Page 103 of My Lovely Tragedy
He encases me in him. Pushing me down, lifting me up. Tugging, pulling. Yanking and scratching.
He’sgone.Lost inside the bliss in his psyche and the rest that is festering throughout his body.
I push against the pressure and gag, instinctually pulling away before forcing myself back down when air easily slips inside. I do not want that. I do not want any of this to be easy.
I want my belovedcorvusto bruise and maim. Destroy and violate.
Ruin and kill.
Groaning, I bury my nose in his pubic hairs, bare my teeth, andswallow.
“Oh, God. Oh, fuck.Fuuuuck, Tobias.” Brooklyn’s legstremble,vibrating my bones, humming in my blood. I glance up in time to watch his back bow and his throat elongate.
My teeth scrape along the satin skin of his erection as it thickens and pulses, stretching my lips past their capacity. I feel the thin skin rip at the corners, adding a twinge of copper to the tang of sweat andBrooklyn.
Faint traces of salt linger on my taste buds as my darling throbs directly down my throat and into my body. I force myself to keep swallowing, wrestling with the urge to pull back.To breathe.
Only this.
My own inferno licks higher as Brooklyn blurs into me, and I feel everything he does. The blinding waves of euphoria. The excruciating scrape of teeth against raw nerve-endings.The serenity of letting go.
Letting go…
Brooklyn goes limp, melting into the cushions. His hands fall to his sides with a jarring clank, legs dropping like their weight is far too great to hold. But his body continues to vibrate beneath me, convulsing sporadically with every draw of my mouth.
The first squeak of noise draws my attention—a small, incidental thing. But then, he groans—a sound of pain melded beautifully with deep-seated exhaustion. His arms lift and find rest in my hair. He tugs at my strands, but it’s pitiful. “S-stop. Hu-urts,” he stutters, teeth chattering.
I follow the line of his quivering lips up to his eyes, wide and glassy. Pleading and desperate.
Lovely.
Humming, I close my eyes, reveling in the softness against my tongue. He’s flaccid and warm with the occasional twitch.Hurting.Overstimulation can truly feel agonizing, but my darling is such a fiend for it.
“Tobias.” A hiccup, wet with mucus. Scrambling fingers, trembling legs. With a sigh of regret, I let him slip from my lips. Saliva strings between us, thick with his semen. I swipe my fingers through it and bring them to my mouth, ensuring I ingest every part of him.
The second my fingers fall from my mouth, Brooklyn’s reaching for me, pulling me down on top of him. I land with a grunt, still dizzy and aching with devotion. A velvety, drunken, “Need you,”flutters into my ear, quickly followed by a low snore and the even rise and fall of his chest against mine.
As I listen to the sound of him breathing, alive and sated, his befuddled admission festers at the forefront of my mind—a once desirable concession now stained with every regrettable action I have ever taken against him.
It was easy to push down before. To let my selfish wants consume and tarnish. To ignore the effects—accept them even—as desirable and perfect.
And they are, still. My lovely darling, begging me to leave his chains on. Falling into me with words of destruction.Needing and aching, breathing my air and bleeding into my gut.
But now, he needs me, just as I need him, and that is far more tragic than life itself.
I have ruined him.
I’ve altered the very structure of his DNA to wrap around my own strands. Eradicating and becoming one. Shared air and blood. Bones and tendons. Cells and atoms.
I have made him for me. My most beautifulcorvus.
But now, I must abide by my repentant promise. Ensure he regrets me and every moment we have shared together with a vehemence that will follow me beyond.
It’s the only way he will survive. And he needs to. Life would be far too dull and vacant without his golden radiance.
And because I’m the bastard I am, I hope he never forgets, as I never will.
Since meeting him, I have finally known what it is like to not be alone, and I do not wish to experience that disconnect again. But perhaps, that is just as I deserve.
