Page 111 of Demise

As her eyelids flicker, I curl myself around her, gently stroking my hands through her hair as she dreams. I hope it’s a beautiful one. One where she is in the water, getting lost in how long she’s been in with no sign of getting out. I hope in her dreams I’m there, always within arms reach. I hope that we’re away from Salem for good, and I hope the Brethren is burned to a crisp at her hands like the queen she truly is.

I purposefully drag my fingers a little close to her face, startling her awake. Those bright green orbs flash to me, filled with alarm before recognition flickers in them and they soften.

“Vincent?” she whispers softly.

I nod as I continue running my fingers through her hair. I don’t get the chance to finish my movement before she is on top of me. Her mouth presses to mine before frantic kisses are spread across my face and down my neck. I arch into her touch, letting out a soft groan as I lift my hips and grind my rock hard cock against her thigh. I’ve been hard since I first saw her laying here, and touching her only made that problem worse.

She grabs the waistband of her shorts, sliding them down and off her legs as she grabs my jeans, beginning to unbutton them.

“I’ve missed you so much,” she whines. “I need you.”

“I’m all yours,” I say as I let her take the wheel.

Her hand slips inside my pants, pulling out my cock. Her breath catches softly, and I know that she found her surprise.

“What—”

“Do you like it?” I ask.

Her eyes stare down at my cock, seemingly in awe. The intricate design of a siren is wrapped around it, her name scribed up the tail that stretches all the way down to the base.

“You tattooed your cock, for me?” she asks, seemingly stunned.

I frown at her. I’m not sure why she’s surprised. As if there was anything in this world that I wouldn’t do for her. I would have had the guy cut out my goddamn heart and tattoo her name on it if I thought it would bring a smile to her face.

“Of course. It’s yours.”

She frowns, shaking her head in disbelief. “I just…didn’t that hurt?”

“No.”

Yes, like a motherfucker. I don’t want her to know that, though. She’d get all sad and sympathetic, and that’s not what this moment is supposed to be about.

When she looks up at me again, her frown is gone but replaced by two glossy eyes, brimming with tears that are about to fall.

“Why is this the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me?” she asks on a choked sob.

“Shhh,” I hush. “Don’t cry, siren. Just come here. Come ride your cock.”

She looks at me and nods, straddling me before slowly sinking herself down. When she’s seated, we both let out a moan. Goddamnit, I’ve missed this. Missed her. I haven’t been able to even jerk off since I got this thing, trying to let it heal. I knew it was the perfect time to do it, because there was no time ever again that I was going to go without having my siren for over two weeks.

As she lifts up, I see her look down, watching me sliding in and out of her wet cunt. She throws back her head and cries out.

“Oh my God. That is so fucking hot.”

“Yes, you are, siren. Fuck me like you missed me.”

Her hips begin gyrating, and I hold onto her tightly as I help guide her. I feel her hand reach back, cupping my balls as she begins massaging them. Another shock of pleasure runs through me at the feeling and I begin thrusting harder to compensate.

“Fuck,” I grumble.

“Am I doing okay?” she asks, like the silly girl needs to ask.

“You do more than okay from just fucking breathing, siren. Do you have any goddamn idea how much I used to watch you before? How often I’d jerk off just to the sight of you?”

She scrunches up her nose as her thrusts slow.

“Like, stand around a corner and stroke your cock.”

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