His eyes fly open, the whites all I can see as they pin straight to me. I’m still, letting him take me in, where I am, and what I’m doing.
I know it’s overwhelming, shifting from a nightmare to something so impossibly good inreal life.
“A-Abel?” he asks, sounding disoriented.
I nod, but I don’t know if he can see me, so I answer, “Yes. It’s just me.”
“What—” I roll my hips, groaning as his dick shifts inside me, his head brushing my prostate. I don’t always like the feeling—it’stoo much.But right now, too much is good.
Peris’s hips fly upwards, sending me tumbling. I grasp for purchase, nails scoring over his chest as I fall face-first into it. His hands move from my hips to my face, fingers digging into my cheeks as he rips my face off him.
He holds me tight, the arch of his thumb and index finger touching through the flesh of my cheeks, my lips parted in the shape of a figure eight.
His eyes dart back and forth between mine, searching for something. I let him, unable to move through the pulsing ache radiating down my jaw, shooting straight to my dick. It flexes against Peris’s stomach, making him jolt, arm rearing back, ripped from my face.
I roll my hips again, slowly, eyes flicking back and forth to watch the shift in his features. He grimaces, eyes wide, expression hauntingly raw as he stares between my legs. I don’t know how much he can see in the dull pink glow, but I hope it’s enough.
His stomach dips, ribs jutting out. He turns his head to the side, scrunching his eyes shut. “I-I can’t. I’m gonna be sick.” He convulses, a retching noise ripped from his throat.
The bowing of his body sends him deeper inside of me, making the both of us groan in unison. I wrap my fingers around Peris’s biceps, digging my nails in. “Look at me.”
He swallows, shaking his head, tragically vulnerable.
I keep myself as still as possible. “Peris.”
“Abel, you have to—this is too much. I can’t. Not after that—” His legs are twitching, hips thrusting mildly of what seems to be their own accord. It sends warmth coursing through me, and I want nothing more than to drop my head back and justfeel,but I have to get Peris there, too.
“The nightmares, I know. But you can. Justlook at me.”Everythinghas shifted in this moment.
Seconds pass heavily, the air charged but so still, like the simple spark of static will engulf it in hellfire.
I watch as his face shifts through his emotions. Confusion, revulsion—there’s a lot of that—pain, before settling on…
His lip curls in disdain as he wrenches his eyes open, glaring at me with malicious intent. I smile on the inside.
There’s my Peri boy.
“Yeah, that’s good, baby. Be angry. It helps. Easier to control.” I purse my lips, pressing them to his bare skin. He hisses, snarls.
I feel elated.
“I fucking hate you.” His venomous words echo. “You think this is okay?” He snaps his hips up, sending me reeling. My boxers bite into my fresh burns, adding to the sensation.
“No.”
“Good because it’s fucking not. This—” Peris growls, hands on my hips, pinning me to his chest as his fingertips slide beneath my waistband, “this is fucking rape, too, runt.” The sharp bite of admission, oftruth,wraps like a vice around my hammering heart.
My face glides over his slick chest. Sweat stings my eye. “S’not,” I croak through the beating Peris is putting me through. His intense hammering slows, allowing me to suck in a breath.
Fuck, there was a purpose to this, but the fog in my mind is making it hard to think. Endorphins rush through my bloodstream, sending me higher and higher. The tight, too-dry pressure, the push and pull.
The hate. The desire.
The fear.
The abhorrentacceptance.
I flick my tongue out. Peris grips my hair, yanking my head back. His eyes are half-lidded, his expression a mixture of horny and hate. It looks good on him—and he looks good in me.
