Page 129 of My Dark Divine
“Get in,” I command, and she complies instantly, knowing better than to argue with me—especially now, when I’m on the brink of fucking insanity. I finish with the rest of my clothes, my body humming and trembling with impatience.
My hand slides under the jacuzzi to retrieve the remote for the speakers, and even as I focus on the buttons, I can feel her watching me intently.
“West?” she calls, suspicion creeping into her melodic voice. When I finally turn on the music, its soft beat begins to pulse through the speakers, and she gasps in surprise.
Yes, Idoremember the exact songs she played that night at the motel, mostly because our music tastes are so alike. And yes, as cheesy as it might sound, I set up the speakers in this room because I genuinely thought she would love it.
I follow her into the water, the wave of scorching heat pleasantly numbing my body. For a moment, black rims edge my vision, and I blink them away, wondering how the fuck I’m still holding it together.
I’ve never wanted to be inside her so desperately.
Sitting down, I shift into a comfortable position, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her onto my lap. “Sit down on it, baby. I can’t fucking wait any longer.”
“You’re such a romantic,” she says, allowing herself to take a moment. I’m seconds from passing out and she wants to fucking talk about the bare minimum I did. “I… Thank you. It’s?—”
“Baby, whether you’re doing it yourself or I’m rearranging your organs,” I cut in. “Sit. Down.”
The threat does its job, and finally, she obeys, balancing her weight as she sinks onto my cock. A groan catches in my throat, and I bite my lower lip, tasting copper as the sensation of her body sucking me in takes over. The warmth of the water blends with the heat of our bodies as she melts into me, gradually pushing herself down.
“Fuck,” she moans, every muscle in her body trembling as I stretch her. “It’s—It’s too fucking much?—”
My hands move under the water, brushing across her inner thighs, gently widening her legs and easing the tension. “You can do it,” I assure, my voice quivering with need. With every inch she takes, I turn into a fucking mess. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”
She whimpers in response, her eyes squeezing shut as her consciousness begins to slip away. “West?—”
I cut her off when my fingers find her clit and give it a sharp pinch, earning a visceral reaction from her body. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes!” she yelps, and I ease the pain, rubbing a soothing circle across that sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Open wider and let me in, then,” I breathe, grabbing her jaw with my other hand and pulling her closer, crashing her lips onto mine. “Show me how good you can be for me.”
As my words ignite her, she gradually surrenders to the pleasure, her hips rocking back and forth in a perfect rhythm. Euphoria washes over her, and her lips part, leaving her breathless and unable to respond to my kisses. Her hands grasp my shoulders, nails digging in as she seeks stability. I recline against the tub, continuing to circle her clit, my eyes locked on her.
Soft neon lights cast shadows across her bare skin, and I bite my lower lip, tearing the fresh wound, hypnotized by the sight before me. Her nipples harden, and her perfect tits bounce with every move she makes as she chases her high. Water splashes around us, staining the pristine marble as she quickens her pace, riding me like it’s her last time.
“That’s it,” I praise, unable to keep even one fucking hand to myself. Before I realize what I’m doing, I cup her breast, pinching the hard bud between my fingers. Her cry mingles with the low drum of the song playing in the background. “Take that fucking cock, there you go.”
“Oh, fuck, West,” she chokes out, slowing down her pace just when both of us teeter on the edge of breaking apart. I want to kill her and beg her to keep prolonging the pleasure at the same time. “Don’t stop touching me.” Her plea sends my eyes to the back of my head, and I comply, my hand tracing lazy circles around her nipple while I maintain a balanced pace on her clit. “Yes, yes, you’re going to make me come?—”
She’s cut off when I can no longer contain the choked, utterly pathetic whimper as it eventually rips from my throat, echoing the enjoyment that vibrates through every inch of my fucking body.
She drains me like a vampire feasting on the lifeblood of my soul, and I savor every moment of her satisfaction, thriving on it without shame.
Giving her breast one last, possessive squeeze, I lean in, my fingers curling around the back of her neck as I yank her closer. “Come with me, baby girl,” I urge, my voice thick with lust as I pick up the pace on her clit. “Do it all over my cock while I come in your pussy.”
And she does. A scream, raw and broken, tears from her throat as she clenches around me. The impossibly tight grip of her walls is all it takes for me to go right after her. My eyes roll back in bliss, a sharp spike of pain shooting through my skull as electric jolts race along my veins.
I’m falling, unendingly, with no wish to come back. The world spins—a whirlwind of colors—while the tingles bite my skin and our combined warmth seeps through, erasing everything in its path.
“Fuck,” she weeps, burying her face in the crook of my neck, her frame jerking with aftershocks. “I can’t breathe.”
Neither can I. The steam around us intensifies the feeling of suffocation, draining the last of the oxygen. My ears are filled with a persistent ringing, and black spots reappear, obscuring my vision completely.
I know I shouldn’t feel this way.
But it’s as painful as it is blissful.
“They’re probably looking for us,” she adds, her voice laced with nonchalance, and I can’t help but laugh.
