Page 104 of Collateral Damage

Fear.

She's scared?

“Promise me you will stay right here.” She man handles me, rattling me with writing between the lines I don't understand. She’s trying to say something, I can feel it. But what? She looks like I’m dying in front of her very eyes as she tries to pump life back inside me.

“Of course I will. With you.”

She begins to speak to me with sentiment and it makes me uneasy seeing her so vulnerable. Being so raw, using words I've never heard come out of her mouth.“You need to know, that whatever happens, you made me a better woman.”

She slowly feels my insides, dipping inside me, agonisingly slowly like she’s savouring how I feel around her fingers as she rests her temple against mine, panting against the sensitive flesh behind my ear.

“What's wrong Hayden?” I hum, my tone laced with concern but she won’t look at me, pressing her ear against my mouthto listen to my cries as she heaves against me, puffing out her chest to lay against mine, so close I can feel her heart vibrating through my rib cage.

“Nothing. I just wanted you to know.” I'd believe her if she wasn’t tugging me so tightly she was ripping my skin, clamping down on my neck like if she so much as lets go slightly I will fall out of her arms. I kiss softly against her cheek, warm and rough as I rub against her scars, breathing in her scent as I focus solely on the sound of her quivering groans, letting out a tiny yelp as she pulls out of me slowly, gripping underneath my legs to carry me like a bride to the bed. It’s like our little rendezvous finally let her relax, allowing her to be soppy without fear of judgement as I kiss the creases in her cheeks where her smile lines sit before she lays me down against the sheets, worshipping me from the ankles up.

Play - ‘Vertigo (Acoustic) - Jutes’

“A life without you in it terrifies me,Alora.” She murmurs against my skin and those words terrify me. I can’t picture a world where she’s no longer by my side.

“Well I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.I promise.”

She reaches my chest, smearing her bottom lip against my sweaty skin like kissing is not enough, like she needs to physically eat my essence and I ache at her yearning for me, letting my submission submerge me under that blissful blanket of freedom she feeds me. She’s suffocating me with her entire being like we are now one and it’s reminding me of the first time she took my body and soul. The only difference is this time, I know what to expect and I've never wanted anything more. I push my legs apart inviting her to find her salvation in me, clawing at the contorted bones that make up her face as I kiss her deeply, letting her work her way around my mouth. This connection we share is indescribable as much as it is soulcrushing. She's now part of me and I don’t think I’ve ever felt more complete which pinches at my chest as I realise she could be ripped away from me at any moment if we are not careful. This forbidden life we are living is dangerous but danger is my new Love language.

“Be my gravebaby girl.” My eyes flicker with lust and concern as she gives me no time to reply, undoing her jeans and pushing herself inside me, biting my bottom lip until I squeak like pain transfer, letting her in easier until she’s coated. Hearing how wet I am she loses herself inside me and it's a sight I will never tire of, only whining for her voice like a needy puppy. I want to hear how I make her feel. I want her to show me what I do to her. How I make her question everything about herself through the velocity of her thrusts, pining for me like she cannot survive without me. I need to know I’m not crazy. That she is just as delusional as I as we run from our responsibilities like teenagers. Living in secret to rebel against this society set to destroy us.

“Let me bury myself 6ft inside your sweetcunt.”

I jolt as the back of my head pushes into the pillow, feeling her indignation as she ploughs into me full of prominent frustration and I don’t know what this feeling is. But it’s not an average orgasm as I pool between my legs, crushing my thighs against her hips in embarrassment as I twitch against her.Did I just squirt?She forces my legs back open, pushing just her pelvis into my dripping pussy, gripping to my knees as she watches her length slide in and out of my hole painfully slowly, licking the curve underneath her lip like a freak as the Devil resurfaces through her grin, one I now strangely miss when it’s not present on her kissable face.

“DirtyPuppet. Making such a mess for me.” Her thumb finds my bud in my arousal, playing with me like velvet against herfingertips and I shudder, feeling that sensation creep back in with intent on ruining me. “Do it again.”

She strums at my sensitive spot as she dips her strap inside, feeling myself shaking on the end of her cock.

“Look at that…” She hisses through her teeth, analysing my juices over her length, groaning in pure pleasure, admiring how she is my insatiable ruin as she pushes back inside me feeling each inch slide against my walls nudging a jolted gasp from my throat as she suddenly refuses to let me breathe. Her hand clamps down around my throat until I’m near on seeing the midnight constellations, focusing on only the brightest stars in front of me as she searches the adventure in my gleaming eyes, glossy with light tears but I’m grinning like a psychopath.She really is rubbing off on me.

“When you’re not around me. This? This is all I feel.” She squeezes tighter, looking at me like she’s waiting for me to fight back but I lay there and take it until the corners of my eyes pinch black, embracing her emotions like they are my own, relishing in the guilty pleasure that cuts through me every time she confesses to me that I am her lifeline. Eight months ago she wanted to be the one to take my life but now she fears it so deeply I fear she wouldn’t survive without me and it’s sickly comforting. We are, in sickness and in health, hungry for vows to tie us to one another, in this life and the next but we don’t need rings for that. Only our tongues.

She lets go letting me suck in air, still deep inside me. My hips buck as she gently builds pressure, her warm fingertips playing with my slit, gliding effortlessly against my cum as she coats her finger, tasting it between the slit in her tongue sending chills up my spine.

“What do I taste like?” I mumble with hesitance as she eyes me curiously, knowing I've tasted myself, but I want to know what I taste liketo her.

“Salvation.”She says that word so seductively I may just cum, fixated on the way she cleans up my mess and it cramps up my entire torso as I tense to stop myself from letting go all over her cock but it’s no use as another wave hits me, this time more violent, more desperate, making me rock into her to finish the job and she does as instructed, giving me that sweet release as she pushes me over the edge.

“Cum for me,Alora,be agood girl babyand show me how goodDaddytakes care of you…” There is something in the way she says my name with such desperation that allows me to let go, trying to ignore why she said my name like she’s never going to say it again, but I cool down, panting out my exhaustion. I convulse underneath her as she paints kisses all over my muggy skin, wiping my messy barnet from my face, unsticking it from my cheeks as she grins in amusement at my fatigue.“You’re so cute.”

She does nothing but peer down her nose at me, tilting her head as she watches me try to cover up my non-existent dignity, embarrassed to know I just made one hell of an unintentional mess and she loves that she has broken yet, anotherfirst. She’s wearing a shit eating grin that makes my pussy clench, curious to know what she's thinking behind those sinister blades, stabbing me with force keeping me frozen as she leans in slowly, lining my top and bottom lip with her split tongue. It sucks a blissful moan from the depths of my fading orgasm, already pulsating to feel her again but I can feel my sugar levels depleting right now. I’m absolutely exhausted and I'm going to hurt tomorrow, trying to crawl back to the land of the living as the gentle caress of her lips send me immediately sleepy, shushing down my ear which has become a ritual to help me sleep. To scare my demons away.

“Hayden…”I barely get my words before her finger finds my lips as she lays down beside me, even though she has no idea what I want to say.

“Tell me tomorrow…”

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Play - ‘Carry You - Ruelle, Fleurie’

My subconscious wakes before my eyes, feeling my face rising and falling for a moment before I realise.

I’m lying on her chest -

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