Page 45 of Sink With Me

“You’ll think of how my lips traced them.” He pauses. Grasping my chin in his hand, forcing me to watch as he demonstrates the action.

“You’ll think of how they feel when under my tongue.” My eyelids droop with a sharp intake of air when he drags the muscle over a particularly long one running from my ribs to my navel.

“The only marks you’ll ever bear again will be from me. Understand?” He speaks into inches of scarred tissue like he can erase the damage it inflicted mentally and physically as he lifts my legs onto his shoulder. My lip's part to reply but quickly close, opting for a small nod instead. His fingers dig into my thighs hard enough that I jump in response, making his lips quirk to one side.

“Caspian.” He punctuates his name with a harsh bite into my thigh, smoothing his tongue over the sting, making my toes curl and my core weep. He takes a nip above the last mark. If only he knew just how much the pain drives me. I lift my hips, feeling his breath fanning against my sensitive bud, sending every nerve ending in my body firing from the tips of my toes up to my nose.

“Caspian.” I drawl out his name. His nostrils flare, once emerald eyes blown into black making my heart jump right into my throat.

“I can get used to you saying my name, little siren.”

I could get used to it too. No, stop thinking like that. His tongue traces a languid stripe through my folds, so slowly I’m sure it can be compared to torture. I can do this, orgasms in exchange for his life. Right?

He groans, pulling my clit between his lips; the sound vibrating straight through me. My head falls back into the pillow, the ceiling blurring. He laps at my cunt like I’m the last drop of water left in the world, alternating flicking my sensitive bundle of nerves to dragging them through his teeth hard enough my skin feels like it’s on fire but not hard enough to inflict actual pain. No experience comes close to his hands digging into my flesh and his tongue ravishing like a starved animal.

I'm completely and utterly fucked.

A sharp sting vibrates through my leg, making my head jolt up from the sensation, my eyes darting between his and the very prominent hand mark left on my skin. Each breath he takes chills the heat between my thighs, making my knuckles turn white against the olive sheets.

“Don’t look away. I want you to see the monster you make out of me.”

The pad of his finger teases at my entrance, rubbing the mixture of his saliva and my arousal around the throbbing hole. How did I go from hating the man between my legs to wishing he could stay there forever? He plunges in, making me cry out.

With every stroke, curl of his finger, and circle of his tongue, my eyelids grow heavy. My head bobs, struggling to remain upright, and my legs tremble with the need to clamp shut around his head while I feel my walls pulse and suck him back in as he adds another finger.

"Please don’t stop.”

I don’t even recognize my voice from how broken it sounds. Each syllable jumbles together, making an incoherent sentence. I've never been one to beg but I’m so close. The tight turning in my stomach twists to the point I know at any second I’ll burst. I squirm below him, rubbing my nails through his hair, pulling at the unnaturally soft strands.

“That’s it, love. Hurt me all you want. Give me your pain.” He groans against my skin, making my back arch. His hand wraps around my thighs, squeezing to the point I don’t know if I should be more focused on how my muscles tremble in protest or the way his groan vibrates around my clit. Breaking eye contact is the last thing I care about as climax crashes into me like a tidal wave, barely registering the curses falling from his mouth. Black spots erupt at the back of my lids. It’s a miracle my legs stay spread, his tongue darts into my entrance back to my clit pushing me through the shocks that send my nerve endings firing.

He’s absolutely ruined me. My moral compass spins in circles, unsure of which way it needs to land. How am I supposed to change direction after everything that’s been planted in my head refuses to be pulled out? Being with him is unnatural, but it feels so right.

The waves subside, allowing me to feel his fingers tracing my hips up to my waist. I’m too sensitive. Everything tingles and burns, making me wriggle.

“I’m not done with you yet, siren. You have one more left in you. Don’t you?”

Do I? Hell no, I don’t. My limbs are numb, my skin is slick with sweat and my brain is so jumbled I can’t tell where his body ends or where mine begins. His hand curls at the nape of my neck, pulling my very uneven eyesight onto his blown pupils, making me hyper-aware of the very hard cock nuzzled against my soaked cunt.

I nod my head despite my body screaming for me to pass out in my post-orgasm state. Yet, I can't help this insatiable need that has coiled its way into making me want to bring him just as much pleasure. Maybe it feeds off the way we want to cause each other pain, hell I don't know but I do know I don’t want the feeling to disappear. His lips press to my head in a gentle caress, distracting me from the quick flip he makes of my body.

I can hear the rustling of fabric, ordering me to look back over my shoulder. His hand slowly strokes his cock, dragging his thumb along the tip and smearing his pre-come before sliding back down again. I'm able to make out the way his fingers barely touch each other around veins that bulge the length into a perfectly swollen mushroom tip. My throat feels so dry it hurts to swallow. That was not what I was expecting. The thing is almost as big as his ego.

“That’s not going to–”

“Yes, it will love. Your body was made for me.”

He slides his hand between my shoulder blades, forcing my chest into the mattress, arching my back enough I can feel the cool air hit my weeping core.

“Relax for me.” There’s a clear strain in his voice as he nudges against me.

“Do you remember all those times you’ve tried to kill me?”

What type of fucking question—my body jerks forward as a harsh slap vibrates against my skin. I bury my face into the pillow with a cry of his name. His palm smooths over the sting, pushing his dick in I stretch around the length, distracting my thoughts from the sudden surprise.

“All the times you’ve had a cheeky mouth?”

Another smack makes my ass ripple. Instead of being surprised, I feel the way he pushes in further, mixing the pleasure with the pain. He rocks back enough for me to feel just how easily my body is accepting him, then drives back in again to the hilt, matching it with another smack. The sound he releases has my legs quacking, my body begging to have more fall from his lips.

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