“Such a good girl,” he praises, and I nip at the tip of his finger as he pulls them from my mouth. Darkness dances in his eyes. His fingers return under my panties, and he slides them up and down my centre. He inserts a digit into my entrance and slowly curls it forward, making my pussy pulse and my back arch off the soft grass.
“Please, Loxen, more!” I beg, and he dips another finger inside of me, pumping them in and out of my needy cunt. I’m flying. Or at least, my heart seems to feel that way. Loxen swirls his thumb over my swollen nub, teasing me and building up a release I’m not sure I’ll ever recover from.
“I want to watch you come undone, Verena. I want to feel how your body trembles beneath my touch. I want to hear you call my name like I’m the only one who knows your soul. Now, tell me you’re mine.”
A wave of pleasure rolls through me, and I nod, biting my lip.
“Use your words, little crow.”
He leans forward and slows hismovements, just enough to send small bursts of ecstasy through me, but not enough to have me toppling over the edge.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he repeats against the shell of my ear, and his voice is my undoing.
“I’m yours, Lox. I’ve always been yours,” I whimper as my body quakes. An orgasm rips through my entire being with Loxen’s name a cry from my lips.
“Fucking beautiful,” he whispers, and kisses me.
Panting like a rabid animal, my hand strokes his hard length through his trousers, and a ferocious growl emanates from deep within his chest. I fumble with the button of his trousers, fighting to release him from the restraints of the fabric so that I can feel his manhood in my palm. He leans back on his knees, giving me room to sit up while he removes his trousers from his body, tossing them into the flower beds beside us. My eyes practically bulge from my head when I gaze upon the sheer size of this man’s thick length. Gauging by the size of his ego, I shouldn’t have been surprised by the massive size of Loxen Gray’s cock. His smirk returns, as if knowing the thoughts that run rampant through my mind. He strokes himself while on his knees, and the sight is sending me into fucking delirium.
“Remove your dress for me,” he demands, and I do. Pulling the dress over my head, I toss it to the side and wait for further instruction. Loxen swipes his tongue over his lips, and I find myself trying to keep my own drooling at bay.
“Peel off your undergarments—slowly and open yourself up to me. Let me look at you.”
Unhooking my bra, I let it fall forward, uncupping my breasts as they bounce free from their entrapment. My nipples are pebbled and ache for the touch of Loxen’s rough hands. Lox continues to stroke his cock while I undress, baring myself before him. I lie back and peel my panties from my legs, while I watch his eyes fall upon my glistening cunt.
I spread my legs wide and bring a hand to my pussy, swirling my fingers through my arousal.
“Do you want to taste me, Lox?”
“Fuck,” is his only response as he leans forward, wrapping my legs around his shoulders and feasts on me like he’s a starved man and I’m the most delicious meal he’s ever eaten.
“Oh, God,” I whimper. Loxen slaps my pussy, and I yelp at the unexpected pleasure.
“Scream my name, Verena. There are no gods here.” Another flick of his tongue has my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
“Loxen!” I shout, propping myself up on my elbows to get a good look at him, “Please,” I beg, “I need to feel you inside me.”
Loxen stops his indulgence and hovers over my body. I’m completely breathless.
“Lay back, little crow, and let me fill you with a love so bewitching, you’ll never forget who your heart belongs to.”
I obey, not wanting to waste another second without knowing what it feels like with him inside me. He slides the tip of his cock against my entrance, working his length up and down, drenching himself in my wetness.
Bucking my hips forward, Loxen laughs at my enthusiasm and continues to tease me before sliding himself inside of me fully in one slow thrust. I gasp at the sudden fullness and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his body flush against my own, needing to be one with him entirely. He kisses me in the arch of my neck, nibbling and swirling his tongue in a way that has me drowning in desire. He moves inside of me in slow, long strokes, our bodies colliding, over and over again, eternally connecting us through this life and the next.
I love him,I think to myself and grip onto him with all of my might. My hands find Loxen’s face, and we stare into each other’s eyes for a long moment. His thrusts become deeper and faster while our breathing becomes laboured, the hard truth ofthis temporary moment of bliss dawning on both of us as we cling to one another, unwilling to let go.
“Keep me, Lox, please keep me,” I plead, a tear slipping from the corner of my eye. He pushes deeper and captures my lips between his, solidifying our love, no matter what is to come next.
“I’ll never let you go, little crow.” A promise I know he’ll forever keep. We come together, an explosion of euphoria, filtering through the bounds of time and space. Nothing will ever feel better than the here and now, and that truth leaves a hole within me so deep I’m not sure how I’ll ever go on.
THIRTY-FOUR
MAUVE
Two days have passed since I heard the sound of her voice. Two days of sitting next to the hospital bed, wondering if I’ll ever get to see her smile again. She hasn’t woken up. The doctors tell me it’s a waiting game and that fate is in God’s hands now. What the fuck do they know about God?
Leaning forward, I tuck a loose strand of Verena’s long obsidian hair behind her ear. The hours that I’ve spent sitting in this spot, holding her hand and staring at her unmoving face for any kind of change is sad to say the least. She would tell me to go home, take a shower, and maybe gargle some mouthwash or something. But I can’t bear the thought of leaving her side.
