“Indebted, responsible.”Obsessed.
I know she feels it. She stares at me with an intoxicating mix of fear and desire.
I continue, “I know you have faced heartbreak on so many levels. Let me take that from you. Let me help you hurt less.”
A subtle smirk forms along her lips, her demeanor morphing in front of my eyes. Her desire is overpowering her fear. My words are igniting a flame I know she has buried deep.
“So, that’s it, huh? You think you and your magical, vibrating dick are all that is needed to heal me?”
Ha, she liked that improvement.
“What are you, God, thinking you can absolve me of all my sins and hurt, is that it?” she asks, trying to maintain her anger, when I can see her beginning to melt for me.
I click my tongue. She can’t help herself. Forever feisty and testing the boundaries, both hers and mine.
“God and I don’t belong in the same sentence together. My form of healing may hurt you,” I warn.
“I know,” she answers, surprisingly, before calming her breath, as if she is finally accepting her fate. “When I’m with you, you break apart everything I thought I knew. You numb my pain, eradicate my fears, and feed my soul something I never knew I needed. You make me feel—”
“Whole?” I interrupt her.
“No. Just less broken. Like my demons are allowed to dance freely,” she declares, with a wicked air that suits her more than she realizes.
“Is that what you want, Sienna, for your demons to dance freely?” I ask as I stand before her, wanting to peel back every layer of darkness within her that is begging to be unleashed.
“I want your demons to fuck my demons, so I can forget all the pain that has haunted me,” she once more declares as she surrenders her darkness to mine.
“Your wish is my command,mi reina.”
Little does she know that my demons will haunt her for the rest of her days.
Chapter41
Sienna
Stale cigarette smoke mixed with the distinct aroma of metallic death lingers on his skin as he ferociously grabs my face. The blood that stains his skin looks like ichor, glistening on his brawny, inked physique, intensifying my yearning for him. At first, the thought of him on me with death still damp on his skin seemed off-putting, but now, he could literally drown me in the distinct, crimson liquid and I wouldn’t put up a fight.
His tongue crashes into my ready mouth. With each kiss, I feel like my will to resist him is dwindling. The need I have for him is beyond anything I can comprehend. I suspend all inhibition when I am in his presence.
I release my tongue from his and gently bite his lower lip as I rest my hand on his growing bulge. He lets out a low moan that sends a longing throb down my center. I kiss him, then bite his lip again, slowly dragging it out just a bit before releasing it and making my way down his neck.
“Fuck,” he says, reveling in my kisses. It turns me on hearing his moans in response to my mouth. I continue to trail my kisses down his neck as he takes his hand, slipping it down my pants.
“Fuck, you are wet,” he says as he begins working two fingers in and out of me. “You like that,mi reina?” he asks as he brings his thumb up to my clit as he still works his fingers in me.
“Yes,” I moan, barely able to respond as he smirks, taking pleasure in working his hands faster through my slit.
“I want you to soak my fucking hand,” he says as he lays me on the cement. He cups his hand under my head, so it doesn’t hit the hard, cold floor. A simple gesture that makes me even wetter, knowing that my comfort and pleasure are a priority to him. He slides my pants off and spreads my legs wider, so he has better access to where I am dripping for him.
The way he works his thumb over my clit as he pleases me makes me go wild. I feel the beginning of my release build as he takes his other hand to the bottom of my shirt. Still working one hand inside me, he skillfully uses his other to take off my blouse, reducing me to just my black lace bra. He reaches his hand to the back clasps, and in one motion, undoes the back, releasing my aroused nipples to him.
Bringing his lips to my breast, he kisses the soft flesh before concentrating his tongue on the barbell that is pierced through my nipple. The flicks of his tongue matched with the quickened pace he is maintaining between my legs begins to take over my body, leaving me aching for release. His warm, wet tongue on my breast is enough to make me come right then. After a few more flicks of his tongue, he makes his way down to my center, which is wet and swollen for him.
“You are glistening,” he says as he teases me with the tip of his tongue.
“You’re teasing me,” I say with desperation in my voice.
He lifts his head, purposefully placing his face inches from my throbbing pussy, as he breathily says, “I’m not teasing, I’m just getting started. Now, be a good girl and shut that pretty mouth of yours so I can taste you.”
