Page 110 of A Bond with the Dark

They’re on my nipples, on my neck, on my ass, and in my hair.

But most deliciously, he is massaging my clit at the same time pummeling me with his hard and glorious dick. The motions can only be described as akin to my vibrator at home—the rabbit with vibrating ears.

Yeah. That’s what vampire sex is like.

Holy fucking gods in heaven, this man is now like my own personal dildo. As the wave of my orgasm plummets me into outer space, I see colors that don’t exist in this reality; I hear angels singing and volcanoes erupting; shit, the mountains themselves are quaking with envy as this man nearly kills me with pleasure.

“Then I will fucking die with you.”

“Cum with me.”

“You feel so fucking good,” he purrs. The entire room is spinning and I can see nothing but him.

“Oh. Fuck. Dom, yes! Yes! Harder! Harder!” I scream, bouncing my ass to meet his hips, the length of him burying deeper and deeper in me each time.

His control snaps and his eyes flare as he catapults us into the ether. The universe responds to our coiled reserves of power as they snap; my orgasm ruining me from the inside out, destroying any other sensation other than pure, cataclysmic ecstasy.

We shudder as we cum together; I’m riding him and the wave of my orgasm, letting myself feel it from crescendo to hush, the magick in the room pulsing with our desire.

When the world stops spinning, I notice that the entire room is in disarray, even though we only fucked against the two walls.

“Um… What?” I ask.

“Your power. It seems I awakened it a bit.” He laughs and the sound of it lulls me to my marrow.

“Wow. That’s . . . new.”

“I’ll take it as a compliment.” His drugging kiss is on me again, flashing us over to the bed where I fall on top of him, his hard dick still in me as I ride him slowly.

I want more.

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CROOKED KIND OF COMFORT

DOM

If loving this woman is going to bring us both to ruin, then fucking her will be our absolution. The way her orgasm collided with mine, shattering us both from the inside out, brought her powers to the surface in a way I’ve never seen before.

Sharing bits of my darkness in such an animalistic way tortured her slowly, loosening something within her and I watched it unfold, spilling out into the space around us.

The dark halves of us like fucking each other, and whichever half ends up winning, I’m afraid the other half won’t survive it.

As she sleeps in the bedroom behind me, I look down at my arms resting on the railing. The mark taunts me like a nasty wound festering in my skin, rotting me from the inside out. I pray to fucking Lilith that firstly, my family doesn’t kill my girlfriend before we can get her powers to ignite and second, that my mom can figure out how to get me unmarked.

I think when I do tell them I’ve been marked, it will cause such turmoil that they’ll forget about killing Sayah for a little while. I know my mom will want to do anything to keep this mark from killing me, and therefore, her mind will be preoccupied with that.

A star falls across the sky, catching my attention, and I watch it, consumed with the beauty of the night after being a slave to it for so long. It’s one of those crooked kind of comforts; like a trauma bond, finding solace in the very thing that kept me broken for so long.

Being here with Sayah, having her meet my family, and knowing my darkness on a personal level should feel relieving, but it’s not. I can’t help but think of all the lies I’ve told or the truths I’ve withheld to keep her safe.

I have to think of a way to tell her the truth without her hating me.

Thinking of what she may do when she learns the truth—that I do not live in Colorado and only came there to hunt her—I feel that will cause the kind of shatter that is beyond repairable.

She has known so much sadness.

So many things have come for her, have broken her down, and ripped her to shreds. The person she is today—this gorgeous, scintillating witch who wears her sorrow like war paint—was built from the moments that brought her to her knees.

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