Page 6 of The Threads Of Fate
He moves away, but not too far, so our noses are still touching, his hand is brushing the side of my face. I stare into his dark brown eyes and wonder how his skin against mine would feel like. Does he think the same thing right now? Gently, he starts to kiss the bruise on my cheek. Does this mean he cares for me? My heart is going off like a maniac while he slowly moves his kisses down my neck. Is this what it feels like to be loved?
His hands grab the collar of my shirt, and in one big tug, he rips it in two. I should feel ashamed of how bare I am to him when he is barely showing any skin himself, but the wetness that’s pooling beneath me tells me that I like the way he is dominating me. He seems pleased by the sight of my naked chest, with the way his smile becomes wider. When I’m at home, I don’t really care to put on a bra since no one will see me anyway, and those things are so uncomfortable.
“It seems fate just knew exactly how I wanted you to wait for me.” He licks my left breast while his hand is kneading the other. I can feel his teeth slowly grazing my skin, and a moan comes out of me, while he starts to suck and bite at my nipple.Fuck this feels so good. He feels so good.
“Such a good girl, making those sounds only for me. Tell me, my love, has another man ever touched you like I’m touching you right now?” It takes me a while before I fully get the words that are coming out of his mouth. He stops and looks at me with one brow raised.
“No, there hasn’t been anyone else before you,” I quickly tell him. He hums at me, clearly amused with my answer,men and their pride.
He moves down and starts to work on the buttons of my trousers. I don’t move an inch while he slowly pulls off my last remaining clothes, throwing them onto the floor. I never thought undressing could be this hot.
He moves his hands over my thighs, his fingers feel soft, and he touches me like I’m delicate. They slowly trace my skin all the way down to my ass. He holds me there for a moment and then dives in, licking and sucking my aching core so hard I forget my own name.
“F-fuuck Corvin!” He laughs and slightly bites my sensitive nub.
“Do you need more, baby? Want me to fill up this perfect pussy, I bet you must be tight.” He pushes his fingers inside me, stretching me while pumping them slowly in and out.
“Hmm, yes, so fucking tight. You’ll feel so good wrapped around my cock.” His words are like fire, making me burn for him. He removes his fingers and slowly puts them in his mouth, sucking the juices off. The loss hits me instantly, and I find myself reaching for him.
“Don’t worry, love, I could never deny you.” He opens his trousers and starts to pull them off with his boxers. He comes closer to me, and I get up to grab his shirt, so I can pull it off, but his hands grab my arms before I am able to.
“I don’t think you’d want to see them.” I frown at him.
“See what? No matter what it is, I highly doubt it would change my mind about this, about you,” I tell him softly. Scared he’ll stop when I barely even started.
He looks scared for a second and then takes in a deep breath, removing his shirt. A gasp leaves me as I look at him; his entire chest is painted with tattoos and scars. The scars seem to run deep and are on parts of his arms, too. I’m guessing his back won’t be any better; it looks like someone just grabbed a whip and started slamming it onto him, not caring where it would hithim. I am angry for him, I’m angry at whoever did this, but it also makes my feelings for him grow.
He mistakes my silence for rejection, his back straightens, and his face morphs into regret. “I knew you wouldn’t want me anymore.” He moves away, a small tear glistening in his eye. I move to stop him, grabbing his arm and pulling him closer to me. I trace his scars with my fingers slowly.
“I meant it when I said it wouldn’t change anything. You look beautiful.” He smiles and grabs my hair, pulling me closer to him, our lips don’t just crash like before, oh no, this time it’s filled with passion, with need.
His tongue invades my mouth, and I try to move with it even though I’ve actually never done this before, and yet it seems to come so naturally with him–Like we’ve kissed millions of times before. Maybe we did in another life.
He leans down, making me lie on my back again, with his body on top of mine.
He aligns himself to me, our lips never leaving each other, and suddenly, there's a sharp sting that makes me yelp out.
“It’s okay, my love, it’s only going to get better from here on.” He plasters me with kisses while he slowly moves until I feel the pain lessen.
A small moan leaves my lips, giving him the sign he needed. It feels strange but also right, like this was meant to happen, like he was meant to happen. He places his forehead to mine and kisses my nose first, and then starts to pump himself into me harder. The movement feels so different now from how it felt before, and I start to moan out his name while he grunts out mine.
“Fuck I knew you’d be tight, but nothing could’ve prepared me for how incredible you’d feel. You were made for me,Vespera.”
The way he feels, combined with his words and the nickname he decided to give me, causes me to lose all the control I had left.I feel like I am exploding into a million pieces, and then, slowly, I am coming back down from it. He thrusts himself one last time and then grunts out my name until he collapses onto me.
We lay like this for a while, still entangled with each other. I never thought I could feel like this. I don’t want it to stop.
He brushes his fingers over my jaw while I trail mine over the scars on his chest. Is it weird that they make me more attracted to him?
There’s a strange feeling blooming from my chest, one I never thought I'd feel. For once, I actually feel happy. Has fate finally brought me someone whose darkness matches mine? I hold on to the thoughts while sleep slowly starts to take over.
…Or find what waits when dreams are dead.
“AAAH!” Jumping up, my hair is plastered to the sweat on my forehead—it’s so hot, and yet I’m shaking, trying to breathe through the upcoming panic. I hate it when I wake up like this, soaked in sweat, out of breath, and with no recollection of what I dreamed earlier.
I grab my phone to look at the time. It’s only 3 AM, which means I still have at least 4 more hours before I have to get ready for school. I would’ve preferred staying here until my bruise fades, but my father made it clear he does not want me in the house when he’s having a day off from work, and I frankly don’t want that either.
Looking next to me, I notice that Seraphina is no longer here. Moving, I look around the bed, seeing if she might have fallen off, but she’s nowhere in sight, not even under my bed.
