Page 30 of Grave Devil
He cups my jaw, tugging me up gently. Eye to eye, his gaze sends shivers down my thighs. He presses his lips inside the hollow of my cheekbone. “Good boy. Get on the bed. On all fours.”
The silk sheets feel cool against my heated kneecaps. I spread my legs the way he likes, far enough apart for him to see how Ierupt for him. My breath quickens as he takes his usual place at my side.
My yearning grows when he reaches his left hand below my belly and wraps it firmly around my cock. “Nox… fuck.” I hiccup, choking back my own saliva.
He smooths his right hand over my ass cheeks. “Are you a naughty boy?”
I pinch my eyes shut and gasp for air. My chest tightens. “Yeah. I’m a vile fucking creature.”
He drags his nails down the crack of my ass. “Do you deserve suffering?”
Fuck. I can’t breathe. My swollen balls feel like they’re going to burst. My dick is so hard in his hand… I clench my cheeks together. “Yes. Please. Punish me.”
He drags his palm down my shaft, his grip tightening as he reaches the tip. He pinches it taut between his fingers. And without warning, he brings his other hand down hard against my ass crack.
I buck and lurch forward. But he snatches me back by my cock. He slides his palm up to my base, curling his fingers under to cradle my balls at the same time. “Oh, fuck,” I gurgle out. My ass burns from the intrusion. But my threshold for pain is much higher than that. “Is that all you got?” I growl.
“Shhh. Don’t open your mouth unless it’s to scream.” He cracks his palm down hard on my left cheek.
“Uhhh.” My moan drips from my mouth like honey. I feel the sting of the air against my broken skin, the trickle of the blood oozing down my leg. Saliva runs down my chin as my cock swells in his hand.
“That’s it. Drown in your pain.Dance with it.” Again. He smacks my right cheek, harder than before.
“Fuuuck.” The admonition gets lodged in my throat. I gulp the air as if it were medicine before dropping my head to the mattress. “Yes,” I cry out, my tears splashing onto the silk.
He works his hand up and down my cock, squeezing harder and gliding with faster strokes. The pressure builds inside my balls and rushes down my shaft in short electric bursts. I will cum soon. Anyone else would’ve already. But again, I’m a glutton, and forbidding my own release for as long as I can makes it so much sweeter.
But when he’s ready to see me crumble, he knows exactly what to do to draw it out of me. His desires are demanding, brutal, and soul crushing.
He smacks his palm against the crack of my ass, and my knees buckle. I collapse forward, smashing my chest and shoulders into the firm mattress. I fist the sheets as my breath leaves my body in a whoosh. I’m gasping, choking, and harder than ever before. Fuck.
I feel his fingers probe at my entrance. They skate around it, taunting me. “Please,” I beg.
He leans over and drags his deliciously forked tongue down my spine. “Do you wish for me to destroy you on the inside too, dark one?”
I clench and shake, my puckered hole aching to be filled. “You know that I need it,” I rasp. “Defile me.”
A low growl erupts from his chest. “Claws out this time, dark one. Hold very still.”
I tear at the bed sheets, seconds away from unraveling. “Please,” I roar.
He thrusts a razored finger inside my ass. It pierces the tissue, mincing my flesh instantly. And a wave of euphoria crashes into me. I scream as he pumps in and out while he strokes me harder with his other hand.
I am agony. Chaos. A flickering beacon in his pitch-black sea. The pain anchors me to him so I can disassociate from myself. And it’s fuckingeverything. “Oh, fuck. Nox,” I gurgle out.
All the blood rushes to the tip of my cock as he plays me like a puppet on a string. I roll my hips into it. This. It is indeed a dance.
“Good boy. Cum for me, dark one. Spill your cursed fucking seed into my monstrous hand.” He digs his claws into my ass cheeks, into the tender flesh he previously cracked open. And that finger of his inside me… it’s so deep… so fucking precise with every thrust.
It’s done. I’m dead for him. An ancient call billows in my gut, forcing my voice out of my chest, a rumbling avalanche, deafening.
He probes with his finger, coaxing me into an orgasm. “That’s it. Earn it. Devour your own delight.”
I soak his hand with my throbbing cock. My cum is a river rushing over ancient rocks, forceful, deliberate, and hot. “Nox,” I scream as tears run down my face. One quake rolls into another as I dare to catch my breath.
“Yes, my love. I am here.” He leaves a trail of soft kisses up my back. “You are exquisite. Beautiful,” he whispers against my skin. “Mine.”
“And you are mine… Thank you,” I murmur. For this brief moment, the weight that sits heavy on my soul is lifted.
