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His eyes turn absolute obsidian as he looks up at me through his dark strands. "When I want to lick your pussy, Maya, you do not tell me no. I devour what is mine whenever the fuck I want."
"I've been running," I shake my head. "I'm sweaty, Graham, please—"
As if he is daring me to fight him, he ignores my words and drops his head straight down between my legs. He takes a deep breath, audibly sniffing at my swollen pussy and lets out a loud moan. I decide to let go of my inhibitions. If the monster likesit, he likes it. I am just going to enjoy the ride. His rough tongue licks me all over, devouring my cream. His tongue slides lower, licking me between the cheeks.
My hips jump. "You didn't ask!"
Graham grips my hips, anchoring me to the earth as his mouth sucks at the sensitive pucker.Fuck.What even is this?
"Just because your soul is wearing this body doesn't mean it's yours anymore, little flower. This ismybody. I own every single inch of this flesh."
His sucks drive me over the edge until I am screaming into the empty woods.
Before my orgasm can even fade, Graham flips me over onto my hands and knees in the mud. He positions himself behind me, and when he slides into my hole, I let out a breathless cry. He begins to fuck me like a caveman, driving me forward into the dirt. His balls slap against my swollen clit, sending a dual jolt of pleasure straight to my brain.
My hands claw desperately at the mud, my fingernails filling with dirt.
"Look at how this tight little hole takes me," Graham growls in my ear, his hand flying forward to grip my throat from behind, pinning me down. "You were made for this, Maya. Look at how you're begging for my dick in the dirt. You're a dirty little slut for your monster, aren't you? Tell me."
"Yes... fuck, Graham, yes," I sob out.
"You're never getting away from me," he pants. "I'll kill anyone who looks at you. I'll bury this city before I let you walk away. You're trapped with me, little flower. Fucking say it."
"I'm yours," I shriek as a second orgasm pulls me under. "I'm yours, Graham!"
Graham lets out an animalistic roar, his grip on my throat tightening just enough to make my vision spot. He shoots his thick cum deep into my womb.
I collapse forward into the mud, and his body covers mine as we cuddle in the mud.I am completely ruined, and God help me, I never want to be saved.
21
Maya
And the days pass by in a way I can only describe as pure bliss.
I am completely pampered by him, spoiled rotten by his wealth and terrifying devotion. Even though he appears to be sucking the colors and life right out of me, absorbing them into his own dark soul and breathing air suddenly littered with real human emotions, I enjoy it. It doesn’t feel like he’s draining me. It feels like I am finally sharing my inner world with someone. I am the very first person to ever breathe actual life into this monster, to inject vibrant colors into his dead grey universe every single time my tongue touches his.
Who am I kidding?
I don’t just like it.
I love it.
And God help me, I love him.
But today, it appears the honeymoon phase is coming to an end. We are making our relationship public. I don’t want it. Dread pools in my stomach because I know exactly what’s waiting for me. I’m going to be hit with endless stares, whispers, and judgment. The people attending this charity gala are all part of an elite circle. I am guaranteed to stumble into a person or two who remembers that Graham was married to my sister. People I literally interacted with at events as Valeria’s invisible sister.
I push down the toxic spike of jealousy at the reminder that Valeria got to have him first—even if his vows to her were nothing but a lie.
The simple black dress he bought me is completely backless, tying around my neck and leaving the entire span of skin from the nape of my neck to the dimples of my ass exposed. I look sexy. I rarely wear outfits that show off my body because Valeria’s insults, combined with my own insecurities, always made me hide beneath baggy clothes. But I want to show up looking my absolute best, praying the insults and stares will roll right off my back.
The bathroom door opens, and Graham walks in.
It’s like he instantly falls into a trance, devouring every square inch of my exposed skin. I feel myself blush. I twirl around to give him the full show. I’m wearing the black Christian Louboutins he bought me. The vintage dress would have been elegant if it weren’t missing the entire back. It’s a mix of high class and absolute trashiness. My brown hair is pinned into a low bun at the nape of my neck, and I actually took the time to do a full face of makeup.
“Fuck,” Graham breathes as he steps into my space.“You look breathtaking, Maya.”
“Why, thank you,” I tease, offering him a nervous smile.
