She brings me right up to the point of orgasm and then she lifts her mouth off my clit and sinks her teeth into my thigh.
Her fingers drive in and out, in and out, and I scream in pain as her teeth sink into my flesh and an orgasm that makes my vision white-out rips through me.
I’m a mess.I flop onto my back, my body like jelly, and I’m grateful when Midnight climbs on top of me and sits on my face.
“Lick Daddy’s cunt like a good girl and maybe I’ll consider giving you another orgasm.”
I swipe my tongue over her pussy, she’s as drenched as I am.She bucks instantly and then pushes down on my face, suffocating me.
I lick and flick my tongue from her entrance to her clit, faster and slower.Moving my mouth around her pussy the way I know she likes it.
Her hips dig down harder, her nipples go tight.She rocks faster and I know she’s close.I reach up and pinch her nipple hard.
She hisses, but her back arches and she cries out as she comes.
When her breathing slows, she bends forward, locking eyes with me.“You’re going to pay for that.”
Oh, I do hope so.
20
Midnight
We fuck until our lips are swollen and our tongues sore.We fuck until moonlight turns to watery gold and the morning mist greets the dawn birds.We fuck until our throats ache from moans and our fingers cramp from thrusting.
Despite the anger, the resentment and the hurt, my arms find their way around her waist, and I tug her to me.
That’s where, satiated, we fall asleep.
A tangle of fingers and bodies and hot, sweaty limbs.It might just be the most peaceful sleep I’ve ever had.
Maybe it’s her magic feeling like its owner has returned.Maybe it’s the fact that I saved her.She’s alive and with me, and no matter how furious I am with her for what she did to me, I still want her.
I need her warm caress to wake me every morning for the rest of my life.
Her brilliant mind filled with intricate facts about contracts and demon lore or bloody moths.I want my life filled with her smile and her laugh, and more than anything, her love.
Which is why I dread what today will bring.It won’t be long before Ignatius realises we’re back and comes to collect his debt.
I’m exhausted this morning, wearier than I’ve ever felt.It’s more than just tiredness, it’s like I’m sick, only I don’t have a runny nose, I’m not coughing and I can’t identify a source, as such.But it’s there.
It must be guilt.
I bury my face in the pillow, furious for making the deal in the first place.Lucy’s dark locks are strewn over her shoulders and face.
So peaceful.
So beautiful.
So mine.
I roll closer, squeezing our bodies together, inhaling the scent of her and thanking the seven devils for a few more moments of blissful ignorance.
She’s the kind of warm filled with winter fires and cosy blankets, hot chocolate and mittens and lazy Sunday mornings.A warmth I want to drown in.
I watch her for a while and find myself smiling the entire time.I need to get a grip, it’s just that most people are ugly when they sleep.Mouths hanging loose like a drunk wraith, garbled snores like they’re trying to tear the Veil themselves.
Despite my glorious view, an ever-present weight sits at the back of my mind.A persistent drum beat reminder of the shitty fucking choices I’ve made.
