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“No. I thought about it, but I didn’t do it,” she whispers. My darling dove’s voice trembles even though she knows I would never hurt her.
“Prove it, show me.” I pull back as she rolls onto her back to lift both sleeves. No fresh cuts line her arms.
“Why did you want to hurt yourself?”
“The craving is too much. I thought about it for hours but decided I’d never be able to hide it from you, so I went to bedinstead.” Her voice is filled with sorrow, and regret lines her face.
“I’m proud of you. I know you want to feel numb and block out everything, but it’s only temporary.” Her eyes don’t leave mine as she sits up and peels off the shirt completely.
“Will you do it?” Her eyes are pleading. I want to give her whatever she wants, even if it means I hurt her a little. I lean over and kiss her forehead. The pain that fills her face hurts me deeply, I’d do anything to give her a release.
I get off the bed and strip down. Setting the blade down on the bedside table, I throw the sheets and blankets on the floor, I prowl towards her on my hands and knees and kiss her lips, feeling the urgency of her wants and needs as she grasps the back of my head and pulls my hair hard. Lowering my mouth to the column of her neck, I feather her with kisses until she moans. Moving down to her breasts, I lick between them and take each nipple in my mouth, sucking and biting her until her back arches and her body presses into mine.
“Fucking perfect,” I whisper as I reach across to the side table and grab the knife handle. I run the tip of the blade over her skin. The way the skin puckers under the point drives me crazy.
My initials above her heart have faded into red and purple scarring. Using the blade tip, I apply slight pressure across her stomach. Her gasp fills my ears and I continue trailing her body until I reach above her perfect pussy.
“You aren’t doing what you said you would,” she says in an angry tone.
It’s true, but I never said I would do what she wanted, either. I grip the handle as I bring it back to her chest. I press down as I pull the sharpness across her flesh. A perfect line appears under her breast, blood beading as the skin opens, and I watch it drip down her stomach.
The rise and fall of her chest quickens and I look up towards her face. Ecstasy fills her eyes and her teeth bite down on her bottom lip. I create another line under the first. I watched her for so long to know exactly the way she did it to herself. After the third, I’m done hurting her.As much as she wants this, I don’t want to take it too far. Placing the knife back on the table, I lower my head and lick up everything that is running out of her, all of her life essence is mine, it belongs to only me.
As I make my way up her body, I slide my hardness through her folds and her wetness coats me. While I kiss her and lick her skin, my dick throbs. She tenses under me as I grind against her. I place my mouth over hers, covering her moans with my lips.
When I can’t take it anymore, I fill her wet cunt with my hard cock, shoving into her until I can feel her milking me. It takes everything I have to not pound her into the bed. Her breath hitches in her throat as I slide into her slowly. Desire fills her eyes and I lower my head to continue to kiss her neck, her collarbone, and her tits. Our fronts are both covered in sweat, blood, and her wetness, and I wouldn’t change a fucking thing.
Her beauty captivates me as her hands slide into my hair. It’s as if we can’t get any closer to each other without devouring each other whole. I fuck her harder. Bending her knee, I hold one of her legs against her chest and rut into her until she crumbles under me, her perfect pussy squeezing the life out of my cock. I fill her with my come and kiss her again before I pull out,
“I think we might need a bath,” she whispers under me.
As I look down, I chuckle. “Yeah, I think so. I love you, Marla.”
“I fucking love you, Sebastian. Thank you for taking the edge off. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
I nuzzle her nose. “And you’ll never have to find out.”
Twenty-Six
Marla
Life slowly returns to normal after a few weeks, and it almost feels like it did before I met Sebastian. I’ve made a few clients so happy that I’m on their full-time list. The work brings me joy, but I can't help feeling anxious that I won't meettheir expectations and will be let go. Thanks to the freedom of working remotely, I can indulge in the luxury of sleeping past noon or spending a lazy morning in bed with Sebastian.
He’s been working later and more hours, but he says it’s for the best. I never thought I'd find my other half, but Sebastian proved me wrong. He is determined to give me the full experience of life, taking me on multiple dates that expose me to new sights, sounds, and tastes.
As I grab my long sleeve shirt and struggle with it over my head in the dark room, my phone buzzes and doesn’t stop. I grab it quickly off the nightstand and do my best to not fall down the stairs. “Hello?” I whisper, not wanting to wake Sebastian. He works tonight, and we were up late.
“Hey Marla, it’s Lacy. Have you heard from my parents?”
Taking a moment to compose myself when I get to the bottom of the stairs, I reply, “No, I thought they had gone on vacation?”
My cousin never calls me. The fact they are now looking for Uncle Don and Aunt Janet makes me uneasy. They wouldn’t be able to pin it to me. We didn’t have a relationship for years. I don’t see how that would come full circle to me.
“It’s just weird. I haven’t heard from them. They didn’t come to the funeral for Michael and Ashley either.”
“I’m sorry. I barely remember the funeral, it was all a blur, really.” I didn’t want to go to that either, but Sebastian said keeping up appearances was a good idea. That I wanted to create the image of a grieving sibling who had been stripped of everything.
She sighs through the phone. “I know. I’m sorry. Did they ever figure out what caused the fire?” I cradle the phone between my ear and neck as I pour the cold brew coffee into my cup and mix sugar into it.
