“No, little doll. I’m going to take my time, worship your body, take what belongs to me.”
His voice and words turn me on so much that I can hardly stand it, and my hips buck against him in a desperate attempt to have him enter me. He keeps doing that for one full minute, teasing my entrance with his cock as his pre-cum wets my clit, and then he enters me. As my back arches from the deep recesses of his cock, I scream from the sudden intrusion, but it’s a scream full of pleasure. His eyes fill with a volatile combination of pain and joy, which I can see vividly, yet he doesn’t fuck me. No, he makes love to me with slowed strokes, pushing in and out of me, filling the room with moans.
The room is cold, but this act of sex keeps us warm, and I will focus on the now rather than the future and what’s surely to come. A heavy breath falls out of him as he loses himself in me, and I in him, and we are both lost in each other. The pain and agony in my head along with the tortured demons in my soul finally feel content in his presence. It’s as if his touch alone silences them in my head.
Over and over again, he sinks into my wet pussy, clenching his teeth as he approaches the end, nearly coming inside me. I am taken away by the arousing sounds of his skin slapping against mine, the sense of wetness from me makes me feel like I am on the verge of ecstasy.
“Can you feel it too?” I moan as he pushes deep into me with a thrust.
“What?”
“The way your demons quieten in my presence?”
I am fucked by him with deep thrusts that feel like they are meant to crawl deep into my blood and never leave me. I can feel the tension in his muscles beneath my fingers as I press against his back, my hands tightly gripping him.
“Yeah, little doll.”
And then he moans louder, fucking me harder with each thrust as he gains speed. With one final thrust, he comes hard, his cum filling me up. My body follows suit, shivering and trembling from the force of the orgasm as I come undone.
“Fuck,” I pant out, and he collapses over me.
At this very moment, I feel an ultimate sense of contentment. This feels soright, and I never want to let go of this. But I know this won’t last. My happiness never lasts because I know I’m not deserving of it.
He plants passionate kisses on me while helping me put my tights back on, and then we both lay down on the dirty mattress, taking refuge and comfort as we rest, gathering energy to keep running away from our fate.
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SOMEHOW WE MANAGED TO fall asleep in the chilly room because the next time I open my eyes, the storm has subsided, the wind no longer howling, but it is still dark outside.
Distinct sounds send my heart into overdrive, pounding against my chest like a hammer, causing a wave of panic to wash over me and settle deep in my bones. I shake Grey’s body, his arms slumped against mine as if protecting me in his arms.
“Wake up,” I whisper urgently, fearing what’s outside.
I hear the sound of branches snapping, and I can make out the crunch of snow like someone is walking nearby. I can’t tell what it is, but it’s too loud to be an animal. Grey slowly opens his eyes, his sapphire gaze meeting mine with a smile on his lips that fades instantly upon seeing my distraught face.
“What is it?”
“Shh,” I whisper, placing my finger on my lips to signal him to be quiet while both of us strain our ears to hear what is happening outside.
Despite the storm’s calm, I hear low murmurs of voices in the still air, which causes the color to drain from my face.
His eyes widen, fear coating his expression as he takes me into his arms. “We need to get out.”
“How?”
A palpable fear takes hold of me, rendering me immobile and preventing me from thinking clearly. The sound of their approaching footsteps grows more audible, their voices grow louder, and the crunches of their footsteps become clearer.
“They’re here.” My throat tightens, and my words come out choked with emotion as the dread settles in.
We should never have fallen asleep, we should have tried to get away as soon as we rested for a few minutes. Our misstep has now caused dire consequences. We cautiously creep over to the kitchen door, which creaks as I open it to reveal the outdoors. Taking our steps slowly and cautiously, we venture out into the forest, my skin feeling the coldness of the chilly snow.
“I’m sorry,” Grey whispers as he kisses my forehead, yet his eyes are full of agony.
“For what?”
“They took you because of me.”
But after meeting Arthur Grimhill, I realized that it’s not Grey’s fault, not that I ever blamed him. I was always destined to end up here, and that thought leaves a sickening taste in my mouth.
