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I see blood.
His taste is carnal.
His surrender is the most toxic aphrodisiac.
I’m poisoned by his pheromones. I kiss him roughly with no regard for the way his body trembles beneath me. I need more of him. I crave his taste. I’m obsessed with the way his mouth opens for me, struggling to accommodate my brutal passion but trying hard, nonetheless.
He throws his thigh over mine, hooking his foot around my calf. I feel the heat emanating from him. I grab his ass through the robe pulling him closer, forcefully grinding him over my thigh. I feel his hardness and I’m gonna fucking lose my shit. I want to taste him.
He pants in my mouth, “I’m gonna…I need…”
“Do as you please, angel.” I kiss him again, “I want to feel you.”
I grip his ass tighter, groping and kneading over the robe, encouraging him to hump my jean-clad thigh. He does that eagerly, trying to tuck his face in the crook of my neck, shyly hiding away from my hungry eyes.
“No.” I grip his neck firmly but not too roughly, as I turn him to face me. “Show me.”
His mouth parts on a silent moan as he continues to grind himself on me. His full lips part. His cheeks are flushed and he looks at me with those big eyes, making me feel like I’m the one held in a chokehold.
I’m trapped. I’m enthralled. I’m lost.
He moans breathlessly, “Your name…”
I lick his parted lips, enjoying his hot breath fanning over my face.
“Delorean.” I breathe into his mouth.
“I…” his back arches as he fights the urge to close his eyes.
“It’s okay, baby. Let go. I know who you are – mine. My angel.”
He comes panting, screaming, really.His body trembles as his eyes are locked on mine. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. His hips jerk still, like his body is possessed of euphoria stronger than reason.
A shiver rolls through him and I tuck him closer for a moment, kissing him gently.
He melts into my arms, pliant and willing.
It’s easy to scoop him up and take him to the bathroom where I run him a bath just like I have every night for weeks.
Chapter 9
I’ve lived in this house of glass for about a week. It is my home now.
Our home, as Delorean keeps reminding me.All of me belongs to you,he says to me every night before I fall asleep.
As naïve as I am, I choose to believe him.
I believe in us.
I believe that in this dark fairy tale, Delorean curates for me, our love exists.
We are pure and true, reborn from the carnage of our combined tragic pasts
The sun might kiss our home, shedding light on every crevice exposed to the outside world, but I know, shadows, living nightmares lie below my bare feet. My toes curl over the dark hardwood floor. I can feel them. All those terrible dark secrets Delorean shares with me night after night without so much as a sliver of remorse in his deep calm voice.
All of me belongs to you.
I know everything.Everything.
