Page 59 of Tainted Serenity

The tension between us fills the atmosphere with so much delicacy it’s almost tangible. My eyes stare into her, unable to look away for a second, and I see the demons lingering behind her well-structured surface, waiting to come forth and destroy her being. She’s hurting, just like I am. This place is slowly suffocating us, stealing our life essence, akin to a python’s suffocating grip, depleting the oxygen in our lungs.

“When will this stop?” she whispers, even if it’s only the two of us inside the room.

It’s a rather impersonal space with a doctor’s examination chair in the middle that makes unease trickle down my spine, an eerie sensation taking over. It reminds me of the old times I’ve heard about in history books when they usedlobotomieson people like us. In another life, we would be executed for the mental illnesses swimming under the surface.

“I don’t know,” I answer Naya truthfully.

She briefly closes her eyes,exhalinga breath, and I hate the fact that she’s hurting while I can do nothing about it. With my fingers, I lift her chin until her discolored eyes meet mine.

“But I promise you this. We will get out of here, one way or another.”

As if she sees the determination in my eyes, her tongue wets her lips, sending a jolt of desire straight to my cock. Her eyes speak volumes, looking at me as if she begs me to devour her essence.

“Don’t look at me like that,” I nearly growl.

“Like what?” she teases me, the atmosphere crippling with sexual tension.

“Like you want me to steal the very breath in your lungs. You know I could if I wanted to, and you’re not ready for me to unleash the beast within me.”

I swear her breath catches in her throat, her chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. “I’m not afraid of you.”

It feels as though an explosion erupts within me, as if a wolf resides inside my ribcage, using its claws in a relentless attempt to break free. She makes me lose my mind more than I am ready to admit.

“You should be,” I whisper, leaning into her so my mouth is right beside her ear. I watch the hair on the nape of her neck rise from goosebumps while a shudder takes over. “You should be very scared of me.”

Longing and desire are combined in her gaze, begging me to fuck her and causing my cock to strain against my boxers in a painful grip. Her hand finds the outside of my pants, squeezing my cock and sending need through me, and I growl like a goddamn animal, feeling more like a wolf than a man.

“Careful, my darling.”

She only gives me a smirk at my warning as she lowers to her knees, hiking my jeans below my knees before removing my boxers. I cannot stop staring at her, anticipating her next move, and loving how bold she is.

She has come a long way since I first saw her inside the prison walls of Dankworth Institute, a lone soul needing depravity and an outcome.

My cock springs free, bobbing against my navel from how hard it is, before I grab her hair in a harsh twist. Eyes hooded with desire, she brings her lips closer to my crotch, wrapping them around my erection and causing a groan to slip from deep within me. She moves with precision, switching between sucking and licking me. It’s enough for me to want to rip the control she has over me right out of her hands, only to have her submit to me entirely.

I tighten the grip on her hair, prompting her to suck me, drool dripping out of the corner of her mouth as she looks at me.

She’s a goddess. A depraved, delicious one who doesn’t obey anyone’s rules.

“Oh fuck,” I moan.

I cannot help the way my hips buck against her, the back of her throat gagging my cock as more drool spills from her mouth. She takes me with sloppy movements, bobbing up and down on me. It isn’t until I’m on the edge of coming down her throat that I pull away from her, knowing that if I let her continue, I won’t be able to truly feel her.

My body trembles from teeming desire, and I help her stand up. With the sleeve of my shirt, I wipe away the drool from her mouth before kissing her. It isn’t a normal kiss. There’s a wonderful kind of violence in the act, as if we want to rend each other. It’s always been like this between us. No softness, not really, and only a pure, exquisite need for each other to devour and own, claim and possess.

My tongue meets hers as the kiss becomes deeper, and I feel her legs squeeze, making a smirk spread on my lips.

“I don’t think you understand how insufferable it has been without you. You’re the anchor I need to keep me afloat,” I mumble into the eerie silence that descends over the room.

Because this is Naya, my precious little doll, who has seen and experienced my weaknesses and strengths. And if that isn’t terrifying, then I don’t know what is.

She strokes my cheek, and I lean into her touch involuntarily, as if it’s welcoming me home. She is my goddamn home, for fuck’s sake, and I don’t know how I couldn’t have realized it before. The mere thought of it has beastly insects swarming in my stomach.

“Me too, my love,” she says with devastation in her eyes. “If we’re caught–”

I immediately shut her up, using my hand to trail toward the edge of her dress as I gently glide it up above her waist, giving me access to her panties. Brushing my finger against her clit, she bucks her hips in desperate need.

“This fucking shit house ain’t going to keep me from you. They can try all they want to separate us, but there is nothing that will prevent me from being with you, little doll.”

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