“Fuck.”
The word is harsh and hushed, filled with lust so real I can almost taste it. It loosens the muscles in my neck and heat spreads through my body. It’s a victorious compliment to hear him say such a word. My head swims with the sound of it on his tongue and in my ear.
The spines around his cock pulse against my fold like they are desperate to be back inside me. My pussy clenches around just the tip of his cock and he growls. My boogeyman loses his gentlemanliness; the little bit of control he kept to tease me slips from him. Augustine slams his hips forward so hard I move up the bed. His skin slaps against my wet flesh with a deep, primal rhythm. My body sings as each of the spines press against my pussy.
Every thought in my head is begging for more, to cum, to feel full of him, to taste him. My jaw turns slack, I can’t close it. Every sound of our flesh meeting is followed by a moan from my mouth. Each sound gets higher and higher the closer I get.
Augustine’s hand wraps around my nape. His fingers dig into my hair and my eyes struggle to stay open. I am drowning in the sounds of our bodies, my thoughts slow and wispy like spun sugar, but I want to see him. I want him to know that I am thinking of only him as he is now. Tears return to my eyes and I feel them slip down my cheek into my hairline.
“Own me,” I whimper. “Yours, Augustine!”
I cry out when he pulls out of me, a hollow feeling taking over me. He wraps my thighs around his waist completely and sands cover my ankles. My head spins when Augustine lifts me up, the blood rushing through me straight to my throbbing clit.
“I want to feel you everywhere when you cum on my cock,mon abeille.” He licks the tears from my cheek and it only makes me cry more. His tongue scrapes across my skin like it truly wants to devour me.
Sand encompasses us. I am surrounded by black sand and a soft glow from Augustine. His eyes flash as he looks at me again. He bites his tongue, and I see his ichor. The golden honey fluid drips from his sharp teeth and his bottom lip.
I open my mouth in want, waiting for him to give me this. Every fibre of my being wants to lean in, to lick and kiss and suck at his tongue until I can’t think straight.
A devilish smirk I have only seen in my dreams marks his cheek. His cock teases my slit, the tip rubbing against my clit as the quills taunt my soaked flesh. Augustine grips my neck harder, pulls me closer to his lips, and spits into my mouth. The ichor barely hits my tongue, but my body is already shaking. He has never done this before. I am vibrating out of my skin and floating out of myself. Honey, warm and golden and laced with Augustine’s perfection, slides down my throat.
“You are mine,” he growls with finality, like he is making a promise before God to be pious for the rest of his days. Augustine’s other hand cups my ass and lifts just enough to position me above his cock. “Who do I belong to, Joanna?”
“Please, " I pant, anticipation tensing my muscles, my pussy dripping obscenely down his cock. I can’t see it, my tummy is in the way, but I know it’s covered in me.
“Who,mon abeille?” Sands tweak my nipples and wrap tighter around my body, holding me in their embrace. “Who?”
“Me,” I whimper. “Me, mine!”
My voice is punched out of me as I am dropped onto his cock. Augustine’s spines expand inside of me as he rocks me against him, lifting me just enough to rub against that delicious spot inside me. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth and I suck on instinct. The sweetness on it makes my head reel. He groans against my lips with each stroke.
My lower belly tightens, the coil of my arousal tightening to the point of snapping. Tears cool against my heated cheeks, sweat forming in my hairline, but I never want it to stop. I have never felt anything like this. Augustine’s hand in my hair moves me, bending me to his will as he deepens the kiss.
I am surrounded, ready to surrender to everything and anything he has to give me. My hands grip at Augustine and his sands. The grains trail across my body and raise me up higher. My thoughts are of nothing but my boogeyman, of this monster who has turned my life upside down and inside out. He has brought me back to life.
He breaks the kiss, only to kiss me again. His sharp teeth cut across my lips and I taste the copper tang of my blood as it mixes with his honey ichor. We moan in unison, lost in the taste of each other.
“Mon abeille, I am going to cum. I need you with me.” Already I’m nodding, words lost. I am so close. My head is empty except for him.
He kisses my jaw, down my neck, right to the bond mark. The pace of his thrusts picks up, the deep strokes coming in quick succession as he chases our release. I am impossibly full of him, and he hasn’t even cum yet. Tendrils of his sand slink around my ass, around our joined body, until they are coated in my leaking arousal. They wrap around my clit and I scream. Whatever Augustine is doing, it feels like he is sucking on my clit. Everything goes white and gold as I cum. My pussy clenches and gushes around Augustine.
“Yes,” he praises me, teeth grazing my skin. “Give me everything, Joanna. Let go of everything and be mine.”
His teeth sink into my soft flesh with ease. I scream as pain and pleasure rip through my body. Everything is alight and frozen. Time stops as all the pressure drips from the base of my skull and I feel the bond. Every emotion rushing through Augustine is rushing through me. My syrupy thoughts mix with the drunken high of my mate.My mate.The word rings out in my head as my eyes close. I can’t help it. I am awash in ecstasy and dreams.
I wake up to the scent of lavender and hands smoothing over my back. I don’t think I could be more relaxed. A soft and slow smile spreads across my lips as the aches in my body come to the surface. My neck hurts, of course, but my pussy throbs with a delicious pain that is only a reminder of how well fucked I was.
“Mon abeille,” Augustine chuckles, and I feel his mirth. It’s an odd sensation, like tickling behind my ear.
“My mate,” I mumble into the plush pillow, the words coating my tongue like caramel. “Did I pass out?”
“Yes, I briefly panicked. But it was only for a few moments.” His teeth nip at my ass and I squeal. “Stay still so I can finish.”
Augustine leans across the bed, and then I feel slightly warmed lotion spread across my thigh all the way down to my ankle. It smells more like honey than lavender now and my body warms to that.
“What do we do now?” I ask when he finishes.
“Whatever you would like, Joanna.” He wraps me up in his arms, my face pressed into his neck. “My preference is a cuddle and tea as a post-love-making ritual, though that will require leaving the bed.”
