Page 8 of Cursed Desires
My heart overflows at his words and I sigh, my heart still racing.“Thank you,” I whisper, trying to find my voice once more.
“Now, be a good little slut and get yourself cleaned up.I’m not done with you, yet,” he drawls.
My eyes widen in equal measures of awe and horror and a chill ripples down my spine.“More?”I breathe.
“Much, much more,” Salem promises, dragging a lethal claw delicately over my clit, teasing and terrifying me.“I’m a man of my word.I’m going to fuck you until you’re paralytic, my witchling.By the time the sun rises, there won’t be a hole of yours I haven’t fucked raw.”
I swallow hard, as mortified by the thought as I am absolutely thrilled.Exhausted, I slide from the bed to stagger across the room before falling to my knees.Sweet Goddess.I catch myself—just.He’s literally stolen the legs from under me!I glance over my shoulder and meet my Halloween lover’s gaze.Salem’s smile has my poor cunt throbbing for more like the wanton whore it is.
That I am, I correct.Determined to make the most of the dark hours we have left, I stubbornly crawl on all fours to the shower, then pull myself to my feet to turn on the hot water, slouching in relief against the welcoming cool of the tiles.A wicked, masochistic smile quirks my lips as I gather my strength, and soon, I find myself grinning.No wonder Halloween is the sacred holiday of witches!I muse vaguely as I reach for my purple washcloth and begin cleansing my poor, aching, and very tender body for the delicious punishment that’s yet to come my way.
But as I ready myself for Salem, one last poignant thought strikes at the heart of me, and I take a deep, steadying breath as the room fills with steam.“I’m never going to be alone,” I say, the realization hitting me harder than I ever could have expected.“And neither will he.”Buoyed by hope and a renewed sense of vigor, I scrub myself clean.This is but one of an eternity of nights we’ll spend together in sinfully, debaucherous pleasure.And I, for one, can’t wait to explore every single last erotic kink that exists with my cursed familiar, my monstrous lover.
“Are you done in there, pretty pet?”Salem calls a few minutes later, appearing in the bathroom doorway.Leaning against it, he looks like a lord of leisure, a king surveying that which makes him most proud.“My poor little witchling,” he muses, sauntering closer.“Do you need an extra hand?”
My breath hitches in my throat as he opens the glass cubicle to step in, towering over me, his lithe and muscular form filling the space.“I could never say no to you,” I whisper, my gaze dropping to his swollen cock.
“No is not a word that exists between us, my flame-haired beauty,” he answers with a satisfied smile, pearly fangs resting against his lips in a fashion that is undeniably seductive.He catches my lips with his, his tongue rough in my mouth as he steals my breath away, devouring me as if he were a man on Death Row and I were his last meal.
A moment later his hand strays to my clit and he presses me harder against the tiles, trapping me so that there’s no hope of escape.I shudder and moan under the hot water, all sense of shame and self-consciousness abandoned.His fingers work me with relentless intensity, like a thrash-metal guitarist performing a haughty, ego-driven solo on stage.My already over-sensitive body quakes, my breathing quickens until I’m panting and then I’m coming before I know what’s hit me.The release is so swift and brutal that it brings tears to my eyes, but they’re lost to the steady flow of water from above.
“Oh, Goddess!”I cry out against his mouth, wrapping my arms around his neck as I seek support, lest I collapse once more.“It hurtssogood,” I whimper, thrusting my cunt desperately into his palm as the final, shuddering waves of my orgasm tear through me, leaving me gasping and dizzy.“Holy fuck,” I breathe.“How am I going to survive you?”
Salem chuckles, looking every bit like the cat that got the cream.“You’ll survive because I allow it, witchling.Because I yearn to be your monster under the bed, the curse that haunts your every waking moment, the fanged beast that brings you to your knees every night for the rest of your life.”
“I couldn’t imagine a kinder fate,” I breathe against his gorgeous, midnight-black skin.
“We’ll see if you’re still singing the same tune when the sun rises,” he drawls, leaning down to nip at my throat with his fangs.He sucks at my neck, tasting my blood, a moan escaping him.“Every single part of you tastes like dark paradise, Mara.”
I moan as I glance down, watching as my blood dilutes with the water, trickling down from my neck, over my breasts, and down my body to swirl in pink spirals down the drain.“You’re not so bad yourself, Salem,” I breathe, resting my head back against the tiles to gaze up into his molten gold eyes.“So, is that it, then?”I ask, still very aware of the hardness of him pressing against me.
My cursed monster grins, my blood staining his lips.“Are you paralytic yet?”
“I feel shattered,” I admit.“I don’t know that I can stand without you.My legs feel like jelly.”The warm water soon runs clear, and I sigh.
“Well, it’s a good thing I don’t need you to stand,” he chuckles darkly as he hikes me up, encouraging me to wrap my legs around him as he plows deep inside me.
