Page 79 of Repossess My Heart

His thumbs swirl over my nipples making a guttural moan escape my lips and again when I arch off the shower wall desperate for him to touch me down there his weight forces me back, “Nathan.”

“I want to take my time with you. I need to.”

His words bring more tears to my already reddened, puffy eyes. Words don’t seem like enough, so I give him a knowing smile. His lips are on mine in an instant and what starts as our usual starved passion quickly fizzles to something so endearing and filled with love, he doesn’t fight me when I push off the wall banding my arms around his neck. We kiss, our tongues swirling together until we’re both breathless and I’m once again pinned to the wall at his mercy.

I’ve got no clue what drug is allowing all of this, but I hope it stays just a while longer. I refuse to let my body’s limits take this from me. He washes the planes of my stomach slowly and gently, as if he’s committing each dip, each inch of skin to memory. He’s done it so many times by now, and each pass still makes my stomach flutter. When his hand finds its way to my core, I’m practically mewling, begging him to touch me. His fingers slip down, washing me in strategic, painfully slow movements. When his fingers brush my clit, my body ignites, my cheeks flushing with more color than they’ve seen in weeks. I’m already on the brink when he pulls away, making me whimper some garbled version of his name. I’m a bundle of nerves the rest of the agonizing time he spends washing me. When he’s done, I’ve abandoned the whole letting him take his time nonsense, grabbing for him like a crazed woman. Which seems to both excite and amuse him. When I sink to my knees, he barely has time to pull away before I wrap my hand around his cock. My fingers don’t touch but I pump my fist, stroking him slowly.

“Fuck sweetling.”

My smile is soon wiped away as I slip the head of his cock into my mouth, sucking it down my throat until I gag. When his hand twists in the newly knot free hair, I make no move to brace myself. Breathing through my nose as he fucks my mouth, needy and jerky. I’m moaning around him.

“Your perfect little holes are hurting for my cock, aren’t they baby?” My hips jerk in tune with him, nothing to satisfy the throbbing need I feel. My hands leave his length to touch myself and just as I knew I’d be, I’m jerked off him with a pop.

“Mine.”

When my back meets the wall again, I fight him, uselessly but fuck if I don’t try. He tugs the rinsing attachment from its place on the wall, but I don’t want to be rinsed.

My arms quickly end up pinned above me, pressed into the shower wall. His head striking down as his teeth latch into my nipple is all the reminding I need of the lethal man who owns me. I scream as pleasure and pain make dots line my vision. Swept out to sea and as he sucks, licks and nips at the other one. My breath is cut off abruptly, lodging in my throat as I explode, coming hard without touch. I’m still needing, panting when he stills, “How embarrassing baby, I didn’t even have to touch your cunt.”

My cheeks flush darker and need once again slicks my thighs, “Please, I’m sorry.”

“Your pleasure is mine. I wasn’t done teasing you yet.”

“Nathan, fuck me you asshole! I need it.”

“Need what? I want to hear your slutty little mouth admit it, or I’ll stuff it with my cock again.”

“I need your cock. I need it so bad.” I whine, not giving a shit about the residual cringe I’ll feel later. This version of him is the one I love most. The depraved, hedonistic version is the one I’d kill for. I’d forget every moral for it.

I have.

Time and time again.

I’m preparing to argue my case more, beg more when the pressurized stream of water from the attachment hits my clit and robs me of my breath and thoughts. I cry out as he sucks and nips at my breasts, marking every inch of them, all the while making tiny circles with the water. Sending me bucking wildly at nothing. I’m panting, squirming and begging when he drops it to the tile with a loud thud, heaving me up as he aligns his cock at my entrance. I’m already trying to grind down on it, needing the burning stretch.

“I love you, Reverie.”

I want to say it back but I’m mindless to pleasure. All I can offer him is another whimper. He’s having none of that.

“Say it, sweetling.”

“I love you; I love you so fucking much.”

Nathan’s smile is blinding as he spears into me, forcing my core to stretch and adapt to him. I hiss at the sudden intrusion, my head knocking back roughly as the sudden stretching pain bleeds into shattering pleasure with each rock of his hips. A smile of my own forms when I realized he’d placed his hand between me and the wall, preventing me from hitting my head.

It's moments like this… things like this that make me fall all over again. Our fall was a swift one, neither of us felt until we met the pavement. It was brutal and at times painful, but I wouldn’t trade it. If I’m the sun… it’s because he made me. Chiseled and stabbed at the broken parts until I remembered how to shine.

He fucks me roughly, the way he needs to. My back pressed against the wall. My mind swims as he hits so deep inside me, I scream. My nails making marks down his neck. When his mouth slams into mine, the taste of blood, the taste ofhim,overtakes my senses. I have no clue whose blood it is, and I couldn’t care less. But when he pulls back a devilish smirk on his face, I’m teetering on the edge. When his tongue dips out, licking the rest of the blood from my lips, I’m again forced to the brink, to insanity. Exploding around him as his ruts become jerky and unrestrained. My breasts heave with the force of my breath, even shoved against his chest and when he comes, my name is on his lips.

25

A Killer and a Dancer

ThreeWeeksLaterNathan

We’re three weeks into the six-week treatment required to save us and already the color in her skin is more radiant than ever. And it has nothing to do with her being radioactive. She smiles up at me from the table at the lab, her eyes only getting hung up on the various syringes briefly this time. It's ironic the first real time I’d acknowledged her effect on me was in a similar room, only that one was set up to kill her, not save her. I much prefer this one. When she’d woken up there, her empty eyes had fucked with my head. Now her eyes are so filled with adoration, it's fucking with my heart, and I never want her to stop.

Once this treatment is over and her strength is back, it’s that very same heart that started it all that I’ll finally take. Replacing it with one that functions properly. Then the tech in her spine will be removed as traces of the rot were found in her blood. No shock there. It was never meant to be installed in an organic being. I’ll perform both procedures, naturally. Six on standby to help if needed. We are surgeons, after all. I’m grateful for all of it. Every frustrating moment, every misstep. Now that we aren’t dying or actively trying to be murdered, I’m looking forward to having a very long life fucking and annoying her.

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