Page 21 of Your Soul Is Ours

I run my hands up his arms and he pulls me from the chair. “I want to show you how much I adore you, Marla.”

Without another word, he guides me to the bedroom. His eyes don’t leave mine as he lowers me to the bed. Bracing himself over me, he lowers his mouth to mine. He kisses me as if hewants to devour me. I give as much as I can. When he pulls away, I’m breathless.

He sits upright and takes off his hat and shirt with one motion. Opening the buttons on my sweater, he drags it off my body. He opens my belt and pulls off my jeans, lowering his head to graze kisses over my neck, switching to the light bite of his teeth.

“Marla, sometimes when I’m not with you, I feel like I can’t breathe, like I need your scent near me to feel human.” I run my hands through his hair as he continues down my body. Out of reach, he looks up at me as he slides his fingers under the band of my panties. He drags them down my body agonizingly slowly. His hands push open my legs and his hot breath between them sets my nerves ablaze.

“Sebastian, please.”

He softly chuckles, then uses his fingers to open me up to his view. “My sweet, perfect pussy.”

His mouth is on my clit, sucking me as he slides two fingers into me. Pressure builds, and I know I won’t be far off. My mind focuses only on this moment as the rush of pleasure runs through me. Nothing matters except his lips on me, his hands touching my skin and our pleasure together. Before I can reach climax, he stops.

Standing, he pulls off his jeans and positions himself between my legs. Lining himself up, he sinks into me. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to his dick. The barbells run over every spot inside me. Inch by inch, I melt under him. Once he’s fully inside, my legs over his hips, he leans down, one hand next to my head and the other around my neck.

“Fuck, yes. Please let me come.”

His eyes simmer with desire as he looks down at me. “Soon. You are so fucking beautiful under me.” As he fucks me harder, I reach between us to touch my clit, chasing my release. His hand captures mine and holds it against the bed.

“Not yet. Just hold it,” he commands. The pleasure courses through my body, my muscles tighten up, and I can feel the edge barrelling towards me. “When I say.” Sebastian reminds me.

I’m going crazy, the pressure builds and waves of pleasure surround me but don’t take me under as he continues to slide in and out of me. Tears form in my eyes as I wait. The pleasure mixes with the pain of not being able to come. His fingers uncurl from mine and he captures my chin, pulling my face closer to his. He lowers his head and presses his lips hard against mine.

Trailing down to my ear, he continues to thrust into me. “Play now, my little dove,” he whispers as he rolls his fingers around my nipple. I barely have to touch myself before everything is too much, and I crumble under him. His groan is entirely too sexy as he fills me, and I come again, hearing his voice in my ear. His breath on my neck is sensitive and sends goosebumps through my body.

“So fucking perfect.” He pulls out and heads to the bathroom.

My head is swimming, and I just lay there in the afterglow's pleasure. He comes back with a washcloth, cleaning the sweat off my neck and forehead and wiping between my legs.“Get ready for bed. I’m exhausted,” he says.

I make my way to the bathroom and pull on an oversized shirt, then go sit outside with him where we share a smoke.

My mind lingers on the subtle shift I observed afterwards. This time, he remained silent and didn't utter those three magical words. I wonder if he didn’t really mean it the first time, it was just something that was said in the moment. My mind is great at picking apart a single thought until I feel nothing but hopelessness. I look towards him, and his eyes are on mine.

“Are you alright?”

I nod, dropping the cigarette in the ashtray. I go inside and get into bed.

He isn’t far behind me, his body settling in next to mine. “I love you, Marla.”

I say nothing. My chest tightens, and I fall into the darkness of sleep.

Fourteen

Sebastian

Weeks pass and, although I offer to take Marla everywhere that she needs to after the meeting with her sister, she says she doesn’t need the help. An icy sheet of distance has fallen between us. I get a message here and there, but otherwise it’sbeen pretty quiet. It drives me crazy with emotion. Night after night, I lurk outside her window or sneak into her apartment, listening to the haunting sound of her sobs.

Tonight, after I finish work, I slip into her apartment to watch her sleep. Rage fills me, knowing she can sleep without me isn’t something I can stand. Before I lose control of my emotions, I leave the apartment.

As I drive around, the neon lights of the city illuminate the faces of the women standing on the street corners. They stumble around, not knowing the danger they’re in. I pull over, and help three of them into the car. My shoulders tighten. Tension courses through me, my nerves on edge, but without my dove's soothing presence, this is what I must do.

Upon arriving home, I corral them in the confines of the cages. I pace the floor of the shed, my hands running through my hair in frustration. The sound of crying and moaning fills the air as the bitches realize the extent of their containment. The feeling of being ignored ignites a raging fire within me.

“I don’t want to die.” The blonde whimpers as I open the cage.

“Sorry sweetheart.” I wrap my hand in her hair and drag her along the floor. After I’ve sliced her throat, the blood drains into the bucket. The screams of her friends serve as a chilling backdrop. The other two come to the same fate as the first. As I drain them all, the sounds of their fading breaths merge with the echoes of death, blood, and despair, creating an eerie symphony that brings me a fleeting sense of freedom. I stalk out to the backyard, feeling the rough texture of the shovel in my hands as I begin digging.

As I haul the women over my shoulder and into the hole, I realize nothing will ever fill the emptiness in my heart except for Marla. Without her, I’m nothing but a fucking monster, a danger to everyone. The soil shifts and blankets the shattered corpses, offering a feast for the maggots to consume. I walk back into theshed to clean up my mess, taking care with the buckets to feed the plants. These sacrifices were meaningless, failing to ease the intense anger inside me. Only her presence can bring solace.

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