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And I needed her. God, I needed her like the air to breathe, but I wanted to see her come undone, completely at my mercy, before I took her body for the first time.
Ignoring her little pleas, her little drunk cries, my fingers dragged through her folds, collecting the juices that now coated her inner thighs, the evidence of how much she needed me. My cock jumped up, throbbing from the necessity to be inside her tight heat, but we could wait.
Just a little bit more.
Her inner walls closed around my finger as I entered her, curling it only slightly to find that sweet spot that would make her wild. Her body shook underneath me, her hips moving of their own volition, rocking against my face, and I lapped every drop, every little moan, every little sound, storing it in the dark chest of wonders I kept close to my heart. A second finger joined the first one, pumping in and out, relentlessly, almost punishing her for making me feel like this, for making me this needy for one person.
I always thought that love was something that could happen but didn’t necessarily have to. I thought that physical attraction was all I needed to survive, to push through this life until my inevitable end came, but with her… I didn’t want the end to come.
I wanted the eternity of this—of her.
One life wasn’t enough to do everything I wanted with her. One life wasn’t enough to show everything I felt, everything I needed. This night was only the beginning of the things we would do together, and with her by my side, I knew that everything could happen. Every little plan I had created would be easier to execute with her by my side.
The queen of my heart.
My Dark Star.
I looked up at her flushed face and the sweat dripping down her temples just as my teeth bit down on her clit, and she detonated. Like a supernova, she burst in front of me, full of light and a million little stars, while her cunt locked my fingers inside, fluttering, shaking, her mouth forming an O as she slowly came down to earth, to me.
“Holy fucking shit,” she breathed out, gasping for air. “That… That was…” she trailed off.
“Did I make you speechless?” I chuckled, kissing the inside of her thigh, licking the remnants of blood on her.
Something dangerous shone in her eyes, accompanied by a little evil grin on her lips. Before I could even ask what was the matter, she had me on my back, sitting on my stomach right above me, with the same knife I used on her in her hand now. The blade glinted underneath the moonlight, the traces of her blood still visible on the tip.
“What are you…” Her tongue darted out, licking the blade. “Fuuuuuck.” She turned the tip toward me and pressed down on my chest with her left hand, keeping me in place.
“It’s my turn now.” She giggled like a schoolgirl, pressing the very tip of the blade into my left pectoral, right above my nipple.
“Shit.” I hissed at the sudden pain rocking through my body, but I didn’t dare move. Her eyebrows scrunched together, her entire focus on the spot she was branding, my cock trapped between her butt cheeks.
My hips moved of their own volition, rubbing up and down, my body seeking the friction it needed. My body was tightly coiled, ready to burst, to erupt just like she did mere seconds ago. But I didn’t want to interrupt her. I didn’t want to break this moment, completely relaxing and at her mercy.
With every new stroke, every new tingle of pain, my balls tightened, preparing for the inevitable. For her.
“Hmmm,” she mumbled. “Almost there.”
My left arm lifted up, pushing back the hair from her face, and tucking it behind her ear. “You’re beautiful,” I said, the words tumbling out of me before I could stop them. And I didn’t want to.
She was beautiful. The most beautiful creature I had ever seen.
Her pixie-like features were what always fascinated me. Her high cheekbones, full lips, and the tiny nose, accompanied by catlike shaped eyes, made her look otherworldly. Maybe it was because I knew who she was to me, how she felt, that I had this kind of reaction, but I couldn’t stop staring at her.
I couldn’t stop touching her—on her arm, her cheek, her back. My hands roamed over her shoulders, descending slowly over her sides while she worked on me. Her eyes flickered between the mark on my chest and my face, a satisfied grin spreading on her pretty face. The moment she dropped the knife to the side, I had her pulled closer to me, smearing my blood on her chest.
The pain was forgotten. The rules and everything else I set over the past couple of years flew into the wind, getting away from us.
I needed her—right here and right now.
I wrapped my hand around her hair, bringing her face closer to mine until her lips meshed with my waiting ones, eating me alive. I had no idea where she began and where I ended, and I didn’t give a flying fuck.
Her tiny hand wrapped around my shaft, making my eyes roll into the back of my head. The only moment her lips separated from mine was when she lifted her body up and started sinking slowly down on me.
I could feel how stretched she was, how tightly her cunt gripped my cock in its vise grip. I felt every movement deep inside my soul, trying to stop myself from coming immediately. My eyes looked down to where our bodies connected, and the sight alone had me moaning loudly just as my entire cock disappeared inside her.
“You’re so big,” she murmured, keeping herself still above me. I wasn’t an idiot.
I saw how tight she was, how soft and fragile, and I knew she needed a minute to adjust to my size. But every single second felt like torture, like an eternity had passed. Before I could do anything, she started moving, bringing me higher and higher and higher…
