He stroked my hair gently, as if soothing a frightened child. “Scarlett, I’m not going anywhere. You can hold onto me as tightly as you need.”
I took a shuddering breath, the fear still lingering but now tempered by the solidity of his promise. With his words wrappedaround me like the chains around my heart, I closed my eyes, allowing myself to be lulled back into the rhythm.
So I did. I drew strength from his solid presence and the comfort found in our connection. I surrendered to the moment, working to drown out the unsettling whispers creeping back into my thoughts. Washing away those memories, I found refuge in his body, in the way he held me, in the rhythm we built together.
My nails dug into his skin as his hips slammed into mine, his cock owning every inch of me as he had promised earlier. With each thrust, I fought against the rising tide of doubt, pushing past the limits of what haunted me like uninvited ghosts. Instead, I focused on the warmth blooming within me as my body responded instinctively, a slow crescendo that mirrored the quake in my heart.
“That's it, baby,” he urged, his voice muffled as his breath quickened. “You’re doing fucking perfect.”
I bit my lip, trying to tether myself to the pleasure, overwhelmed and intoxicated by his support. Amid the chaos that always seemed just beyond my reach, the tether to Kellin felt like a lifeline, grounding me and urging me to endure the intensity of this connection.
As he pumped deeper, everything around was lost to a haze of endorphins and the sound of our rapid breaths mingling with the pulsing water. I could feel the tension building, pouring into me, igniting me from within.
With every thrust, every whisper of my name, I was reminded of the delicate balance in life’s chaos; that perhaps a connection with someone fierce and real could provide a space for healing. Maybe we could truly do this together—me and Kellin against the darkness, one step at a time.
"I want to see how you look covered in my cum," he growls over the water, wrapping his hand in my hair.
Pulling out of me just as I shuddered, finishing coming all over him, he shoved me to the shower floor onto my knees, cum dripping out of me. He grinned and pulled my hair as he smacked the tip of his pierced dick against my parted lips, and I opened my mouth so desperately, willing to take him inside.
As his cock brushed against my lips, the heat radiating from him felt electric, sparking something animalistic deep within me. I instinctively opened wider, longing to please him as much as he’d pleasured me moments before. The water continued to cascade over us like a comforting blanket, but in this moment, I felt the absolute contrast between the torrential flow and the heat of our bodies.
“Good fucking girl,” he praised, his voice low and gravelly, sending shivers of excitement down my spine. "So fucking good."
My heart raced at the thrill of his words, fueling an insatiable hunger I never knew I possessed. I imagined this was what it meant to be alive—this fire coursing through me, this raw need for connection. I leaned forward, taking the head of his cock into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the sensitive tip before I took him deeper—feeling the weight of him resting on the back of my throat. Kellin groaned, threading his fingers through my hair, guiding me with an assertive yet tender touch as he pushed my limits. The juxtaposition made me moan around him, the vibrations sending a delightful ripple through us both.
It was dizzying how quickly I became lost in this intertwined dance of dominance and submission. As I took him deeper, I felt his breath becoming ragged, each thrust igniting a deeper sense of urgency between us. I craved every second of this intimacy—a piece of me whispering that this was an escape, even if only temporarily.
“Just like that,” he encouraged, his voice breaking slightly as he shoved further inside, his hips snapping forward in an almost primal rhythm.
I pulled back slightly to catch my breath, my heart pounding as I gazed up at him, wild and fierce. His eyes bore into mine—the raw desire there fueled the fire already raging in my belly. His expression shifted, the way his brow furrowed and the muscles in his abdomen tightened revealing the intensity of his need for me, pushes me even closer to that precipice of desire. I leaned forward again, taking him deeper, my throat constricting around him beautifully as he groaned my name, sending a thrill of satisfaction coursing through me.
“I want to feel you swallow every last drop,” he growled, his voice seeping with raw power.
Suddenly, with one swift movement, he pulled me back up to my feet, turning me around until my back pressed against the cool tiles once more. He captured my mouth fiercely, our breaths mingling in a frenzy as his hands gripped my hips, urging me to buckle against him.
“Are you ready?” he asked again, the question laced with something more vibrant—a promise and a challenge.
I nodded, feeling her pulse roaring in my ears, and without another word, he thrust into me once more. The pleasure was intoxicating, building rapidly as he devoured me whole, pillars of ecstasy punctuating every thrust, and his breath hot against my skin igniting a different kind of fire.
The world outside may have held its chaos, its mysteries, but in this moment, I was exactly where I wanted to be. My body sang to him as he pounded into me, in perfect rhythm—our breaths synchronizing, bodies melding into one another feverishly.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he murmured against my shoulder, and those words—so simple, yet profound—rekindled the flicker of hope I’d held onto.
I reached back, my fingers grasping at him, urging him closer as I begged for more, wanting to consume every part of this moment. That flicker ignited into a flame, a seductive promise that rose with each thrust, building towards a heady release. And with every collision, I felt the walls within me begin to break down, releasing emotions pent up and flooded with the intoxicating mixture of fear, pleasure, and strength, all swirling around Kellin’s relentless energy.
He pulled me back tighter against him, filling every gap, conquering every doubt, just as my own walls crumbled, allowing the passion to consume me. Kellin tilted my chin to face him, his eyes ablaze with intensity, and I could see the reflection of my own desperation mirrored back—a beautiful chaos that was ours.
“Fuck it,” he rasped, and with that, I went over the edge, a tidal wave crashing through me, my body shaking uncontrollably as I surrendered to the sweet release that obliterated all thoughts.
His voice, calling my name, reverberated through my soul, amplifying the wild chaos around us—meshing it perfectly with the elation radiating from my very core. As the aftershocks rippled through me, I felt him still pounding against me before he shoved me back down on my knees and came, spilling himself in my mouth and on my face and chest—a pulse of warmth that seeped into me like a promise. I looked up to face him, breathing hard, and in those murky depths of chaos and calm, I smiled, his cum dripping from the corners of my lips.
“I’m still here,” I whispered, recognizing the weight of the last remaining fears, the intangible shadows that lingered, but now I had allies—someone to make this battle bearable. The darkness wouldn’t fade away overnight, but I was not alone anymore.
Kellin took my face in his hands, his thumb brushing my bottom lip as he smiled back. “You’re the bravest person I know, Scarlett.”
His tone was genuine but the look in his eyes was cold, distant. And it was then that I realized I had been played. There was something being kept from me, and it made me question every single word Kellin said to me tonight.
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