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I press my thighs together, so close to already orgasming, and he's barely even touched me.
In this dark, depressing, haunted cemetery, how can I even think about sex?
Because Malik is here, and anything that has to do with him turns me on. So aggressively.
I press back, my butt rolling against his straining erection in his pants. His hand goes to my shoulder, and he flips me onto my back, his hands going to his pants as he undoes them quickly, hurriedly.
His erection springs free, angry, with a bead of precum glistening on the top. He slaps it against my mound, and I arch my back, needing more, but wanting nothing at all.
Maybe I should stop fighting. Maybe I should just give into him, give into this town, and accept my destiny to be here, with him, in this place, with the horrors and soulless entities filling the air around me.
"Spread your legs," he growls, pressing forward on his knees and lining up between my thighs.
I do as he asks, placing my ankles on his shoulders, giving him a straight view to my drenched folds.
A rumble echoes in the depths of his chest. Rabid. Raw. He is untamed.
His hips piston forward, and he sinks into me, stretching my walls. I wince, adjusting to his length, the thickness of his hardened cock that is so much bigger than anything I've ever had in my life. He is such a man, when all I've been used to are boys, young kids who don't know how to use their cocks or know their way around a woman in any form. They never knew how to pleasure me, and I always ended up in the bathroom afterward, rubbing at my clit as I searched for the orgasm that seemed so unattainable.
Yet, with Malik, one plunge and I’m already cresting the edge of euphoria.
I stare up at Malik, and he blinks, his eyes clearing, the whites fading and his dark eyes coming into view.
"Malik?" I whimper, feeling the pumping of blood flooding between my thighs.
"What's on your mind, Vera?" he spits through clenched teeth.
"You're the best I've ever had," I whisper on a vulnerable breath, feeling the words spill out of me before I can swallow them.
His hand goes to my hair, and he pulls back, my head arched up, my eyes staring directly into his. "I'm the only you've ever had. I'm the only you'll ever have."
I lick my lips, wanting to deny his claims, his possessive snarls. He doesn't like my hesitations, and he squeezes my hair. I can feel the threads popping from my scalp.
"My cock is the only one that's been in this pussy, little sister. Tell me. It's the only one that will ever be in this pussy."
"It's yours," I cry out, my eyes squeezing shut on emotion, on pleasure. "My pussy is yours."
His fingers release my hair, and my eyes pop open, staring into his dark eyes as they spear me like burning flames. "I'm yours," I whisper.
His jaw drops open, and his lips curl back, his teeth gleaming in the night. He picks up his pace, ramming into me, pistoning me into the wet ground.
Rain splashes on us, wetting our skin and making us slip against one another. I can't grasp him. I couldn't even try if I wanted to. Malik rams against me so aggressively, all I can do is bury my fingers in the dirt and grab onto any root I can grasp.
"You are mine, Vera. You've been mine since the moment you stepped into Castle Pointe, and you'll be mine until the moment you take your last breath. So, breathe now, little sister, because I'll consume every inch of air from your lungs before it's over."
My vision fades, and my entire body starts trembling as the most powerful orgasm swallows me. My spine arches above the ground, and I scream into the forest as Malik pummels into me like he's searching for his own air. He grasps it, bruising my thighs and my hips as he grips me so harshly, so violently, I know his fingerprints will be left for many days afterward.
My body melts back down into the dirt, and Malik stays suspended over me, his breath fanning across my face. I glance up at him, watching him stare down at me heatedly, and maybe a little bit of softness inches around the edges.
He sits back on his knees, slipping out of me and tucking himself back into his pants. He buries his face in his hands, digging his knuckles into his eyes like he has a horrible migraine coming on.
"Malik?" I whisper, sitting up and sliding my skirt back down my thighs.
When he looks up at me, his dark eyes slowly turn cloudy, like he's losing himself by the second. He looks pained, tortured, and so full of fury I can barely catch my breath.
"Run," he growls, his tone edging on two voices, one his own and one that I've come to know as his second self.
"Run!" he roars at the top of his lungs, his eyes blinking once more, turning fully white. His lips curl back, a sneer covering his face that looks so lethal, a wicked chill breaks through my entire being.
