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“So many colors.” His words rattle deep in his throat as his mouth encloses my stony tip, driving me insane but not giving what I really want.
Release. Oblivion. Sweet shot of ecstasy.
Electricity rushes through me and every part of my body vibrates.
“Mark.” Breathless, I moan when his fingers curl inside of me. “I can’t . . .” I start to claw at his back from desperation.
It’s becoming too intense for me to handle the tornado he’s building.
“It’s only me who’s going to ever satisfy you, touch every secret part of you. Make you come undone and cradle you in my arms afterward.”
“Yes.” I moan as he wrecks me. “Please.”
Something dark floods his gaze at hearing my acceptance. With that deep and restless abyss looking at me, he asks, “What will you do, Cassandra, if you see the true me, the man who wants things from you as depraved as his degraded soul?” He stops, retreating his touch and leaving me incomplete.
He is wrong. He isn’t sick, degraded, or evil.
“I know what’s running through your head, Mark. You want to give me a man you think I’ll be capable of loving. I want the real you, the bad and good, dark and light, all of it. So, I could surrender all of me to you. No lies, no smoke screens, no shields, just us, vulnerable and exposed. That’s the only way I’m asking you to love me.”
He kneels on the bed in all his naked glory and pulls me to him. My fingers trace the road of scars marring his shoulders and chest until my hand rests on his heart, pulsing underneath my palm. Its ardent rhythm speeds up as if connecting us, two flawed equals. As if Mark is my perfect soul mate, and his flaws are familiar landmarks to me.
“You’re a beautiful melody I want to listen to every day, a perfect source of light I want to consume. I’ll ruin you, Lovebird. You’re perfect as you are.” He shuts his eyes and takes a shaky breath. “But that monster lives inside of me. I’ll never be able to purge him.”
22
Blind Love
~Mark~
That monster lives inside of me. I’ll never be able to purge him . . .
The things he made me do, the things he got me to be addicted to—they’re part of me now. Sometimes I’m afraid I’ll be just like him, feasting on innocence.
“You aren’t him, Mark. Your choices in life define you. So, who are you going to be? Monster or a warrior?” She challenges me as if knowing a long time ago I made my mind up about what kind of man I would be.
Fascinated, I watch her face glowing with desire and a body full of pale scars underneath me.
“Anything and everything you need me to be.”
She doesn’t understand I’m thirsty for someone to love me this much to weep rivers, when I’m just a whisper on the winds. I’ve never had this kind of love. Neither as a kid nor as an adult. And with her, I started to hope for everything. She fits in every crook and cranny of my broken soul, and I want to keep her. Her light, her fire, her pain, and her happiness.
“Then love me the way you desire, and I love you the way you need to be loved. Don’t hide from me and I won’t hide from you.” Those words falling from her swollen red lips are an aphrodisiac, coursing with a thousand volts through my veins. I’m afraid to trust her naivety, but I’m helpless not to.
“Even if I bound you.” Not breaking eye contact, I cup her full breast, molding it in my hand. “Even if I take your freedom away.” I suck her nipple until she gasps, arching her back and stroking her pussy. My cock pulse between us. “Even if I take you hard, deep and fast and won’t let you up for air until you reach the stars.” I rise to meet her dark with lust gaze.
Instead of being afraid, she arches her perfect eyebrow. Stubbornness shines in her dilated pupils like a gaping chasm for me to discover.
“Stop trying to frighten me, Mark. Show me instead.”
I can’t help it. I attack those plump lips, drinking her responses as our mouths stroke, taste, and explore. Cassandra’s body moves in sync, creating perfect friction between us.
“Perhaps one day, I’ll show you my darkness. But right now, I want to taste your sweet rapture without dark thrills to get us high,” I assure her.
My hand travels down her belly to her wet center, weeping to be filled. I stroke the bundle of nerves and her mouth parts as I curl my fingers inside her weeping pussy.
“I want to get lost in your wet softness, feast on your cries for more, and drink my name falling from your lips, Cassandra.”
“Mark,” she gasps and fucks my fingers, craving release.
