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I wanted him to ruin me, to hold me and tell me that I would never belong to another because this was it. This was my new beginning and my final stop.
“From the moment I saw you,” I started, lifting myself up into a sitting position. “I knew that I wanted you. Even at that age, something in me recognized the darkness in you, and I wanted it. I craved it,” I murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. His shuddering breath spurred me on, telling me to continue. “I was never afraid of you, Lazarus. Even when I had no recollection of that night, I still wanted you near. I would’ve done everything if you had asked. I came to you last year. I came because of you. I don’t give a fuck about Judah, Gabriel, or any of them. I only care about you.”
An inhuman sound tore from his throat, and, within seconds, he had me pinned down on the ground, undressing me with the urgency of a man possessed, his eyes zeroing in on the dried blood on my thigh. “What do we have here?” he practically whispered, transfixed on the spot where I cut myself while running away from him.
His thumb pressed against the tiny wound, and like a shockwave to my system, I could feel that touch all the way to my core. My back lifted up from the ground the more he pressed, my teeth clamping down on my bottom lip. His dark chuckle was the only thing I heard before I felt the press of something cold and sharp on my other thigh. I looked down. I could see his body above mine and his hand wrapped around the handle of the knife.
“Oh, baby girl.” He grinned. “I know exactly what to do.”
The tip of the knife pressed into my flesh, tearing through the first layer of skin, then the second, until it reached the vessels that broke underneath the pressure, spilling crimson over my skin.
“Holy shit,” I whimpered, feeling every stroke, every new touch in my very soul. “Lazarus!”
He used me like a canvas, branding me, owning me in every way possible. “I’m gonna brand myself into your very soul, baby. Every time you look at this place, I want you to remember this day. I want you to remember the day when I finally made you mine.”
His thumb scooped up the spilled blood from my thigh, bringing it up to his lips. “You taste like my favorite candy.” The knife he held fell to the ground between my legs, and his other hand came down to my hip, caressing my bare skin with his thumb.
“Lazarus,” I murmured. “I need you.” I writhed on the ground, trying to get closer to him, but he held my hip with his right hand, keeping me in place. “Please.”
I wasn’t above begging at this point. I wasn’t above doing anything that was necessary to keep him with me. With the strength of sheer will, I lifted my left leg and wrapped it around his hips, pulling him closer to me. He fell over my body with a soft thump, grinning from ear to ear as he looked down at me. There was no mistaking the feral need reflecting back from his eyes. I thought I knew what passion and need felt like, but I was wrong. So fucking wrong.
“I need you to fuck me,” I ordered, pulling him down toward me with one hand around his neck and the other one unbuttoning the black shirt he had on. He didn’t need me to say it twice as he pressed his hips into mine, his hard cock grinding against my core, with only his pants and my underwear standing in the way. “Right fucking now,” I growled, needing a lot more than friction between us.
“Your wish,” he said, tearing his shirt open in one move, “is my command, baby girl.” His pants followed shortly after as he stood up to get rid of them. As I lifted myself up into a sitting position, holding my body with my elbows on the ground, my mouth became agape at the sight in front of me.
He wasn’t built like the models I saw in magazines, or the fitness freaks I saw on the streets of Seattle, but his body was a work of art. A soft V led toward his hard member, bobbing slowly between his legs, pointing at me. My mouth watered at the mere thought of having him inside me, of having him brand me from the inside out.
A dark patch of hair led the way from his belly button toward his shaft, and holy motherfucking shit—was that a piercing glinting from the head of his cock?
If Heaven existed, I was pretty sure that I had died and gone straight there.
I was drunk on her.
The way she stared at me, eating me with her brilliant blue eyes, taking me in inch by inch, while her teeth nibbled on her bottom lip, taking her sweet time. Time stood still as we both gazed at one another, storing this memory in the part of our minds reserved only for the things we wanted to remember forever.
And me—I always wanted to remember her like this.
Her hair wild, her eyes wide, filled with need and yearning for me, while moonlight bathed her entire body with its light, highlighting all the curves and little crevices I wanted to bite. The cold night air did nothing to extinguish the fire roaring through my veins, setting us both aflame. Judging by the look on her face, she didn’t mind one single second of this night.
“You have a piercing,” she croaked, her eyes firmly plastered to my aching cock that jumped up at her blatant staring, inviting her to play.
My fingers flexed into a fist, my willpower slowly dying a slow death because there was no way that I could stop now. There was no way that I could go back to the life before her, not when she was everything I ever needed. All the sleepless nights and the countless days spent wondering if I would ever be truly happy had led me here, to her, to this exact moment.
There was no world in which I could exist without her.
She was the beacon of light I needed to push through the darkness that kept closing me in from all sides. She was the bright sun that finally shone on me after the years of gloomy, dark days. As she spread her legs wider, showing me what was hiding between her thighs, I knew I would never be able to go back to the life before her.
Maybe it was just a physical reaction right now, but I knew from that first moment I saw her that she would be my undoing. She would be my reckoning, and I wouldn’t mind dying if it meant spending my last moments with her.
Something snapped inside of me. Like the invisible string that was keeping me in place suddenly got loose, and before either of us could even take the next breath, I was down on my knees with her legs around my shoulders, and my tongue lapping at her sweet cunt, collecting the juices that were freely flowing for me.
Only for me.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned, throwing her head backward and pushing her dripping center toward me. My tongue rolled around her clit, sucking, kissing, my lips wrapping around the tiny bud, ready for more. So much more.
I didn’t have to tell her what to do. I didn’t have to ask her what she liked. It was as if our bodies knew what they needed, even before our minds caught up. Just like our souls knew that we were meant to be together, regardless of what anyone else said.
“More.” Her loud groan echoed around us, bouncing off of the walls of the maze. There was no one else here but the two of us, and the monster inside my chest purred, drunk at the sounds she made. “Lazarus,” she whimpered. “Please. I need you.”
