Painfully.
I don't want to cry. I really don't. Crying makes me feel weak and helpless. Pathetic. But when my eyes continue to burn, I know right away I'm fighting a losing battle, and soon enough, tears are already rushing down my cheeks—-
Shit.
Eros gently wipes my cheeks dry with the pads of his thumbs, and the tears fall even faster.
Talk to me. Please. Let me help you.
Oh, if only it were that easy. I really wish it was that easy. But it's not.
It's been four days since Cen tried to kill me. Four days since she killed herself just to curse me. Just four days, and yet sometimes...
Sometimes, it seems forever since it happened. Other times it only seemed minutes ago that I was trapped inside a car with Cen, and now...
Now is one of those other times, and try as I might, I can no longer keep myself from remembering—-
Dead.
So, so many of them dead, and none of them had to fucking die—-
None of them, dammit!
A cry of despair threatens to tear out of my throat, and panic seizes my chest. I can't make a sound. Can't ever risk making my parents worry about me again. I can't. I mustn't. And so I do the only thing that I know will make me mindless—-
Eros stiffens in noticeable surprise when I suddenly surge up in his arms and straddle his lap.
What is it—-
He doesn't get to say another word, my mouth already desperately closing over his as my arms encircle his neck. Make me forget, kyrios. I'm more than ready to beg if that's what it takes, but before I can even think of adding 'please', already I feel his soft, hot lips parting open as his fingers drive through the locks of my hair—-
Aah!
His grip on my hair tightens, and all I can do is gasp soundlessly against his lips as the kiss becomes feral, and a divine brush of his hand makes my clothes disappear from my body. His tongue thrusts deep in my mouth as he pushes me to my back, and already I feel myself growing embarrassingly moist as Eros' powerful body settles between my legs.
His hand slides between our bodies, and I can feel my cheeks heating up as his words roll out in my mind in a lust-roughened growl.
You're so fucking wet.
I can only writhe in response, with his tongue still thrusting in and out of my mouth, and his other hand kneading and mashing one swollen and heaving breast. My senses are already in disarray, but when I feel Eros thrust three fingers inside of me, it's then that my wish is fully granted.
Pleasure rips through me, and I am mindless with need. It consumes my every thought and breath, and all I can do is writhe and whimper in our shared minds as Eros fucks me good and hard with his fingers. It's just his fingers, just his fingers, dammit, but it's still so, so good, and I find myself almost frantic as I ride my god's hand, my every move desperate and urgently driven by a desire that only he and him alone can satisfy.
Yes, yes, yes!
I'm moaning the words out in my mind, my hips wildly moving up to meet every forceful thrust of his fingers. I don't want it to end. I try my hardest to make it last. Oh please, please—-
But my body can only bear so much, and when it finally happens, all I can do is cling hard to Eros' shoulders as my legs snap shut as if to trap his pleasure-giving fingers inside of me. Ripples of pleasure batter every sensitive inch of my flesh, and the strength of my orgasm makes time immeasurable. All I know is that it took a while before I'm able to catch my breath, and my heartbeat finally starts slowing down.
I force my eyes open, and I realize my god has reversed our positions at some point in time without me being aware of it. I'm no longer lying under Eros, but instead I'm splayed on top of him. Or at least I feel and know I am even though my eyes tell me otherwise, with a stream of moonlight revealing my body floating a few inches over my bed.
The sight makes me laugh a little, and I sense my god's curious gaze settling on me. I just suddenly find it funny, I explain to him sheepishly. I mean, I know right now I'm lying atop you, and obviously I can feel it, too, but it's weird that my eyes see differently. Right now it looks like I'm floating—-
My words end up in a soft, choking gasp as his still-buried fingers inside of me start to move.
What about now?
The words roll out in a divine purr, and my toes curl hard as he begins stroking my inner walls with languid expertise.