Page 125 of Like A Moth To A Flame

The truth was, she could do anything she wanted to me, and I’d go along with it.

Who owned who?

I didn’t know, but I knew I didn’t want it to end.

“So what’s the plan?” I asked, turning to look at her. Instantly, I was caught in her eyes and I almost forgot how to breathe. “You really gonna sell your dad’s house?”

She shrugged, and I watched her lips split into a mischievous smile.

“I don’t know. Maybe I’m just waiting for a reason to stay.”

We stepped up to my door, and just when I expected her to turn and leave me, she grabbed me by the hand and pulled me inside. I was confused when she pushed me down onto the couch, climbing over me, straddling me with her thighs on either side of mine like I was her favorite carnival ride.

I couldn’t breathe, and my heart had stopped beating inside my chest. My hands fell to her waist on instinct, and hers draped over my shoulders.

“Fuck, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I said, the words slipping past my lips before I could bite them back.

My father had told me to only bite my tongue if I was holding back a lie, and there was nothing but truth in these words. Her lips pressed against the line of my jaw and a rumble vibrated in my throat, fingers digging into the curve of her hips and slamming her against me.

I could feel the darkness rising inside me—the violent side of me that I tried so hard to keep suppressed. Something about her unlocked it like a skeleton key, and I had to slam my eyes closed, fighting with whatever beast roared inside my chest.

I couldn’t hurt her. Not when I’d tried so hard to give her everything she wanted today. I wanted to make her happy. I wanted her to see that I could be her safety.

I didn’t have to dissolve into the gnashing, awful creature from her nightmares. I could be good.

I could benice.

Couldn’t I?

When her lips found mine, and I felt her tongue swipe across my bottom lip, it took everything in me to hold back.

Fuck, she tasted so good. She tasted like everything I imagined of heaven, and the way she smelled was intoxicating. Her scent was like lavender and pine, mingled with something that pulled at the deepest pit inside of me.

I wanted to hold her down, to split her wide open until she cried for me, and then I’d wipe her tears along the underside of my dick to lessen the pain.

I wanted to tear her apart.

But I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t hurt my girl.

I was panting, my brain collapsing in on itself like a dying star and moving in a thousand different directions at once. My fingers dug into the swell of her ass, forcing her against me until I felt her heartbeat through the mounds of her skin.

No, fuck. Why was I like this?

What the fuck was wrong with me?

Why couldn’t I protect her from things like me—monsters in the darkness?

Why did I have to hold down the angel, rip off her wings, and watch her gasp for breath?

She kissed me again, and an explosion detonated inside of me.

I could taste her innocence, and it was like a forbidden elixir, like an addict’s drug of choice. My cock was throbbing, laying hot and swollen across my thigh as she ground against me, her lips tracing across mine.

“Be a good girl,” I begged, my voice a rolling moan. “You have to be good, Little Moth.”

She giggled, and I could hear the disobedience in her.

“Why?” she asked, the hands she’d draped across my neck sliding across my shoulders and into my hair, tugging at the roots.

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