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She bites her bottom lip, her eyes strained, and she shakes her head gently.
“No?” I ask as I pull out and slam back into her with a force that makes my fucking balls hurt.
She shakes her head again, but no sound leaves her lips. I rip into her cunt again and she swallows a moan.
“Say it, then. Tell me you're not mine, Suki!” I slam in again, and her pussy strangles me so hard I fucking swear my dick is gonna fall off from the lack of blood reaching the tip. I release her hair, but quickly wrap my hand around her throat, holding her there, leaning over her until my lips touch her ear. “Speak Suki, tell me you're not mine...”
Her eyes burn with emotions I don't understand, a strange sadness mixed with lust and evil.
“You are, little Siren, you're imprinted on my fucking skin in blood and no matter what, you will always be mine.”
I continue the assault on her drenched cunt, and she slams back into me, in violent movements, the bench creaking under her as she fills the room with lust-fueled moans and screams. She watches me in the mirror, and when she can't hold her eyes open anymore, and I feel her pussy twitching around my dick, I release her throat, pull my dick out, wrap my arms around her and flip her over on the bench as she yelps in surprise.
On her back, she’s trying to balance herself on the narrow bench, but I grab her legs and prop them against my chest as she wraps her tiny feet around my neck and I grab her wrists, holding her steady as I continue my assault.
I fuck her until my grunts match her moans, our ragged breaths melting into one as her back arches, her ass grinding onto me. When her head falls back and sees us in the mirror, suddenly her whole body vibrates with her orgasm. It rips from her body through mine, and I come so fucking hard, it seeps out from her pussy as she grinds herself against me, screaming as she rides those waves. Her legs shake as she comes down from that high and I bring them down, wrapping them around my waist as I pull her spent body up to me, holding her tight.
She’s fucking beautiful. In these moments, even more so because she’s vulnerable and she can’t hide—what she is, what she wants, or what she craves. I want her like this, I only want to see her like this, without the mask that she puts on for everyone… even for herself.
SUKI
He holds me here, in the aftermath of potentially the best sex of my life, he holds me. The leather of the bench hot on my ass cheeks, his skin damp against mine, his arms wrapped tight around my body.
I learned something that I never expected, I learned that the loss of control in these moments of dominance is illusory. I did not lose anything; on the contrary, I gained a different type of control. I allowed him to do all those things to me, because the man I was looking at in that mirror was following me along the way.Following me.
It was trust. A strange type of trust as he took over my body and temporarily owned it. I never expected this and it might just be the thing that breaks me.
It is not a game anymore, not mine or his, this is us… this is the real danger, because we own each other now.
He pulls me from my train of thought as he lifts me in his arms, carrying me out of the room. I know he is taking me to the bathroom and not the one from his master bedroom… no, to the one he knows I love. The one he knows calms me… soothes me.
I give in to these thoughts because he proved himself to me and as much as that scares the shit out of me, I enjoy it as well. For now, I am going to allow myself to enjoy it all, even the aftermath of it all.
We are taking our time, soaking our spent bodies under the stream of the shower, allowing them to recover slowly from the abuse, especially mine.
He is careful with me, in a way that surprises me, yet does not shock me anymore. He stands behind me, his hand loosely resting on my hip bone, just in case he needs to steady me, hold me… care for me. There are too many faces to this man, and I know for a fact that what I’ve been seeing lately, especially now, is his real one.
Yet I am certain that I am the only one to have ever had the privilege.
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As we walk out of the shower and wrap our bodies in Niklas’ fluffy navy-blue towels, I hear something outside, in the distance. I turn to the window, but I cannot see anything just yet. I turn back to him and he gives me a quick glance before walking out and to his bedroom as I follow. Standing in front of his massive bedroom windows, I watch the beautiful scenery, and there, against the burnished sky of the afternoon sunset, I can see a helicopter making its way to us.
“Connor?” I ask as I look up to the Viking standing tall behind me.
He looks down, nods and does something so goddamn shocking that it makes me weak in the damn knees—he kisses my forehead, and I am not sure if it is me that is melting, my soul… or my heart.
It better not be my heart. It cannot be my damn heart because this… him… our past… I do not know if I can stand a future that doesn’t guarantee me permanence.
I look back into the distance, more at Niklas’ reflection than at the helicopter and I run his words through my head—mine… tell me you’re not mine, Suki—I could not tell him, because deep down, I know I am his. But for how long… for how long am I his?
