Page 37 of Possess Me! (I Want You To)

I released his hole and moved my attention to his neck.

When I was finished, he had bite marks all over his pretty tanned shoulders. They stood out stark, red-angry, and more than likely painful on his tan, freckle-coated skin. I grinned, a vicious smile, as I admired my work.

“I’m good,” Luca blurted, his voice fucked-out and breathless, muffled against the bed. “In case you’re worried.”

“I’m not.” Maybe I was lying, but I didn’t overthink my response as I gave his neck one last lingering perusal before I sat back on my heels. My cock was still hard, jutting toward his ass like an arrow. The desire to sink inside him remained strong, but I resisted. His command to stay with him simmered under my skin, the ache of the Nothing no longer pulling my leash quite so tight.

My thighs trembled, and I almost wanted to laugh. It was weird. All of this was. Sometimes seeing my own body gave me emotional whiplash. I stared at my thighs, shaking my head to clear away the fog of disassociation before I focused my attention on my pretty pink toy, his muscular back quivering.

He stayed face down, obediently. Stupid pink colored boxers tucked beneath the globes of his ass, a drop of cum connecting his cock to the now wet bedsheets.

“Are you…?” Luca shoved his hips back inquisitively, surprising me when his ass met the swell of my throbbing dick and he gave an experimental little grind. My lashes fluttered and I indulged him for half a second before the practiced way he arched his back began to piss me off.

Who else had he done this for?

How many men had seen him like this?

He was mine. A masterpiece that belonged in a private gallery. The idea of sharing him with anyone else made me want to kill something.

“I’m good.” I pushed Luca unceremoniously off, watching him flounder then fall forward into the puddle of his own cum with a surprised little gasp. What I really wanted was to rub my cock against all that naked skin, but I didn’t.

It wasn’t time.

There was so much emotion inside me it was making me feel antsy and overwhelmed and I resented the feeling.

He’d only want more if I touched him the way I craved to and all of this was…surprisingly raw for me. Jealousy was a new emotion. I didn’t think I’d ever felt it before. I needed to process. The Nothing was still my cage, but at least it was a familiar one. I needed some time to come to terms with the new life he’d breathed into me.

My chest felt tight. My tongue was too big for my mouth.

“Stubborn dick,” Luca muttered under his breath, still sounding just as fucked-out, still looking just as delicious with his robe shoved up beneath his pits. His half-bare back flexing.

I didn’t want him to see me like this.

Unsure.

As much as my dick wanted to fuck him I realized that I wasn’t ready to sink inside his heat yet. To become one with something living for only a moment. Chasing heartbeats, like he was just another body. As much as I’d sought that back home, this felt…different. I didn’t want to analyze why that was.

Maybe it was Luca.

There was something wrong with him.

There had to be.

“Can I look at you now?” Luca practically begged, still obediently lying in his own mess.

“No.” I wasn’t sure why it mattered so much to me. My chest was still tight. Sweat beaded at my temple and the falsity of it pissed me off. It wasn’t like I was alive. I didn’t need to sweat.The intricacies of the spell woven around me just made me feel worse. A parody of the living. A production.

Despite this, I wasn’t insecure.

I knew what I looked like. Being handsome was just another asset like any other. My good looks had always made it easy to get what I wanted. Men were eager to trust when they thought you were pretty enough to fuck. Somehow…I didn’t want Luca to think of me like that though. As a petty fuck.

He was my golden ticket, even if he didn’t know it. Annoying as he was.

“When can I look?” Luca whined, petulant as always.

Jesus. “Stop asking.”

“No.”

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