Page 71 of Oblivion
“I do.” She grinned. “I want your darkness, every single part of you. I want to get lost in the hatred you feel for me and I want to forget everything else. Touch me, Storm.” She bit down on my jaw. “Hurt me.” She wrapped her hands around my neck, clawing at my skin. “Show me what a monster I am. Show me how bad I was.”
“Fuck,” I growled and pulled her face to me. “This means nothing.”
“It never did,” she whispered, and if it was pain I was seeing in her eyes, I chose to ignore it. “Give me all your demons.”
And I did.
I pushed her down on the bed and crawled after her, pushing her all the way to the headboard.
“You’re driving me insane,” I groaned, biting the inside of her thigh, reveling in the moans escaping from her mouth. My fingers danced over her smooth skin, going higher and higher all the way to her red, lacy panties. “And these.” I kissed the spot I bit and pressed my hand to the scars I made.
To my name that would forever be etched on her skin.
“These drive me insane.”
“Storm,” she moaned. “Please.”
“Are you wet for me, Sunshine?” I asked and looked up at her, my hand grazing over the edge of her panties, avoiding the place she wanted me to touch.
“Y-yes,” she whimpered.
“Look at you, so pretty.” I pushed up the shirt she wore, all the way above her breasts. “So wicked.”
“Storm!” she yelled out as I pressed my finger against her core.
“You’re drenched for me, aren’t you? I can see it. Are you going to beg me, Sunshine? Are you going to ask me to touch you?”
“Just do it, for fuck’s sake!” She groaned, throwing her head backward.
I pulled her panties down, revealing her bare pussy. Her heady scent snuck inside my nose, and I didn’t even realize how much I’d missed this—seeing her like this, touching her like this.
She was mine. All mine.
“There’s my pretty pussy,” I cooed, looking down at her center. I pulled her panties all the way down, throwing them across the room as soon as they slid off her legs, and dove, pressing my lips against her skin, my tongue licking the path from her pelvis to her clit.
“Storm,” she groaned. “I’m going to stab you with something if you don’t get to it.”
“Patience.” I chuckled. “I’m not talking to you now.”
I trailed my finger over her legs, all the way to her pussy, spreading her lips with my thumb and forefinger.
“I’ve missed you, darling,” I murmured, pressing my lips to her clit. “And you…” I inhaled deeply, pressing my nose to her skin. “You smell divine.”
“Oh, God,” Ophelia groaned, earning another chuckle from me.
“Your owner has been a very bad girl, and I’m sorry for taking it out on you.”
“Please,” Ophelia begged. “I can’t take it anymore.”
She could and she would.
“Shhhhh,” I hushed her, pressing kisses all over her pussy, except where she wanted me the most. “Are you going to be a good girl, Ophelia?” I asked and looked up at her.
“Yes,” she moaned, her eyes hooded, filled with lust. “Anything.”
“Anything?” I chuckled.
“Just do it already!”
