Page 103 of Like A Moth To A Flame

When he pulled back, breaking the kiss, I whined, the sound low and mourning in the close confines of the clock tower.

“What’s the matter, Little Moth?” he mocked me, his lips curved into a smile. His hands threaded down the length of my body until they hooked beneath my thighs and pulled me up, entwining my legs around his waist. He pinned me to the wall between the windows, holding me there. He leaned in, his fist wrapped in my hair, pulling my head back to expose my neck. I hesitated for a moment, then felt his teeth close around my skin, just a whisper of a bite. It was sharp, sudden pain followed by a rush of pleasure, and I moaned, arching my back as I felt his mark rising against my skin.

“I-I don’t know,” I groaned, shuddering as his teeth grazed my flesh for a second time. “I-I’m so confused, and so… ah, f-fuck! My… My mind is telling me I should be s-scared, and my body is telling me to g-give you everything.”

“Give in to your body,” he whispered. I could hear the sound of him sucking and biting, bringing me to the crashing crescendo of pain before his tongue came behind it, licking and sucking and soothing the skin back into a scarlet anger that throbbed but sang at the same time. “Give in to me.”

“B-but, I don’t thi—”

He cut me off with another kiss, his tongue forced deep into my mouth. I was drowning in him, lost in the heat that ebbed and flowed from him like ocean waves. But then, he pulled back, leaving me breathless and wanting more.

I couldn’t fight this feeling anymore—something drawing us together, something that seemed to resonate between us.

My mind was reeling, trying to make sense of what was happening, but my body had other ideas. It was a fire that burned within me, a need that was both all-consuming and terrifying.

He laughed, low in his throat, and something within me broke wide open, shattered on the ground at his feet.

Fine, I was crazy. I was stupid, insane, and absolutely out of my mind.

Whatever you wanted to call it, I didn’t care. I needed him in a way I had never needed anyone before, and I couldn’t deny it anymore.

“F-fuck! Yes! Yes, please. Please take me. Fuck! I’ll do anything!”

He chuckled softly, the sound rumbling from his chest and traveling up my spine, sending shivers through me. In one swift movement, he pinned my arms above my head, trapping me against the rough stone wall. He towered over me, even resting on thewindowsill as I was. Even if I wanted to, there was no way I’d be getting away from him.

I was trapped, and I liked it.

He pushed against me. I felt his erection press against my thigh, hard and insistent, and I couldn’t help but arch into him, seeking his touch. I twisted until I could free my hands from his grasp, and when I was free, my fingers snaked between us, grabbing for his belt, shaking and fumbling as I struggled to get it open. Once it was, my fingers found his zipper and tore it down with a metallic hiss.

“You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he chuckled against my ear.

He smiled against my skin, and then he was moving, his hands grasping at my thighs and then gathering the skirt of my dress and pulling it back, exposing my stockings and the black lace panties above them. He pulled until my skirt hiked above my belly button, and held it there, leaving me exposed and bare for him. Impatient fingers grabbed my panties and pulled hard, tearing them away in one quick pull that had me gasping, my fingers digging into the muscles that framed either side of his neck. I watched him stuff the tattered lace into his pocket, and a grin split my lips.

He captured my mouth again, and the next thing I knew, I felt his fingers inside me, pressing against that bundle of nerves that had me shaking and shuddering within seconds.

Fuck, how did he do that? How did he know exactly where—

Then he was pushing deeper, driving into me until I felt the grate of his knuckles against my entrance, and I groaned, pulling away from him to gasp for air.

“O-ow! That’s t-too much, I can’t—”

“Just hang on. Almost there.”

“What are you—?”

I felt a sudden ache, something that cramped deep inside me, and I gasped, my hands balling into fists as I pushed against him. His other hand came up, pressing against my pelvic bone, his body pressed against my thighs to keep me there. I looked up, his brown eyes boring into mine as the ache in me intensified and became a sharp, sudden pain and intense, building pressure.

“What are you doing?!” I ground out through gritted teeth, still pushing against him, but fighting was useless. He was so strong.

“Almost there,” he rasped. “Just breathe.”

The pain reached a fever pitch, and just as I opened my mouth to scream, it fell away, and I slumped against him, sweat dotting my brow.

“Good girl,” he rasped, his voice pouring over me like warm honey. “Now that that’s been taken care of.”

Shivering, I looked up as I fought to catch my breath, and what I saw left me breathless all over again. The hand inside me had fallen away, and he held it between us, something small and unmistakable dangling from a string between his fingers.

My IUD.

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