Page 55 of Song of Tenebrae

I put all my strength into the final lash and when he screams to the ceiling, I feel relieved. But I’m also feeling something else.

Satisfied.

I feel satisfied and able to close that chapter of my life. “Seven.” I say triumphantly as I drop the whip.

“Get out.” Raiden says, sounding like he’s on the verge of raging out and it sends my pulse through the roof.

“Let me help you down-” Torrent starts.

“Get! Out!” Raiden cuts him off.

Hail and Torrent drag out a protesting Sky and Tiny, both screaming not to leave me alone in here with him. I should maybe feel some sort of fear but all I can think about is having him deep inside me.

He growls loudly as he moves up to his toes and lifts his hands from the hook. “Demon, come cut these off.” He staggers until he turns to face me, “I know you have your knife.”

I pull my blade out of my top and step up to his bound fists. I begin to saw through the coarse rope and when it falls from his wrists, he hauls me into his body. My knife hits the floor at our feet.

“Tell me what it felt like,” he murmurs into my hair.

“Exhilarating and freeing,” I tell him honestly. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me,” he growls and grabs my chin, “thank you for being strong enough to do this.”

“Do you hate me? I enjoyed it, Raiden, do you hate me for that?” I sound like a weak woman but I need to know if he will hold onto the hatred as hard as I did.

I can hear the blood dripping from his back as it hits the floor and even though it’s not as much as I shed, it’s making my heartbeat faster knowing it’s gathering with mine. I place my hand over the scabbed pentagram on his pec and he growls, ripping my top off.

“I’ve always hated you, Demon.” His words make my stomach flip, “I hated you from the very first moment I laid eyes on you.” He rips down my skirt and I kick it aside. “Those eyes of yours were an exact reflection of the deepest pit of my soul. You had so much pain there, no matter how hard you tried to hide it, I could see it. I hated that those eyes sang to my soul and owned me within seconds.”

“Fuck me, Raiden.” I wrap my arms around his waist and let my hands become soaked in his blood. “Fuck me.”

“Not this time,” he leans down and kisses me softly, “this time, I want to love you.”

I can feel the shift we’re having, and I’m thankful he knew just what I would need to move on. I needed to let this room go and rip down the blockade it built to let the love I’ve always had for him flow free.

I fall to my knees, the cold cement floor digging in, and grab his hard cock in my hand. I lean forward and suck him into my mouth, his tip stabbing into the back of my throat.

“Fuck, Tempest.” He says loudly and it’s rare he says my name, I like it.

He grabs my hair and drags me back up to standing, “Raiden?” I’m confused and not finished with his cock just yet.

“I just want to be inside you,” he sounds sweet and sincere and it’s throwing me for a loop. He picks me up and presses me against the wall, right up beside an old, dried pentagram. It looks like it’s painted on there with blood. “Eyes on me.” He says as I look into his shining green irises.

My hands wrap around his neck and I feel a large welt at the base, making me pant with need. What the fuck has happened to me? He must see the confusion on my face because he chuckles as he lines himself up.

“It never goes away, the high you get by inflicting pain on someone,” he says as he pushes inside. As always, it’s pain first, sharp, and quick as I’m stretched wide. “Then you start craving more, sinister cravings of blood and death.”

He has me completely open and at his mercy as I grind against him. I’m fucking the man who raped me in this exact room, with the same wounds I bear scars of. He’ll have his own to match.

“I don’t have urges to kill anyone,” I moan as he pulls out only to slam back in.

“Maybe not tonight.” His face and chest are glistening with sweat and it can’t be because he’s hot. The basement is cold and damp. He’s sweating because he’s in pain and with that thought my pussy clenches around him. “That soon, Demon?” He chuckles as he feels me sinking into the euphoria of an orgasm.

“Tell me how much it hurts.” I breathe.

He slams inside me and halts, looking down into my face, “it felt like the claws of my demon ripping open the skin of my back, just to reach my heart.” He does a few shallow pumps and I become a whimpering mess, “it feels like my back is aflame with Hell’s fire and I’m finally getting my due justice.”

My head hits the wall and I come undone, his name wretches from my throat on a scream. Stars explode behind my eyes and I dig my nails into his back, his cries of pain prolonging the sensations.

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