?”
I nod, panting through clenched teeth as I fight back the urge to well and truly fuck her. My self-control is hanging by a thread, and I deserve a goddamn medal for the restraint I’m expressing in this moment.
“How…many?”
“Why don’t you count for me?” I slow my movements, dragging the first bar of my ladder against her clit. “Out loud, Elena.”
Her legs tremble at my waist, and I know that she’s tightening around nothing—so fucking desperate to have me inside her. “One?”
I nod, inching my hips forward.
“Two,” she gasps.
“Good.” I thrust once more. “Almost there.”
Her eyes roll back, nails digging into my back. “Three.”
I nod again, moving faster but keeping my base firmly placed over her clit so she can feel them with each thrust. I know it’s heightening the sensation for her; I can see it in the way she quivers uncontrollably. She’s fighting to hold it back, but she’s on the brink of losing herself.
“Ask me when, Elena. Ask me why.” The words are hardly audible through my clenched teeth, as I hold on to mycomposure, hot need barreling down my spine and gathering at the base of it.
I drop to my elbow, bringing our faces closer together—close enough that my forehead rests against hers. Her eyes rage and glisten, near-black with lust, lids fluttering in a fight to stay open. She slips a full lip between her teeth, and I’m so entranced by her ethereal beauty that I damn near forget the question I was asking.
Damn near forget why I want to hate her so badly.
She’s the kind of allure, the kind of touch and warmth, that makes you want to fall in love instead. Let her demolish and destroy and obliterate you only so you can thank her when it’s done.
With her so fucking close—lips full, plush, and inviting—I’m pulsing, aching. But more than anything, I just want to kiss her. I want to remember the simplicity of her mouth and the ease of her lips against my own. The way Elena kisses me feels like wrongs being righted, like the world tilting on its axis in a way that makes the sun shine brighter. Like her lips could alter reality and unravel the fabric of the universe itself.
It’s been years since our last kiss, but I still feel it in my mouth and on my tongue—with every word I speak, every breath I take. It’s inescapable, it’s torturous, and I never want to let it go. Wrapped up in her body, feeling her writhe beneath me, whimpering my name—I want nothing more than to kiss her again. To be reminded of light after an eternity in darkness.
“When?” she asks, voice a timid whisper, breaking me from my enchantment. “When did you get your piercing?”
My eyes snap to hers, and I realize I’ve slowed my tempo, hardly moving my hips as my cock nestles between her slit. It’s throbbing, and I know all she’d have to do is clench her thighs to make me come, but I’ll be damned if I get off without her doing the same.
“January thirteenth.” I begin thrusting through her lips again. “Four years ago. That was the first one.” Her breath hitches as I knock one bar against her clit, sliding my hips upward so the next one brushes it too. “The second one I added exactly one year later.”
Her features twist in recognition, that realization warring with the pleasure I’m sending through her veins as I rub my bars against her.
