Page 79 of An Unexpected Ascension
A hate for myself, a hate for her.
There she is, the one woman in all of eternity that I shouldn’t want, sated and leaking with my seed. The worst part of it is that I fucking loved every second of being inside of her.
I crawl back over her, parting her lips with mine in a brutal kiss. Only this time, she doesn’t fight it. She doesn’t touch me thougheither, the back of her hands falling against the floor beside her head. I want her to, I want her to drag those nails down my chest, my shoulders, my back. I want to feel her fiery wrath in her fingertips, but her thighs fall open as if the effort from our joining had rendered her boneless.
My lip burns with each caress of her mouth, her tongue running over the fresh wound. My hand trails down her abdomen slowly until I reach the apex of her thighs. She moans into my mouth softly as I slip two fingers inside of her, playing with our release. I use my seed as I draw circles of pleasure, evoking one last orgasm to wretch through her. This time, as her insides convulse, tears gather at the corners of her eyes. The very image will star in many dreams to come.
I can’t stop my cock from hardening all over again, the tears streaming down her face everything I’ve fantasized about since setting eyes on her. Withdrawing my fingers, I slip them into her mouth and shove myself back inside her throbbing cunt.
The sound of her gags echo in my apartment as my fingers shove deeper and deeper still, until I’m halfway down her throat, my fist pressing against her widened mouth. Those tears leak profusely now, her green eyes glittering. I rut like a fucking animal, using her body to selfishly bring myself more pleasure.
It’s quicker this time and when I feel my balls tighten, I pull out, marring her belly with my seed. As I yank my fingers from her throat, she coughs, rising to her elbows. She inches herself back as if I could bring myself to use her a third time.
I only chuckle.
Light filtersthrough the drawn shades blanketing the glass wall, casting my apartment in that all too familiar red glow. It’s later than I meant to wake, our journey ahead longer than the length of day.
Too many creatures play at night, and I’d like to avoid that as much as possible.
I stretch beneath my covers, my body lighter than usual, the cause still lying asleep next to me. Flashes of glassy green eyes swirling with hatred and utter satiation tease me as I trail my gaze over her body wrapped in my sheets.
My fingertips draw featherlight circles along her cheekbone, rousing her from sleep. Her lashes flutter open meeting me with round jade gems. I should pluck them from her skull and mount them in my room as a trophy, but instead I found that forcing tears from them while I fucked her mercilessly sufficed just as well.
I brush my lips against hers and she stiffens.
“What the fuck.” Her palms push against my chest, slipping from beneath me.
I greet her with a teasing smirk, knowing I've worked my way under her skin. Her type of Hell was clear to me last night when she begged for me not to cherish her or treat her gently. If it weren’t for her wicked ways, I might have followed through, forcing her to hate every single second my cock coddled her.
“You act like we haven’t kissed before.”
“And I’d like you to act like it too!” She bites out, kicking her feet through each pant leg of her jeans.
“How can I when you were such a perfect little whore for me?”
I push myself to sit up, my back against the cool brick wall, watching her aggressively dress.
“I’m not your whore. I’m not your girlfriend. I’m your victim, okay?”
“Excuse me?” Her accusation heats my blood.
“I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you! You forced me into Hell. Kissed me, seduced me, and now you’re messing with me. Please just don’t fucking talk to me for a minute.”
Ripping the covers from my body, I round the bed, closing in on her. Still fully naked, she carefully avoids dropping her gaze from my eyes.
“You made a decision last night to let me fuck you.Youdid. You are not my victim; you are a willing participant,” I remind her. “And now you hate yourself for it.”
“I hateyoufor it!”
“Fuck me like we’re in Hell. Those were your words, Angel, I just gave you what you wanted.”
She seethes, vibrating with wrath and her skin flushing with fury. With each step forward, she steps back until she’s pressed against the wall. I lean in, my forearm planted beside her head, holding my weight.
Clutching my hardened cock, I whisper, “And I’ll hear those words every time I fuck myself. I’ll see your face wet with tears, your cunt so filled with my seed. It’s what I’ll be thinking about every time I close my eyes. I’ll be your nightmare in Hell, but you’ll by my fucking wet dream.”
I plant another malicious kiss along her lips, her body trembling with rage, before I leave her there to sort through her thoughts.
After our reckless joining last night, I left her limp and lying on my floor as I washed myself of the blood that crusted every contour of my torso. While doing so, I also contemplated all the choices I’ve made since I found her. This little vixen was more trouble than she’s worth and yet, there she was in the next room.
