Page 99 of That Sik Luv

“I don’t think I’ll ever want anything less than the man that you are,” I speak my words honestly, from the place deep in my soul that he so often speaks to. “We’re of the same matter, you and I. We’re violently ripped from the same dirtied cloth.”

He winces, his eyes conveying the love he doesn’t know how to express. He leans down and kisses me again, gripping my hips as he pulls my body into his, before spinning us and walking me backwards towards the bed.

“I will never be able to love you the way you desire,” he whispers, unveiling a broken man in his deep, pained tone.

He’s feeling unworthy again. Undeserving of a selfless love he’s never seen in a world that stopped at nothing to eat him alive.

“Whatever way you love is the way I desire,” I reassure him as his soft, full lips connect with mine again.

We’ll find a middle ground. A place we can both flourish and prosper. I don’t expect a simplistic love with Aero. It will never be normal, just as it shouldn’t. It’s complicated. It’s an abstract piece that’s painted with harsh strokes of pain, jarring splashes of deception, and obscene colors that scream in the face of injustice.

I shouldn’t need to change him, and honestly, I don’t want to. But what I desire more than anything is an alignment of souls set in our own unbreakable bond.

His hand wraps around the back of my neck, his long fingers sliding up into the freshly washed hair at my nape as I continue, “We defy the definitions that encase us. Defy traditions. Defy the rules set by a dying oligarchy. We create a world that we don’t just survive, but a world in which we thrive the way we so violently desire.”

He absorbs every word with astonishment as he continues to guide me backwards towards the bed. His lips forcefully find mine again, pressing roughly against my teeth before our tongues intertwine as he wraps an arm around my lower back, picking me up and pulling me to the middle of the massive bed behind us. My nipples tighten as his firm chest brushes against mine before he pulls back to stare down at me again.

“You shine on your throne, Briony,” he says, bracing himself above me and shaking his head in disbelief while studying my eyes like I’m the most treasured queen that’s ever ruled. “I’ll defend you endlessly. Until there’s nothing left of the world we burn. My dying day.”

His palm captures my cheek, thumb running along my bottom lip in a gentle caress I’d be far too nervous to use on him.

“I’ve never been more determined to destroy the house of ruin that made us,” I whisper, bringing a hand up to touch the deep slash of a scar across his arresting gaze. He allows the touch, seeming more relaxed than ever before, as he settles himself between my thighs. “Bringing every man who hurt my only one to their knees before you, where they belong.” I say with fire beneath my tone. A rage for his past that’s now seeped into my blood, pulsing through my veins with every maddening beat.

His mouth falls upon me, his soft lips capturing mine in an animalistic display of affection. His tongue sweeps along mine, the sensation shooting electric waves of desire to the wetness pooling between my thighs.

Almost knowing exactly how he controls my body in his presence, his fingers trail the inside of my thigh, scaling higher and higher until he’s touching me exactly where I crave. Slowly, they slide along my slit, smearing my arousal until they slip inside me. My back arches off the bed, his mouth capturing my moans, swallowing the pleasure as it leaves my body, his tongue tasting everything mine has to offer while his thumb rubs soft circles against my swollen and aching clit.

Removing his fingers, he brings them before his face, the sticky evidence of my arousal coating them as he separates them. He drags them over his lips before slowly spreading the wetness over his chiseled jaw and down the side of his neck.

“Clean yourself off me,” he demands, leaning over me.

I fist the hair at the top of his head, pulling tightly to the side, to his approval, as I lick my arousal from his neck. He groans my name and flexes his hips into me, the shaft of his steel rod gliding along my wet center as he rolls his hips rhythmically into mine. Licking his jaw, I finally make my way to his lips. I lick my scent from him before my head falls back against the bed.

Pulling his arm up to my mouth, I find the deep wound from the scissors. His attempt to convey his sick love for me in the only way he can. I bring the bloody forearm to my lips while his dilated pupils focus on my mouth. Placing a few soft kisses against the torn flesh that’s still dripping blood, I coat my lips in it, my eyes connecting to his as I lick the entire length of the cut with a flat tongue.

His blood covers my lips and I trail the wound down my chin until his blood is now coating my neck and chest. Passion and insatiable lust ignite within his gaze as he stares at his doll, dirtied just for him.

His abdomen flexes as his cock jumps again, eyes blazing through to my soul as I converse with him in our own language. Healing my harm.

With a fever of uncontrolled lust, he braces himself above me and angles his cock, rolling the piercing along my clit until he finds his entrance. The one he alone owns. He closes his eyes briefly, separating the direct contact to slide himself deep within me.

“Ah, Aero,” I hiss, wincing as my nails tear into his biceps at the burning sensation. “I’m sore.”

“Fuck.” His eyes snap open as he stills inside me, a regretful look filling the hard face of a man who rarely feels regret. “I’m sorry, baby.”

He bends down, bracing himself on his elbows, his face directly above mine before he nuzzles into my neck, licking up the side softly. I adjust to his size, breathing through the slight sting of pain before he slowly begins moving again.

“You’re the only glimpse of heaven I’ll ever see,” he murmurs, rocking into me. “The only redemption I’ll ever need.”

My heart pinches in my chest at his words.

His hands interlock at the top of my head, anchoring me in place as his hips thrust harder and harder. My moans fill the surrounding room, my legs wrapping around the backs of his thighs, all while the sexiest, raspy groans escape him. He’s trying so hard to control himself. It’s evident in the way he stills every so often to catch his breath, as those same regretful eyes find mine, checking to ensure I’m alright.

He’s softening. He’s trying to be better for me. How he thinks I’d prefer him after I whined and pushed to touch him. This time last week he would’ve told me to shut the fuck up and take it. To stop being a weak bitch and embrace the pain that tells us we’re alive.

My hands grip his muscular ass, clawing my fingers into him, driving his cock deeper and deeper with every powerful thrust he gives me, allowing him to find his release the way he truly needs. Rough. Uninhibited. Wild. Fisting the hair at my crown, he pulls tightly until my head tips back, opening up my neck.

“Everything I am.” He thrusts deeply, murmuring his words against my neck.

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