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“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He almost screams, his movements growing uneven as I meet him thrust for thrust, my saliva dripping down his length before he slams it right back in.
“Elara baby, you’re killing me.”
“Mhmm.”
“I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight, you can never run off to hide in that bathroom.” He tells me and I feel thick ropes of cum coating the inside of my mouth, the familiar salty taste that’s entirely him making me moan.
His dick leaves my mouth with a pop and his cum leaks from the corner of my mouth, my tongue chasing it with desperate hunger as the dazed look in his eyes follows the movement, a satisfied smile marring his face as he smirks at me.
“You’re my damnation.”
He doesn’t know how true those words are.
My body moves on its own accord as I get up on wobbly legs and push him back. He falls on the bed and I throw my shorts and panties off my body in one swift motion.
“Fuck me, Sergei. Fuck me so hard I remember nothing but you.” And I straddle his legs between mine and slam my body down on his as his cock slips easily in my wet entrance.
“What’s gotten into you woman?” He chuckles, his hands on my hips as he flips us, towering over me and adjusts my legs around his waist before thumping back in.
“You!!” I shriek as his dick massages a spot so deep in me, my eyes roll to the back of my head.
He chuckles lightly. “Yes. Your fucking God, Elara.”
“Kiss me, kiss me.” I plead, my hands extending forward as he falls on top of me, his delicious weight pressing me into the mattress as his tongue licks every corner of my mouth.
“Oh, sweet mother of God, Sergei.” I mewl with every thrust that makes my spine tingle.
My throbbing pussy accommodating to his size as he fucks me into the oblivion.
My hands trail down the middle of his chest, nails digging into his skin and I notice an angry red line forming with the scratch.
“I hope it scars.” I gasp, feeling his cock thickening inside me. “To serve as a reminder of how much I want you.”
I hope it scars so that you never forget me.
“A happy scar?” He whispers and I nod, tears pooling in my eyes.
“A happy scar.”
His lips never leave mine, my hands spread across his scarred back, touching all two twenty-nine of the scars, covered with images intertwining.
A profuse rope runs down the centre of his back, thick thorns twisting around it, wrapping him whole. At the top, a hand grips one end, blood slipping from its hold, catching on the thorns before trailing downward.
At the very bottom, a shadow of a small figure clings to the rope.
The blood that reaches it softens, altering, bleeding into red roses that bloom beneath its feet, cushioning the fall that never quite comes.
The whole piece is a riddle in itself—black and white dissolving into colour—and I trace it slowly, reverently, pouring as much love into my touch as the moment will allow.
My legs warp around his waist firmly as my orgasm shatters through, spreading from my spine and leaving me disoriented.
He keeps on hitting that one spot, adding friction and when he decides to slide out, I trap him.
“I need your cum.”
“Elara!” He warns in a daze, denying me lackadaisically but I only shake my head.
“I need you to come inside me.” I order brazenly and he remains quiet, only for a second before I feel his cum spreading like liquid lava inside me for the first time.
