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“I was… supposed… to make you… pay,” I say, panting despite my best efforts to keep composure.
His smile is wicked. “Oh, yes. I feel so punished right now.” He leans down to suck one of my nipples in his mouth. Pleasure explodes from my chest, making me moan, as he rolls the peak between his teeth. “Absolute torture.”
I lace my fingers through his hair and pull him back. My hold would be enough to cause most people pain, but Tei looks like he’s enjoying it, tongue — back in its human form — darting out to lick his lips.
“How are you supposed to learn your lesson if I let you off the hook so easily?” I ask.
Tei keeps the pace slow, forcing me up high enough that he nearly slips out of me, then letting me slowly drop back down all the way. I gyrate my hips as much as his hold will let me, desperate to get his cock to scratch that delicious itch inside me.
“I learned everything I needed to,” he counters.
I do my best to give him a skeptical expression, but it turns into an open-lipped sigh when he strokes against my g-spot. “And what… what would that be?”
One of his hands leaves my ass to grip my neck, possessive but not nearly hard enough to hurt, and bends me until his lips can reach my ear. “You like to be dirty, don’t you? You like to be eaten and fucked like a slut.”
“No, I…” I don’t even know why I’m trying to deny it. It’s very obvious by the way my body is shuddering — by the Earth-shattering orgasm he drew out of me — that I’m into everything he’s doing to me. Maybe it’s because I know Àvia would disapprove. Mama too, probably.
Seeing spirits is bad enough. Speaking to them, much worse. But fucking a monster from the Beyond, a prince of the afterlife? Yeah, that’s way more than one step too far. It’s a whole ass mile.
And yet I can’t muster any shame or regret for what I’m doing. I’m done denying this flame licking at my soul. I’ve been scared of it all my life, taught to keep it buried down as far as possible or risk being swallowed by it. As far as I’m concerned, it can eat me whole. It feels a lot more like myself than the mask I’ve worn the past twenty-some years.
So I correct myself and say, “yes. I do like it.”
Tei groans. “You’re so perfect, Esme. My little gem.” He licks a line from my ear down my jawline, making me shiver. “I want to ruin you.”
“Do it,” I say. That causes him to pull back so he can stare at me. “Eat me. Fuck me. Ruin me. Let me burn down to ashes and rise back like a phoenix.”
He fists my hair, pulling my head back, and this time his hold borders pain. Yet, as I wince, my pussy clenches around him. He must feel it, because his chest shivers.
“You don’t know what you’re asking.”
I nod as much as his grip will let me. “I do. I’m tired of hiding behind a facade of normalcy. I want this. I want you.”
Tucking my toes underneath me, I take charge of our movements. Slow at first, the same torturing pace he’s been keeping, then faster, and faster. My thrusts are messy, shuddery, as I alternate between up-and-down and side-by-side, finding all the delicious spots inside me Tei can hit. Both of his hands settle around my waist, but he doesn’t use his hold to force my movements. He lets me lead, lets me chase my own pleasure.
My hands find his chest, fingers roaming over the round tattoos there — even through the pleasure, I register the jagged, raised edges of them, as if they’re more scars than actual tattoos.
“Look at you.” His voice is a barely contained growl. “So ready to use me.”
“Yes,” I moan.
“But you can do better, can’t you?” He grabs the hand I’ve laid on his shoulder and snakes it upward, until it circles his neck. “Punish me.”
I’m too lost in the pleasure to understand what he means; at least until his fingers squeeze over mine around his windpipe, and he groans. When he lets my hand go, I keep mine gripped around his neck.
“Harder,” he groans, his voice hoarse. “If you think you can hurt me… you can’t.”
Though the haze of fucking, the slight uncertainty in his tone registers only in a remote part of brain. After all, he can’t truly believe I’d be capable of harming him.
So I squeeze harder. And Tei moans.
His large hands find my waist again, and this time, he does move me to his liking, as if I’m nothing but a doll built for his pleasure. Not that I’m not getting my own, too, with the way he repeatedly hits against my g-spot, hard and fast, relentless. He may be the one getting choked, but right now, I’m the one feeling out of breath.
“That’s right,” he moans. “So good. So close.”
I tighten my grip on his neck as if it can tether me to this world as Tei forces our hips to crash harder, as pleasure builds and I stand on the precipice.
“I’m going to…”
