Page 50 of The Circus

Adrenaline strikes my veins and chills me to my core, but I nod. I’d rather just get the painful part over with. Everyone says it gets better with practice, and I think Teddy and I will be practicing a lot in the coming days and weeks. At least, I hope so.

Sucking in a deep breath, I release it and nod again.

“I’m ready,” I whisper.

He pushes me back onto the mattress gently, hovering over me and giving me another kiss on my forehead, the sweet moment tempered by his words.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, and thrusts—hard.

I scream, shocked at the painful intrusion, my body unsure of what to make of this new type of pain. His forehead falls to mine, and his thumb brushes my dewy cheek. “Keep your eyes on me, Eden. I wanna watch you come all over my cock.”

He eases out, but slams back in, thumb resuming its circling of my clit, igniting the pain and pleasure duo again. Somethingwarm and wet begins to ease his way—my blood, I think, but I don’t care. It’s starting to morph, the pain, into simply a dull ache as the electricity begins to fire again, my lower belly clenching, my pussy gripping him in rippling waves.

“Fuck,” I breathe, craning my neck. Before, when he’d just been using his tongue, my body kept telling me I was missing something, that I felt empty. As soon as his fingers had sunk into me, that rolling wave of ecstasy had crashed into me and made me feel alive for the first time. It’s the same now, only his cock is way fucking bigger than two middle fingers, and it’s hitting something pleasurable deep inside me.

“That’s my girl,” he grits out, canting his hips faster, our skin slapping and echoing in the dark. “Come for me.”

His thumb works me faster and with just the right amount of pressure, and my heart begins to gallop. The pain in me is changing…and I oddly wantmoreof this new type of pain.

“M-More,”I whimper.

“What?” he breathes, shocked, his hips stuttering.

“Harder,fuck…”

He obeys before I can say please, the head of his cock hitting that spot inside me over and over and over while his thumb circles me faster. My pussy tightens, that ball of ecstasy growing in the pit of my stomach, expanding until it’s on the precipice of bursting. “That’s it, baby, get tight on me…come, Eden, come for me.”

His voice is rough with desire, and the lust there is what I need to send me over the edge. My legs begin to quake, my cunt clenching down on his rigid length in long, awe-inducing spasms. My mouth drops open on a silent scream, no air to be found in order to make a single noise. All that can be heard is the furious slapping of our skin as my eyes roll back.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he grunts, gripping my ankles and holding them in the air as he drives into me, my orgasm cresting again.

“F-fuuuuck,” I sob. He slams into me like a savage, my climax just barely ebbing, my pussy still rhythmically clenching him. When it’s slowed, he rips himself out of me and strokes his cock so fast his hand is a blur. Ropes of white, sticky cum splatter my stomach, thighs and cunt. It mingles with pinkish hued blood, and we both pant, unable to catch our breath for a few long moments.

But when his eyes catch mine, he sinks down on top of me, blanketing me with his warmth and his weight. I’m shivering. And holding back tears. Tears he must have seen.

“Eden,” he breathes, cradling my skull, tucking me up under his chin. “Eden, fuck, did I hurt you, baby?”

“No,” I whisper quickly, shaking my head against his flushed skin, breathing him in and calming further. “That just…it felt so good. And I’m…I’m happy it was with you.”

He releases a heavy sigh of relief and squeezes me tighter, pressing a kiss to my hairline, his other fingers trailing up my spine comfortingly. “When you’re ready, I brought some wine. Strawberry, to be exact.”

My head pops up, my eyes misting over again, but for an entirely different reason this time. “You…really?”

“Of course,” he says, smirking. But his smile fades, and his eyes search mine. “Eden…I’m not just saying things when I tell you that…that I’m obsessed with you. That you’re mine. You’re all I am ever going to want. It’s not going to change or fade. Doesn’t that scare you?”

The vulnerability spilling from those damning eyes turns him into a little boy, one the little girl in me wants to hold tightly and comfort forever. I glare at him even as elation soars through me, the aching pain between my legs ebbing.

“No, Teddy. As long as you make me one promise.”

He quirks his brow, hand snaking to my ass and giving me a squeeze. “Not fair, you know I’ll agree to anything.”

I smile. “You’ll like this, I think.”

His smile is so tragically beautiful that it hurts me physically to behold it. I never want to go a day without seeing it. I’d probably lose my mind and perish into nothing, and thus begins my own descent into madness. “What is it, little ghost?”

“That one day, we get out of the circus together, and we come live here.”

He strokes the hair from my cheek, enraptured as he stares at me, our legs intertwined on the soft bed as the asylum groans its assent. All is soft and silent, the candles throwing shadows on the walls as the phantoms hold their breath and await their master’s answer.

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