Page 72 of Tear Me Down
I love her…
So much so, that it physically pains me…
Have I done this all wrong? Turned her into something that even her friends and family don’t recognize? Did I influence her in the wrong ways and twist her mind to become something she never should’ve been? Is she so accustomed to pain that she’s pushing it all away to appease me?
I made hermine.
She. Is. Mine.
But what has that cost her?
What am I doing to her?
I can feel my sanity slipping away. These thoughts keep creeping their way into my mind and I can’t make them go away. The only time they’re silenced is when my blade is plunged into someone’s heart or my dick is buried inside of her. When I’m home, right where I need to be.
She lays perfectly still next to me, the only movement is the slow rise and fall of her chest, and her heartbeat mimicking mine. The soft curl of her body against me flows so perfectly—every curve fitting conforming to me like a puzzle that waited years to be completed. I nuzzle my nose in her hair and allow the certainty of her smell to travel through my sinuses and seep in my chest. Her scent settles much like the sun does when it comes out after a storm and absorbs all of the remnants of the disaster.
There was no initial plan to take her while she’s sleeping, but that overwhelming need that I feel with her is consuming me again, urging me to find peace inside her and bury myself so deeply that the thoughts can’t possibly resurface. I know she needs her sleep, but we’ll have plenty of time over the next few days to get some much-needed rest. Not just sleep.Rest. The kind where our minds go quiet and the only worry we’ll have is what breakfast I'll make and bring to her in bed. She needs that reprieve just as much as I do, and no matter how hard she tries to hide it, I can see right through her.
I move my arm to tease the soft skin along her breasts, and my body instantly reacts, hardening just at slightest touch of her body. Her skin pebbles with goosebumps, responding to me even in her peaceful state, and her nipples peak in reply. This everlasting, electric current between us is what always has me pining for her—a physical representation of how our souls intertwine with one another. Something as simple as a graze of our fingertips, and we both come alive.
My fingers then trail lower, tracing small circles on her stomach, up to her side, and then a little lower to her hip. They search for a spot that I haven’t caressed yet, but they won’t find one. Over the past few months, I’ve made sure there isn’t a single inch of her that hasn’t felt my touch, and there will never be a piece of her that goes without it for too long. There should never be a moment when she can’t smell or feel me around her, even if we’re apart.
The way my fingers trickle down her thigh is intoxicating, affecting me deeply as I feel the delicious skin on the inside of her leg. Each brush of her surface sends a bolt of energy through my nerves, creating a feeling of ecstasythroughout my body and coercing me to have more like an addiction. I’m a fiend, and she’s the only vice I’d happily overdose on. If I die inside of her, I’ll be in heaven long before my heart stops beating.
As I lift her limb delicately and drape it over my hip, I admire the sight of her now exposed pussy—reveling in how she’s always worked up for me. Even as I run my hand over her sensitive cunt, I can feel her arousal slip against my palm. She groans softly in her sleep at the contact, and I can’t help but grin against her hair, knowing that she’s getting more aroused with every passing second.
I start to circle her clit, working deliberate and tight circles around the bundle of nerves as I adjust my position slightly—moving the arm that’s wrapped underneath her so I can grasp her breast. A moan escapes her mouth as I pinch her nipple between two fingers, and her hips thrust forward in a miniscule motion, sending a small shiver of victory through my spine. In a mocking movement, I thrust forward as well, teasing her entrance with the tip of my cock and coercing another moan from her lips.
She begins to stir, rocking back against me and teasing herself with my length. A small whimper passes her lips when I almost push inside her, but slide past at the last moment, and I can feel her body tense in my hold. She’s almost desperate for me now, and I can feel that as she continues to shift. After one more teasing motion, I give her what she wants, sliding into her slowly as I pinch her clit simultaneously, and I can feel her walls already fluttering around me. I can’t help but groan as I fully seat myself inside her and feel the pleasure spread throughout my body as she grips me like a vice. She moans louder and opens her eyes groggily, obviously adjusting as she moves an arm up to grip my hair.
“Good morning, my love,” I whisper in her ear as I kiss along her neck, sighing as I start to move in and out of her. She bites her bottom lip as she starts to move with me and adjusts to grip her own leg instead.
“Good morning…” she groggily says as I pull her leg back more and thrust deeper inside her, giving her more of what she needs.
“I have a surprise for you,” I whisper again, moving back to her nipple and pulling it out lightly as I pinch. She whimpers the sweetest sound, and I roll us over onto her stomach, never losing the sensual rhythm. Her body shivers beneath me, clearly reacting to the change in position and approving of it. She hums and lifts her hips so she can push back against me with every movement, needing more force from me. I happily comply, pushing into her with more drive, but keeping my sensual speed.
“There’s more?” she mutters. I move her hair away from her face and throat, gripping the back of her neck as I claim her lips in a passionate, bruising kiss.
“There’s always more for you, baby,” I say before I kiss her again. “I’m going to take you away for a few days. Nowhere far, but somewhere that we can be alone without having to anticipate what’s going to happen next.” I pick up the pace, causing her back to arch even more. My hand reaches up to her nowoutstretched arm and I entangle my fingers with hers, giving her something to hold onto before I completely wreck her.
I continue to play with her clit, stroking it and flicking it how she likes as I fuck her harder and faster, reveling in the way her walls start to tighten around me. Her body bounces back perfectly, matching my movements in perfect sync. Whether she admits it or not, I can tell that waking up to sex is her favorite time. It could be from the grogginess, or the blissed state she eases out of, but it doesn’t take long to push ourselves into oblivion, and with the pressure building at the base of my spine at the same rate her body tenses, I know it won’t be much longer for either of us.
“I’m taking you to the lake for three days. No phones, no missions, and no stress. Just us and solitude.” I grip her neck harder and pull her head back, causing her to arch more and thrust myself in deeper. “How does that sound?”
“Perfect…” She moans loudly and clamps around me just before she cries out. Her walls clench down and pulse, flooding my cock and making my balls tighten. I drive in relentlessly, pumping only a few more times before I bottom out and spill inside her, instantly draining my body of the tension. She’s fully awake now, grinning and tingling with bliss as she buzzes with energy, clearly thrilled about the idea of a getaway.
“And that’s only the beginning, baby.” She reaches back and kisses me tenderly, melting against me as I relax on her, folding like a love-sick fool. With how she’s molding perfectly to my shape, she’d sink into my soul if I let her.
“When do we leave?” she whispers against my lips.
“As soon as we get your bag packed.”
She smirks at me and starts to move, truly excited to go, so I pull out of her and watch as she practically jumps off the bed to grab a suitcase.
While she started off excited, as we’ve made the hour and a half drive towards the small cabin we’ll be staying in, she’s quickly gotten tired again. It could be the soothing car ride, or the fact that she woke up with my dick inside her, but this is exactly what’s worrying me. It only took us an hour to shower and pack, and then a little over an hour drive now, and she already looks like she could fall back asleep. She’s still happy to go, and I can feel her excitement, but the way the fatigue covers her face only brings the concern back at full force. I hope this is as good for us as I plan it to be.
Making the short drive yesterday to set up was worth it, and a much-needed reprieve before the chaos—both at the Attic and then once theAndersons showed up. It's a small, one-bedroom lake cabin, but I wanted her to really relax while we're there. I could've rented some expensive lake house, but she wouldn’t have been comfortable there, and we didn’t need the extra room. So, I decided to make this place into our intimate little getaway. Some light decorating and stocking it full of the things she loves didn’t take long.
