"Vlad, that's awful," she whispers, tears accumulating at the corners of her eyes.
I freeze, stunned as I see one tear make its way down her cheek.
"You..." I blink twice, unsure of what's happening. "You're crying," I say numbly, "for me..."
"Of course, you fool." She brings her fist down on my chest in a light punch. "How can I not when I just have to close my eyes and see the child you were and the things they must have done to you." She sniffles, and more tears fall down her cheeks.
"Sisi," I say her name, speechless for the first time.
No one's ever cried for me. No one's cared enough to.
I slowly bring my hands up, swiping her tears with my thumbs, simply floored that someone would cry for me.
"Don't, Sisi," I gruff out, "I'm not worth your tears," I tell her, tenderly stroking her cheeks.
Sometimes I'm more animal than human, and animals certainly don't deserve her misplaced emotions. They don't deserve anything.
"You." Her mouth opens in shock, her eyes wide with pain. "What are you talking about?" She shakes her head at me, covering my hand with hers and bringing it to her mouth.
"You are worth it." She lays a kiss onto my open palm. "You're worth it to me," she continues, and I can only stare at her, unable to cope with the responses she's coaxing out of me.
I wish I came with an instruction manual. Then I'd know how to react when this exquisite being decides to waste her energy on someone like me.
"You're worth it," she repeats, leaning forward to touch her lips to mine, brushing them back and forth over my skin. I can taste the saltiness of her tears, and they are imbued with a strange aroma, causing a tingling in my body.
Uncomfortable. It's out of my comfort zone.
"Sisi," I groan, but she just continues her ministrations, kissing my neck before going lower, to my chest. "What are you doing?"
"Showing you that youareworthy," she speaks against my skin, licking it once before blowing hot air and making me shiver.
She takes her time as she traces each scar, her lips the cure I didn't know I needed. And as they slide lower and lower, covering every inch of my skin, I can't ignore the way my entire being is responding to her.
She's pushing me into an unfamiliar corner, and for a second I feel trapped and overwhelmed by thousands of things all at once.
I can't do this.
Instead of dwelling on the other things she's making me feel, I simply focus on my body's response to hers, and the way onlyshecan make me react.
"Not like this." I don't know where I find the strength to say it. Not when all my instincts are telling me to take her. Turn her on her back and fuck her until she's screaming bloody murder. Pump my cum into her and mark her as mine forever.
But I can't. Not yet.
"You deserve better than a simple roll in the hay," I tell her honestly, amazed at myself and the control I'm displaying. "When I finally fuck you, I want you to be at full capacity," I nibble at her lower lip, "so I can destroy you myself."
"Damn it, Vlad," she half-moans, wedging her wet pussy right on top of the head of my cock. I close my eyes, at war with myself. There's just some piece of fabric separating us, and the thought makes me groan out loud once more.
Who told me to be so fucking noble?
But the truth is that I know it would end me if I did something wrong and she'd never forgive me for it.
There's this urge inside of me to take her like an animal, mount her and fuck her like a beast. But if I give in... I'm scared she might turn away from me. Finally realize just how unnatural my desires and I are and leave me.
I can't risk that. I can't ever risk her shunning me. And if I have to deny myself, then so be it.
"So you're just going to leave me like this?" she whines, her hands splayed on my chest as she's moving up and down my shaft.
"How could I?" I smirk, trailing my hands down her body until Ireach her panties. They're so thin, so fragile, that they give way with one snap of the fabric. When I find myself with unfettered access to her pussy, I simply can't help myself.