Page 25 of Strangled
With one hand on his hip, fingers digging deep enough to mar his beautiful flesh, I use the other to grip his nape and haul him back against me,needinghim crushed to me. I sink my teeth into his neck, digging as deep as I can and only, finally, fucking breathing when I taste his blood on my tongue.
He cries out, the sound loud enough to make my ears ring. I lap at the wound my teeth created, sucking bruises into his wonderfully tasteful skin. We’re impossibly still, neither of us moving as I sit fully seated inside of him, his channel clenching around me intermittently. But it’s becoming unbearable to resist the urge to take him—to claim him.
To make him mine for fucking ever.
Lyken turns his head slightly, and his lips find mine in a rough clash of teeth. His own sink into my bottom lip with relish, digging in deep until I feel my own thick, scarred flesh break open.
It’s blindingly painful, feeling my skin ripped open. Anger flashes hot and fast. My hips thunder upwards, and I use my grip on his waist to keep him pinned in place, ensuring my penetration is painfully deep.
Lyken’s scream of pain is the sweetest sound I have ever heard. It’s even better than the pleasantly vivid memory of my mother begging for my mercy as I slashed her, as I stole her life from her body like she stole mine countless years ago.
My fingers scrape along his scalp as I fuck into him, my own eyes scrunched closed from the brutal intensity. Lyken is a pliant, whimpering mess, clutching helplessly to me as I take him any which way I please.
It’s a heady feeling, knowing he’s already so gone for me. He doesn’t know who I am, what I’m capable of, and yet, he searched me out. He fuckingfoundme—a part of me I never imagined another soul would ever witness.
He’s a fool if he thinks he’ll ever escape my grasp.
“Mine. Forever,” I breathe against his lips before shoving my tongue inside and wrapping it around his. He sucks on mine, making my cock twitch inside of him. Need wells deeper, coming from a barren, isolated part of myself I never knew existed until this—until him.
It wraps around my nerves like a vice, suffocating me in every way, pushing me to the brink.
Lyken shoves his arm between our torsos and grabs his cock. I rip my mouth away from his to watch as he jerks himself violently, squeezing his shaft past the point of pleasure. His glans turn a deep shade of purple from his abuse.
I’ve never seen a more beautiful color.
His head falls back, rolling between his shoulders. His body jerks from my brutal thrusts into him, his channel rippling around me, squeezing, sucking me in deep, deeper.
He’s shrouded by shadows, but the lights from between the slots cast a magnificent, eerie glow over his glistening skin. Sweat clings to him, dripping and rolling down his limber body.
His dark lashes flutter against his cheekbones, his eyelids finally cracking open since I first shoved into his heat. My hips falter, my eyes glued to his face, painfully desperate to see his eyes so close.
At the first glimpse, my hand slaps over his face, blocking his eyes from sight. “Fuck, let me go.” Lyken’s hand grips my own, attempting to pull me off. I watch with intense focus as his bloodied fingers slide over my scars, but he doesn’t react. It’s almost as if he doesn’t even notice them—but I know he must. Their texture is all I’ve ever known. I’m painfully aware of how distinguishable they truly are.
It's then I notice that we’re not moving again. We’re both perfectly motionless. Me still achingly hard inside of him, his channel throbbing. We’re panting, his legs wrapped tight around my waist, my hand clutching his hip, the other on his face.
His own hands are grasping at my arm now, determined to pull me off. As quickly as I can, I yank away from his grip and snatch his nape, shoving him into my neck again. I like him there much better, anyway.
The new position has his back arching, changing the depth of my length inside of him. He slides off my dick, and the more of my shaft that’s exposed to the humid air, the more my skin crawls. I need to be buried inside of him until I can’t fucking breathe.
He rocks his hips, fucking himself on my dick. Hot air fans over my neck as he pants, working himself into a frenzy. I can vaguely hear my own grunts and moans as they mix with his mewls and whimpers.
All I can see, feel, taste, is Lyken on me, in me, wrapped around me.
It’s a deeply exquisite pleasure—one I know I’ll need forever. My thrusts become faster, despite the ache in my legs from the position. Lyken’s slamming down onto my length, the sound of flesh slapping together ringing loud as it bounces off the close walls. His hole makes delicious, wet squelching sounds as he slides over me again and again in a state of frenzy.
“Oh, fuck. Shit, I—Fuck!” Lyken’s choked rambling turns into a hoarse cry, his entire body locking up. His channel constricts around me, so fucking suffocating, my vision blacks out as he siphons my release straight from my fucking balls.
It’s an endless sensation—his dripping wet hole twitching around me, sending constant tremors wracking through me. My heart beats wildly against my breastbone, so painfully hard, I can feel it in my fingertips.
Lyken’s wrapped tightly against me, his entire body slumped over. His face is still pressed against my neck, his lips mouthing my scars. Heat floods my face involuntarily at the unfamiliar connection. Now that my senses are slowly coming back, I realize how odd it is for him to knowingly touch them.
The thought makes me pull away.
Lyken scrambles for purchase in my lap as I attempt to push him off. My dick is still seated inside him, and the commotion causes my half-hard length to slide deeper as he lowers his ass.
“Don’t. Don’t go. Don’t leave.” His voice is quiet.
It’s too quiet, as a matter of fact. I listen intently, but the sounds from Lyken’s friend are long gone.
