“Hope. Because you’re the person everyone looks at when they need hope, and you’re always there, you’re a lifeboat to everyone who’s sinking. You saved lives, Love. One that I’m 100% sure. You saved mine. You’re the girl who made me feel something other than pain and revolt. You’remygirl,” I end and Love kisses me, gently. I don’t deepen, but at this point every touch of Love’s is an awakening to my cock. So when she hugs me I lie slightly sideways.
“I love you, Dom,” she whispers, the more she repeats those words the more I want to hear them.
“I love you too, ma Vie,” I say and Love climbs on top of me and rubs her hips against my hard cock, is she teasing me? I’m imagining it, right?
“We never got to finish our conversation this morning-,” she doesn’t need to say another word, I shift our position, and I slide my hands to the hem of her panties, her soaked panties. “Don’t comment, you sticking up for me is hot,” I start to feel myself harden more, and I drag her panties down. I roam my tongue around her thighs, all over her pussy feasting on her juices, I’d do this forever if I could. Actually I’ll do this forever, no one ever stopped me from getting what I want.
I slide my tongue across the outside of her lips, and hover around her clit feeling Love squirt on my face, I can feel my cock rock hard, and can almost sense the precum around it. I’ve never nearly came because someone squirted on me. Quite the opposite, I had to fake it or force it with others. Love is the exception, my exception.
I flicker my tongue over her clit circling it, her hands try to grasp me any piece of me they can get and that’s currently my hair. The more she pulls, the faster I go, the harder I get, until it almost hurts. I lower my head to her opening, and put my tongue just inside, I don’t have the courage or want to stop her from moaning. She almost cries out for me as I reach just inside and back out.
“Dom-”
“Yes?” I ask knowing I’m being a huge tease.
“Don’t smirk,” she laughs and I move up to her, kissingher, fighting her tongue for power, she always gives in, but she always gives a good fight. I make her taste herself, and take off my shorts. As I expected, I almost came on them, I bring my fingers back to her lips and make her taste me, she licks my fingers and I almost lose it. “Dominik, please,” Love whispers and when I direct my cock to her entry she moans.
“Please what?”
“Fuck me,” that’s music to my ears. My demons will feast tonight and it won’t be blood. It’s something much better, much more intense if that’s possible. And it is because I feel it as I slide inside her. The want turns into a wave of pleasure going through me every time I go in and out of her. I keep pounding ever so intensely, grabbing Love by her hips and thrusting her body against mine with every slide.
Her blue eyes are back to life, and I want to keep them that way. Her ecstatic face and her delicate moan ever so louder almost get me over the edge by themselves. “Harder,” she says but I don’t feel comfortable doing so, not with her.
“I’ll break you,” I inform and she whispers “Please do,” in my ear, I’m not responsible for my acts after that. I thrust furiously, almost animalistically inside Love. She’s almost screaming when I put my hand over her mouth, someone got home. I don’t know where I found the willpower not to hear her scream, scream my name. But I did, maybe the thought of her brother stopping us, and maybe forbidding us from being together as if he could.
I hold Love’s hips with my left hand, while covering hermouth with the other. “Your needy cunt is swallowing every inch of my dick so damn good,” I grunt out, trying to stay in control of the strength I inflict on her.
When she almost screams again I know she’s close, my precum fills her inside, and I almost give in to the fucking pleasure.
“Dom,” Love asks and I feel her pulsate around me, tighten, and I come with her, inside her, down her thighs, she wanted this, but I don’t feel well when I see her swollen and see small blood spots on the sheets. “I wanted it,” Love says cupping my face and rising it to hers so that she can kiss me, she switches our positions as I usually do, now she’s lying on top of me. Her angels crave my demons, and Satan himself can tell you that is dangerous. “I wanted the whole package remember?” she questions and I kiss her forehead and then the tip of her nose, end with a kiss and bite on her lips.
“I’m remembering,” I say and hug her close.
“What did I do to deserve you?” she asks and I actually chuckle.
“Something chaotically mean in a past life,” I say and she slaps me.
“Don’t talk like that,” she says and for some reason little dick thinks it’s time for a second round, it is not!
“Where are you going?” I ask when I see Love get up unevenly. I scoop her into my arms and look confused at her.
“We’re taking a bath,” fuck no. I need out of this situation.
“You’re sore-”
“I say a bath. Plus, I’m not sore here,” she says putting my right hand on her butt cheek.
“What did I do to deserve you?” I question, sincerely mesmerised, blood pumping so hard in my veins I fear I might have a heart attack if I don’t discharge this frenetic energy soon, so I move towards the bathroom door, Love’s lips curl.
“You saved me too, Dom. I was drowning my whole life, and for two and a half years I can finally breathe,” she doesn’t need to say anything else. I don’t need anything else. Or anyone. It’s her and I. Forever. It’s not a question. It’s not a promise. It’s an oath. It’s her and me until chaos does us apart. Which will be never. Because I dance past it and I’ll always take her with me.
Chapter 19
Love
Dominik held me the whole night, I only realised how hurt I actually was when I woke up in the morning, it hurt to sit straight. So when I walked out of the room silently and fully clothed, I try to walk as normally as I possibly can. But I feel mentally broken and physically sore. I hold my phone tight and peek into the living room.
“Good morning, Love,” Damian says reading a journal. Who reads journals these days?
