Page 105 of Afflicted

I bottom out, and she lets out a guttural moan, arching as she throws her head back. I don’t move for a while, letting her body stretch to me, letting her get used to this new sensation - this feeling only I’ve ever given her. She relaxes into me as I stroke her clit, her thighs trembling ever so slightly. When I finally do start to move, fucking that impossibly tight ass, she whimpers.

“I want you sore,” I tell her. “I want you sore so you remember all day what it’s like to have me buried this deep inside your ass.” My girl moans. “Is that good?”

She nods, turning her head slightly so I can see her parted rosy lips as she pants. “Oh fuck, Silas, that’s so good.”

“Such a good girl, letting me fuck all your holes like this.”

She cries out as I pound my cock into her ass, not holding back because my dirty little whore is coming apart so fucking beautifully for me. She won’t be walking tomorrow. I’m sure of it. I’ll fucking make sure of it. She begins to stroke her clit, fresh sweat glistening down the slope of her back. Her whimpers are high-pitched, pleas falling from her lips.

“Every part of you will be full of me by morning.” I flex a hand into the hair at the base of her neck, and she moans as I tighten my grip. “You’re marked by me, in every way.”

“Yeah.” Her voice is strained, her fingers rubbing her soaked clit as she chases her climax. I grab her hand, curling her arm behind her back. She protests incoherently, lost in her near-orgasm, her body pulsing and hot.

“That’s mine, angel.” I don’t want anyone making her come but me.

And she does, screaming my name so loud I know someone will hear her, even over the raging storm. But the sound is so sweet I don’t care, crashing down after her, coasting on the sweet sound of my girl saying my name. There’s a deep pulse against my cock as I pump inside her.

There’s nothing else in this moment, just her and me, her quivering skin and the feeling of goosebumps under my fingertips.

I gently pull out of her, lifting her back against me. She’s shivering as my chest connects with her back, and she smells so goddamn good. I wrap my arms around her, knowing we’re both covered in blood and sweat, and not giving a single fuck. It’s us, mingled on each other’s skin.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I murmur against her ear. “You should see yourself when you’re stretched around my cock. It’s so fucking beautiful.”

“I wanna see,” she breathes, her head falling back against the crook of my neck. “I want to see you stretch me.”

I chuckle, tracing kisses along her forehead. “Is that right?”

“Mhmm.” She sighs, buckling a little in my grasp. “But not right now. I can’t - I can’t again.”

I have no intention of being done, but right now I want to look after my girl. I want to clean her up and wash her down, wrap her in my arms and tell her all the ways she makes me feel whole. I kiss her tenderly, and her lips curl into a smile against my mouth.

She lets me lead her to the bathroom, lets me wash her while I tell her how beautiful she is, how well she did. It’s just us in the dark, my voice and her happy sighs, our naked bodies against each other as the storm continues to rage overhead.

It feels blissful, and perfect, and much more contentment than a depraved fuck like me ever expected to feel again.

It feels like love.

The realization weighs down in my gut, tugging at the thread of my self-control that I fucking well know is already snapped and withered.

I love her.

I love her.

I love her.

I don’t know what I thought I felt for her. I don’t know what the fuck I thought was driving me on all these months when I watched her, when I stood over her while she slept, when I craved just the tiniest hint of her scent.

Can I love her in a world like this? How do I love her? How do I stop myself wanting to tear everything apart and burn this entire compound to the ground just so we can be together?

I don’t know. And that leaves me numb.

“You’re extraordinary,” I whisper against her throat.

Her arms wrap around me. “So are you.”

I sink my fangs into her neck, flooding her with venom and feeling her body react instantly. But she’s quiet this time, not sending those cries out against the barraging storm, but keeping them here, between us, like a gift, just for me. She shudders and whimpers against my chest, her hips rocking through her orgasm. I swallow down her sweetness, and following that is a sensation so sharp that it almost has tears springing to my eyes. Because I can taste it in her.

She loves me too.

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