The tip of his finger presses on my perky nipple and the cut from earlier burns, but Jeremy doesn’t stop.
I doubt he even knows how to at this point. Which is bizarre, considering he’s the most self-controlled person I know.
He squeezes the bud until I’m squirming, then he glides that same finger to my neck, to the assaulted, bruised spot he bit on, and presses again.
My lips part as soft moans spill out of my throat. The sound only invites him to use more force, as if my pain is his pleasure.
As if he enjoys driving me to the edge with his wicked touch and evil hands.
“So fucking breakable, Lisichka. I love how sensitive you are,” he muses, tone slightly amicable.
I want to drown in it.
I want him to speak to me in that tone forever. The satiated one. While the beastly version from earlier exceeded my fantasies, this is the version I prefer right now.
The caring one.
Well, caring might be an overstatement, but he at least doesn’t sound like he hates me.
Or is annoyed with me.
He sounds like he wants me for me. Not for any other reason than for me being myself.
His touch heightens in intensity, pinching, compressing, squeezing. “You have no idea how much I want to eat you up, bleed your porcelain skin and swallow you whole.”
The rich timbre of his voice sneaks beneath my flesh, drawing out the demented part of me I’ve been keeping under wraps for years.
“I crave your innocence, your fear, and your pain.” He spreads his fingers across the skin of my throat. “I’ve been fantasizing about bruising and marking this skin while you shattered around my cock and screamed and whimpered because it was too much. But here’s the twist. You love it when it gets too much.”
My lips twitch, but no words come out.
I’m caught in a trance by his crude descriptions and unapologetic view.
“I could tell you do. Your green eyes become the color of the forest at night, all dark and needy with dangerous lust. You fought me, but it wasn’t so you could push me away. It was to drag out the beast you saw in me. You hunger for that beast, don’t you, Lisichka?”
His commanding hand hovers over the mark on my neck before he envelops it whole. “That beast hungers for you, too. That’s why I couldn’t control it earlier or control me. I fucked you like an animal because I felt like one. I wanted to overpower and claim you. To bruise, bite, choke, and mark this translucent skin. My blood boiled and my beast yearned for it, which is why I didn’t use a condom. I needed to feel your blood coating my cock as I claimed your innocence. And I’ve never fucked without a condom before. That’s a first for both of us.”
My skin bursts into hot lava of overwhelming sensations at his hypnotic words, at my reaction to said words.
At the need for more.
His thumb toys with the cut on my nipple. “If you can hear me, wake up. I’m not done with you.”
He’s not?
A thrill of suppressed emotions rises to the surface and fills me with inexplicable determination.
“I’ll fuck you again, Cecily,” he announces with authoritative firmness. “I’ll take your cunt over and over until there’s nothing left for that motherfucker Landon.”
I shake my head—or try to. I’m not sure if it’s visible as I mutter, “Lan…”is the last thing on my mind right now.
But the words get stuck on my numb tongue.
Silence stakes claim around me, but it’s not the calm type.
Tension grows thick and heavy with every moment. And then the hand that was torturing and sending waves of pleasure through me squeezes my throat.
The motion is so sudden and harsh that my whole body jerks. I reach up out of instinct to loosen his grip, but he doesn’t budge.