Page 134 of Inevitable Destruction

With the door open, the small lights above stay on, illuminating the small area just enough for me to see the pleasure on his face, his arched neck, Adam’s apple protruding, and veins and tendons bulging under his flushed skin.

His pleasure is mine, just as mine’s always been his.

I let Dominik work himself on my cock, taking everything I have to offer—which is fucking anything he wants. He might not know it, but with every grind, every thrust, every moan, he steals my sanity, infusing us back into the mess we were.

I can feel it—the calamity just underneath the surface, the inevitable destruction our love brings.

“Nothing’s ever tasted so good,” I tell him as my tongue flicks along the slope of his sweat-slick neck. He nods, his lips still pressed against my skin. We breathe each other in, stealing the oxygen from the air, leaving us both deprived and desperate for more.

I rut into him as he slams down on me, the sounds loud and animalistic. Our teeth clash before we rip apart and sink them into each other’s flesh. Sweat coats our bodies, and we slip together, drawing closer to the brink.

“Gonna c-come,” Dominik moans into my ear before sucking my lobe into his mouth. I bite down on his collarbone and dig my nails into his ass, slamming him down on me so hard, I’m sure he’ll feel it for the next two weeks.

I want him to know this is where I belong—inside of him in every way.

“Come on my cock, beauty. Take all of me inside you.” Dominik’s teeth sink into my cheek as he comes untouched, his cock lurching and coating both of our chests. I bite down on my molars, clenching my jaw as Dominik contracts around me, squeezing me so fucking good, I spill into him, painting his insides with my cum.

Dominik collapses against my chest, all of his weight settling on top of me. I wrap my arms around him and keep him as close as possible. The tears never stop flowing between the both of us. I can feel his dampening my shoulders as mine drip into his hair.

There’s too much pain between us, too much loss, and regret.

But right now, no words are spoken as we bask in the temporary, blissful silence—neither one of us willing to burst it.

My hand rubs up and down the notches of his spine as his lips brush back and forth over my tattooed skin. We both need this from the other.

It’s not healing, but it’s necessary.

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