Page 23 of Voodoo Burning

Ten

10 Days Until Mardi Gras

Jesus Christ, what’s wrong with me?

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I rub a hand over my hair, then scrub it down my face, trying to push the residual fog from the night before out of my head. I glance behind me. Dominique is asleep in all her wrecked glory, and that dark thing inside me stirs, pushing me to take her again. My dick is already hard and throbs in response to the demand. The same way I took her last night.

It felt good. Freeing. Real, but not. Preternatural.

I’ve always had the feeling, I thought of it as a gut reaction. I remember at times speaking to it, like it was a separate entity, but inside me. But last night, it was strong and prevalent, a singular power inside my skin, making us two beings acting as one.

It’s always been inside me, that thing. I’ve lived with it all my life, this smoky existential part of myself. I thought it was normal. Until lately.

Until last night.

It was alive and demanding. It was powerful. I was powerful. I was there on the riverbank, yet I was everywhere else, I was space and time and mass and everything and nothing. The thing had taken me to where it’d come from, outside myself to encompass all that was. It said, Look at everything that belongs to you, all of it is ours. Take, own, conquer. Take her. She is yours. She belongs to us.

I did. I took Dominique with a rabid, feral hunger I couldn’t completely satisfy. It was finally pacified, but not fulfilled. I don’t think it ever could be. I felt its hunger in my depths echo on and on. How could everything that is, ever be complete? Even now, I can feel it vibrating in my cells, hungry, so damn hungry. I know what it wants. Not just the body, but it needs the pain and the tears and the cries. It needs her pain. To hold it in my hands, to feel it trembling and the wetness from her tears, feel it feed the power and the darkness.

We were both drugged last night with the darkness. Whatever vibrates through me was in the air and the fire as it swelled and wrapped around us, enveloping us in its magic. What we did was a ceremony, a union, a supernatural bonding consecrated by the flames and the blood.

Dominique gave me her pain willingly. She gave it to me because I turned it into pleasure, I brought her to the everything with me to become nothing. We were everything, pain and pleasure, bodies and space, we were everything that was and all that shall be.

I turn and stroke a finger over the curve of Dominique’s shoulder. Even in sleep she reacts to me. Her skin pimples as her nipples pucker at my light touch while a soft sigh escapes her. I bend and press my lips to the bare flesh at her collarbone. Her scent is intoxicating. I breathe deeply as I push back the darkness, leashing it to keep it under control. I feel it push back. I suck in a breath as the rush of her scent almost entices me to give in to the hunger. To the darkness that wants to claim everything by destroying it.

No, not now. There isn’t enough time to savor her.

“Dominique,” I whisper and graze my lips over her skin.

“Mmmm,” she murmurs, and presses into me.

Fuck, she’s not making this easy. “It’s late.”

Her arm snakes around my back and pulls me close. “Mmhmm,” she murmurs again as she turns her head to the side and exposes the length of her neck.

My entire body tenses as I hold myself back. “If you don’t get up, I’m going to fuck you.” I can hear the darkness speaking through me, at least it has the decency to warn her.

She slides her other hand down and grips my erection as her body arches into me. “Ignatius, I need you to.”

A growl rumbles deep in my chest as I rip the covers from her body. My mouth finds hers as I position myself above her and spread her wide with a knee. Our kiss is hard, much like last night, as I penetrate her. I didn’t get her ready, but I didn’t have to, she’s so soaked I glide all the way in. With my hips pressed tightly against her, I stay like that as her walls hug me.

“Oh, my God, yes,” she pants, and I can feel her squeeze me.

That’s the spark that lights the flame.

I pull back, then push back in. Over and over again, repeatedly, I drive into her. I’m pushed by a force whose only demand is to fuck and come. Hard. As I thrust into her, I nibble greedily along her jaw, her cheeks, her shoulder and neck, as primitive sounds erupt from me. I’m almost beyond control, just barely hanging on.

“Ignatius, please,” Dominique moans. What she’s pleading for, I’m not sure. Is it to come? For more? Harder? She’s close, I can tell when her walls tighten around me, squeezing her orgasm out of my dick.

I’m right there, ready to burst, but I want her to come with me. I push deep inside her and grind my hips against her as I glide my hands down and take both her nipples between finger and thumb. And pinch.

Her guttural moan shoots right down to my balls and fills up my cock as load after load bursts into her depths.

We pant together as my hips slow their demanding thrusts. She slackens beneath me as my own body relaxes with temporary satisfaction, I can already feel the stirrings in my loins for hungry more.

“Good morning,” I whisper in her ear.

“Good morning.” She presses a kiss to my neck. “How late is it?”

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