Page 186 of Nemesync
“You got a bit carried away, Volkov. I might be sore for a while.”
I guided her from the wall to the desk, appreciating the sight of her ruined with my cum and saliva
“Are you in pain,Little Nightmare?”
Her hands cupped my face gently, a blush coloring her cheeks. In a soft voice, she said, quoting me, “I like the pain you inflict on me, Elijah.”
She enjoyed the pain I inflicted on her because she needed it.
The control, the emotional catharsis, and the pleasure entwined with pain—sorrowful and silent. Every shiver on her skin added another letter to my obsession with her.
“Good.”
My hand slid down her body, collecting my cum that was dripping on her thighs with my fingers, ensuring not a drop was wasted, and then plunged them back into her. “Not a drop out of you,Milaya,” I commanded, eliciting a dark chuckle and gasp from her in response.
“Not a single one out of me, please,” she begged.
My needs with her are destructive. I needed to claim her as mine and only mine, to dominate every thought, every breath, every fear. They’re as catastrophic as they are vital.
She owned me completely—every pulse of my heart, every blinking stare, every sound from my lips, every movement of my body was hers. And it was only fair for me to possess her, because she wasn’t just an obsession anymore; she was a delirium screaming inside my spirit. And it was too late to let this go.
Afterward, I grabbed a tissue and tenderly wiped her with care, kissing every part of her body. I continued laying my mouthon every inch of skin until I arrived at her arm. My heart twisted at the sight before me, I pressed a kiss on her wrist, especially on her scars and gently led her outside.
“I’m taking you home; we need a good shower and a good sleep.”
We exited the building, and I noticed her car parked in front. But I don’t want her to return alone; I want to be with her, not in another car.
“I can’t leave my car here Elijah. Go ahead, and I’ll follow you from behind.”
No chance.
“Come with me; I’ll arrange to get it later.”
I’ll ask Lévi to return it to the penthouse later, but the thought of her being away from me right now is unimaginable.
Am I addicted to her? Absolutely. No fucking doubts.
She nodded, taking my hand, and I took her home.
Entering the penthouse, I lift her up into my arms.
“I’m so exhausted, Eli. Can you put me on the sofa?”
“Why the sofa?”
“I told you I’m tired,” she replied.
I looked at her and shrugged, “You could still sit on my face or lap, but whatever you want, I guess.”
Her head fell back, her laughter, a melody that haunted me, filled the space. “You’re insane. Take me to our room and kiss me until I fall asleep.”
I took the stairs two by two, kissing her forehead. “Yes ma’am.”
That night, I brought the woman whose soul is entwined with mine to our home, caring for her until she drifted into peaceful sleep in my arms.
And it felt like life itself.
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