Anger flashes in my eyes as I let myself be consumed with that thought again, the rage so strong, I’m on the brink of committing murder. But then I feel it. The slight shift in her breathing, so anxious to have me, even if it betrays everything she believes in. It takes great strength to be so determined to kill a man like me. Yet it seems it takes even greater strength to resist me.
I’m not declaring a night of peace between us. I’m just not declaring war tonight. Except for the war that’s already going on inside of me.
I want to be able to stop myself. To stop this madness from taking control, and the feelings that don’t align with my thoughts. I just can’t. I’m weak in front of her. Weak as I feel her tight pussy swallowing my fingers. Like it’s the only reason she even exists anymore.
She’s here as a product of the temporary insanity that’s taking control of me. Or maybe as a product of my deepest desires. All I know is there’s nothing I want more right now than to feel her rocking against me.
As if she’s listening to my thoughts, she does. Her hips slowly come to life, grinding around my fingers. I’m still trying to hold myself back, trying to stop myself from losing a part of me I never knew I had to share. That makes my movements insufficient for her hungry pussy. The slower I move, the faster her hips chase my digits.
Still, I can’t help but notice the pain streaking across her face. Her nose flinches, lips curve every time she forgets and puts her leg down harder than she’s supposed to. Like a reminder, that everything has a price. Hate, love, possession... you have to pay for all in the end.
It's just that sometimes it’s worth paying that price. I drive my fingers deeper, letting her heat wrap around my skin, feeling her this close, like I’ve dreamt of for weeks. I’m still fighting with myself to stop, though deep down, I know I have no real chance of winning. It’s only prolonging the agony, and I just decided I’ve suffered enough. It’s time to reclaim the only part of my life I still have control of. That’s taking and giving pleasure.
I let her down slowly, just enough so her wound won’t reopen from the effort of standing, but enough to still keep her on the edge.
With every movement of my hand, I’m drawn deeper in this, watching the same fight reflecting in her eyes as her body betrays whatever thoughts are running through her mind.
I don’t stop. I take and take, everything—every single breath, every bit back moan, every whimper she’s fighting so hard to hide.
The room fills with the sound of my palm slapping against her wet cunt. So primal, so conflicting, so out of line that it’s perfect. Her wide eyes slowly close as the pleasure sinks in, my fingers still larger than usual, forcing an orgasm out of her with every thrust. She doesn’t wait to deliver. Her curled lips part into aperfectoh. Her fingers digging into my chest, as she loses herself to the sensations ripping through her.
Barely standing, barely even holding on to life, I feel her weight shifting against my hand like I’m gonna ruin her if I keep her here any longer. Only I’m not done with her. Maybe ruining her is exactly what I’m planning to do.
Her hand moves to my pants, hoping to give me the same release, probably even hoping I’d back down.
I’ll get my release tonight. I don’t doubt that even for a second. Just not yet.
Catching her wrist, I spin her dragging her hands behind her back,her face pressed on the brick wall now as her spread thighs brush against my cock.
A curse slips through my mind, but I’m doing my best to keep my pants on. I drive my fingers back inside her from the front, my thumb resting on her clit. She protests, with almost no real power as I enter her tight channel again, my fingers grinding against her walls, stronger, meticulously, with a precision that will leave her shaking again and again and a-fucking-gain.
“Ares,” she murmurs, pleading for something. That something isn’tstop. She’s pleading for me to ruin her, to do whatever the fuck I want before the spell breaks and we become enemies again.
“Louder. I want to hear you beg for me, Little Curse.” I whisper, fisting her hair as I press her head against the wall, her eyes closing in surrender. But she doesn’t answer, like she’s holding onto the last scraps of dignity, or maybe pride.
I can’t have that. I’ll make her answer, make her beg, make her plead.
My thumb circles her swollen clit, fingers curving inside until they find the spot that makes her knees buckle. She hisses, half from the pain of standing, half from the pleasure, grinding her teeth to resist another orgasm.
That’s not my purpose. I don’t want her to resist me. I want her to fucking break by my hands.
“Still no answer…” I grunt, letting go of her hair and moving my hand to cup her breasts, while my nose buries into the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. “We’ll go straight to screaming then,” I whisper, not a threat, but the reality of what’s to come.
I start moving my hand faster and faster inside her while my teeth sink in her neck stopping just shy of breaking skin.
I roll her pink nipple between my fingers.I’m not gentle. She’s not the kind to go for gentle. Besides, I just promised her she will scream. Her body tightens, wrapping around my fingers like her sole aim is to break them.
Even if she doesn’t realize it yet, I’m fully supporting her full weight, her body light as a feather in my arms. Her palms grab the wall like she’s trying to hold onto something. As another orgasm rips through her.
“Ares,” she mutters, the sound more a warning than a plea.
That doesn’t cut it for me. So, I go on until her breath becomes chaotic, her hands abandon the wall, and her fingernails sink into my arms. The pain so sweet that I can barely keep my own needs at bay. Her moans build in a crescendo, one after another, as wave after wave tears her apart.
Just when she probably thinks she can’t take any more, I withdraw my fingers and slap her tight cunt.
She freezes, as if everything stops around her, but my hand rushes to ease the pain and turn it into something completely different.
Just as soon as she finds comfort, I do it again, a huff of exasperation, abandoning her lips.
