Page 101 of My Lovely Tragedy
It’s a volatile exchange. One that assures mutual immolation.
But there’s something not said about it… it feels fucking amazing to do the wrong thing. Even knowing you’ll never come out the other side—and if you do, you’ll forever be ruined.
It’s almost worth it.
An exhale. Slow and controlled across the side of my neck before he pulls back and moves his hands to my waist again. “Anything for you, my beloved crow.Anything.” He drags my pants off, one leg at a time. Careful to lift each one and touch every inch of bare skin he can.
By the time the pants are gone and my legs are back around him, I’m shivering, blinking through the alcohol-induced haze lingering around the edges of my vision.
I strain against it, a whine ripping out of my throat. Because for the first fucking time in my life,I hate being intoxicated.
Oh, how the tables have turned.
I dig my fingers into his hair, and I gasp at the chaste drag of his mouth over my chest, across one nipple. Circling around the bud and making it peak. I yank by grip alone, ripping his mouth away, leaving him staring at me with black eyes and glistening lips.
An animal devouring its prey.
“Kiss me,” I beg, pulling him toward me, my eyes never straying from the dark cavern of his mouth. Tobias concedes and lets himself be maneuvered, but mere seconds before our mouths collide, he jerks away and burrows into my neck instead.
A whine ruminates. I yank at his hair, ripping strands from his scalp by the fistful, but he doesn’t budge. Tobias shakes his head against me, a fervent denial.
“Please.”I need to taste you. Just once… just to know.
To be sure.
“I can’t, baby,” he croaks. And that’s when I realize my neck is wet with a lot more than just my sweat—or even his.
My heart palpitates, sending a shockwave through my sternum. My lungs quit contracting as Tobias’s salty essence soaks into my skin. And then, my body convulses with a painful splinter. “Why won’t you kiss me? Why can’t you fucking give me this after everything I’ve given you! I shouldn’t even want it—but I do. And you said I could have anything. Anything, Tobias, but you lied! Again! YOU LIED.” I shove against him, all of a sudden hating the weight of his body. The scent of vanilla and honey and the fuckingbloodcaked beneath.
I’m raging with hysteria. My lungs fill too fast. Not enough. Every bone aches in the script of his name. His voice vibrates against my skin as he mumbles more fucking lies, resisting and pushing, and I can’tstand it anymore.
“Get off! Tobias, get the fuck off.” My fingers curl into his sweater, and I fist it, and when the outline of thatfucking keydigs into my palm, I yank until it chokes him. His breath stutters. Matching mine.
“I didn’t mean to lie. I—I do mean anything. But Ican’t.Not that, but anything—anything else.”
“I don’t believe you,” I croak, suddenly feelingso tired.Why am I even fighting him? I don’t want to. But… he doesn’t want me like that. And itcutsbecause I fucking do, andI’m the one who shouldn’t. Not him.
“Fuck!” I gasp as Tobias’s fingers wrap around my dick, just below my head. His palm slides down my shaft in a glide rough enough to make me hiss, even as my hips jerk upward. “T-Tobias?—”
“Shh, darling.Just need.” He gives my own words back to me, andfuckif that’s not intoxicating. And he’s touching me. His flesh is against mine. Hard and soft and rough. Gentle and desperate.
My back bows when he circles my base and lifts my length from my abdomen. The tip grazes the buttery soft material of his sweater, making my eyes roll back at the strange friction. Tobias, of course, catches it—even in the dim light.
He’s hovering above me, but the points we do connect draw their own focal point. His left arm starts moving between us, a slow drag against my stomach, up my cock. The haze grows out and down, hotter and heavier. But it’s his breath that ignites me. He’s panting. Lips parted, gaze swallowing me fucking whole.
I feel the tremble of his right arm struggling to keep his weight. My fingers clamp around his forearm, just below his elbow. It draws his eyes for a split second. They flick to my hand, to my face, up and down every inch before he pushes himself up onto his knees.
He releases my dick, and the resoundingthwackof it hitting my stomach echoes loudly around us. And then, he’s sliding down, pushing my left leg the rest of the way off the couch as he hunches over, spine curving as he settles between my legs.
I blink at him, hands trembling against my concaved stomach. “Tobias, what?—”
He grips my dick, smooths his fingers through the mass of curls with a tenderness that contradicts the obsidian hunger burning in his eyes. “Shh.It’s okay.” A flare of damp breath. “Let me.”
It’s okay.
It’s okay…
“Ohhh,fuuuck me,” I groan at the first swipe of his tongue. A lick of fire. My hands lift from my abdomen and find solace in Tobias’s curls as he… my mouth falls open as a fire rages up my nostrils and into my eyes. He’s… I lift my head off the cushion to stare down at him, panting. His lips are moving softly against my glans. Gentle caresses and laving swipes. With his necklace of bruises and a halo made of chains.
