Page 57 of Nidev and Lyric

He cupped the back of her neck and pulled her in for a very nasty kiss. “You’re so much more than flattered, Doo-nie.” She gasped right in his mouth as his finger gently slid inside her pussy. “Youfuckinglove it. Say it.”

She said it with desperate moans of hunger and eager flicks of her hips.

He plunged in deep, smashing his fist against her body. “Say it.”

“I love it,” she confessed, getting another very nasty kiss and one of his pained groans. “Don’t stop,” she begged weakly, her head falling back as she reached for more.

His hand slid out and tore a ragged breath from her as her eyes slitted open in time to see him suck her from his fingers.

He went back to his needle work, every stab of pain somehow less than the previous, even though the area was on fire from repeated sticks. Her mind locked onto the unspoken things, the unanswered questions. She still had a million but was scared to ask. It felt like Russian roulette. One of her questions would splatter his soul all over the wall and she was terrified of that, of hurting him. No, of hurting him and not being able to save him.

He’d dealt with all of it, obviously, and no doubt had taken great pains to come to terms with it but… she still needed to know things that mattered, things that defined him. “Is she still there at your home in Italy? Being cared for?”

“Yes,” he murmured.

Something caught in her. A sound. It was the first hint of emotion he’d shown. Frustration maybe. Or something close to it. “Do you… see her?” she gently pried.

“Not for a while.” He tapped the needle. “But I need to.”

She heard it again. A quiet desperation. Then she wondered why he didn’t bring her there? So much space, so many people who could help care for her. Helpmendher. They even had a swamp full of nuns. Surely, he’d thought of it and there was a reason why. Was it the same problem as with her brother? The risk of travel?

No… that was a recent development.

Maybe he’d given up. Maybe it was too painful to have her close only to watch that nothing he did helped. But he still blamed himself for all of it even while knowing he was too young to have known better.

She understood that kind of senseless agony. It wasn’t really about fault, it was just about the pain and needing something to counter it, something that didn’t hurt others. A self-inflicted punishment for the tragedy the crime had caused.

If he couldn’t free her, then he’d at least suffer with her.

“Why don’t you bring her here?” she forced out, keeping her voice calm. “I would like to help you care for her. Maybe I can revive her with my famous nag frequency. I’ve been told I can drive out demons with it, because hell is less tormenting.”

She kept him in her peripheral sights, watching him work like she hadn’t said a word. But she knew he heard every syllable and was processing it. How he was taking it was the terrifying question. “Maybe we can fetch my brother and your sister allon one go. Then renovate one of those… cute swamp shacks I’ve seen and live there as a family.”

His fingers bit on her jaw and jerked her to his mouth, his tongue a punishing lash on hers. He stood and the bind on her body suddenly loosened, and he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to his room. She eyed his bed, her heart a wild hammer in her ribs as he laid her in it then turned her by her legs to face him. His hands went behind her knees and opened her wide, his gaze fixed on her privates.

“Keep them open,” he ordered on a single breath as he lowered his mouth and launched a ruthless pleasure war with the dirtiest open mouth French-kiss right on her clit.

“Oh, God, yes,” she gasped, holding herself open, legs already trembling.

He slipped a finger inside her and flicked his tongue over the aching tip in a maddening flutter that filled her with little electrical heat waves. When his finger reached bottom with a punishing jab and nasty grunt, she flew right apart.

He growled and dove on her clit, sucking it into his mouth as she grabbed hold of his head, nails digging, hips writhing while his finger twisted and curled in her, fueling every shudder till her eyes rolled in her head.

Her gasps eventually reached her own ears along with his satisfied, wicked moans. He was back to French-kissing her pussy, licking up every drop of the ecstasy with a devious pace. “My angel,” he marveled on her softly. “You were a shooting star. Fiercely brilliant and dying out before your time.”

“It was perfect,” she whispered with a smile, wondering what was next as she stroked his scalp with her fingers. “Would you like to be a shooting star now?”

“Mmm,” he said, the sound of a smile as he kissed her inner thighs. “Only my Doo-nie tonight.” He nibbled the sensitive skin. “This is where your next tattoo goes. It representssoul.” His pretty gaze met hers. “My crest will guard the doorway where divinity and humanity bind as one.”

Her jaw dropped with the clench of her heart. “That’s so romantic,” she whispered, watching him lavish the spot with his tongue. “And sounds painful,” she added as he drew her flesh between his lips and sucked till it pinched. “Ou-ee,” she complained softly, watching his pretty mouth spread in a grin, his eyes turning to her.

“Ou-ee.” He stood and she watched his seductive grin descend to her mouth, fingers biting on her jaw. “You just nibbled the head of my cock with that frequency.”

“I… seem to have hidden frequencies with you.” She chased his tongue with hers when he got serious with his kiss.

“I’ll find them all,” he swore, scooping her back up and carrying her to the kitchen for her next marking.

Mmm. She was sure he would find them all. And create some from scratch.

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