Page 21 of The Last Feast
“Don’t,” I whisper, burrowing closer. “Please.”
Curling her fingers over the leather looped around my neck, she pulls me out of hiding. The cool air burns my raw eyes, highlighting the tears staining my cheeks. I can’t even take in the beauty below me with disgust heating my skin. Half of her mask has been washed away so when she smiles, she still retains that haunting quality.
“You’re pretty when you cry.” She lifts her head to kiss my jaw, but she doesn’t remove her lips from my skin as she sucks, slowly moving up my cheek to erase the heated path my tears took. Reaching my eye, she softly kisses my wet lashes. “It makes your eyes stand out even more, and your eyelashes look spiky, like armor.”
At a loss for words, I mumble, “Thank you?”
“Do you know how you show your gratitude?” she asks. Then, she trails her tongue down to the corner of my lips, leaving half an inch of space between our lips. “You pass it with your tongue.”
Her eyes are so open, I don’t blink in fear of missing a single second of them.
“Who are you?” I sound even weaker than before.
This woman has done more for my soul in the short amount of time she’s had me bound than I’ve been able to do in twenty years. If I had faith in anything, I’d believe she was an angel kicked out of heaven because of her bloodthirsty hobby. That would be why she’s still compassionate deep down. But she’s human. I watched her bleed, experience pleasure, witnessed the scars of her previous pains.
Neither of us move as she hesitantly whispers, “I am…Hana.”
“Just Hana?” I gently lift the strands that have come loose away from her face with the tip of my finger.
The portion of her cheek free from paint blooms a deep red as she slowly nods. “Just Hana.”
“This is Hana.” I stroke her soft skin. “But this is someone else.” I move to the flaking paint on the other side. “Hana is soft, delicate, innocent. This side is powerful, wild, divine.” I kiss her cheek, feeling the heat of her blushing beneath my lips. Going to the other side, I do the same as the dried paint flakes under my touch. “Can I kiss you properly, Hana?”
She gives me a small nod.
I don’t take her mouth like I want to, not when I can see the fractured parts of her staring up at me.
“Tell me, baby. My dick is inside you. I’m not going anywhere, but I want to hear you say it.”
“Kiss me, Jamie,” she whispers like she’s afraid of the words. “Be the first person who asks and waits for me to say yes.”
Cupping her cheek, I kiss her like it’s the first time. I kiss her with the gentleness and nervousness she deserves. The tenderness slips between our broken pieces, mending them, but the longer our lips are attached, the more scattered they become. My cracks are joined with hers, finding a home within each other where we don’t have to explain or worry about the reaction we’ll receive. Wearethe same.
She softly moans, clenching around my dick. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I lift her as I turn on my back. The blood flow rushes to my legs, only to be diverted to my dick as she continues flexing her inner muscles.
“Ride me,” I beg, pressing on her hips so she sits up. “Receive all my liberty, my memory, my understanding, my whole will, all that I have and all that I possess.”
As she lifts her hips, she moans, “You gave it all to me.” Then, she slams back down with the most intoxicating smile on her face. “I give it all back to you.”
I smooth my hand up her stomach to tightly squeeze her tit, but the oil turns it into a massage. She moans, riding me faster as she begs, “Harder.”
Her skin is too slippery for me to do it how she wants, so I flick her hard nipple with my middle finger. The wires wrapped around my ankles cut into my skin as I bend my legs. “Hold my knees. Let me see how well your tight cunt takes me while you’re dripping with my cum.”
Hana stretches her arms back and delicately places her hands on my knees as she tilts her hips forward. Pulling her lips apart, I lift my head and spit on her swollen clit before I lightly brush my thumb over the sensitive nerves. I don’t know what changes, but she looks to the side into the mirror, giving me the unpainted half of her face.
“Is Hana a clever little girl?” she asks even softer, innocent.
“Yes, baby. You ride my dick like you were made to.” I flick her nipple again, reddening the skin. Brushing her hair off her shoulder, I groan, “Look at me while your hungry cunt takes my dick.”
Without turning her head, she does as she’s told.
“Good little girl.” I apply more pressure to her clit. “Do you want daddy to fill you up?”
She shudders, her eyes rolling back and her cunt pulsing around me as she squeezes my cum out around my dick. “Fuck,” I groan as I collect it on my thumb. “You’re wasting it, baby.”
“Feed me,” she begs so sweetly, reversing our roles. “Make sure I never starve.”
“Never again,” I promise, trailing my cum on her inner thigh with my finger to mirror the crucifix burned into her skin. Icollect more of my cum to hold it in front of her lips. “Bless this cum.”
