But it’s hard to focus on speaking when his body squeezes my cock in such a lustful way and his stiff dick rubs against my stomach. He awakens the beast in me. Whether it’s to protect him, or to ravish him doesn’t matter right now. My thinking is animalistic either way.
I brace myself over him, my hands planted on his arms as I thrust in, rocking the swing with the power of my need. A few drops of my sweat drip onto him as I shiver, rolling my hips when the pressure is almost too much. Each stroke of his palms over my chest and stomach is like a lick of fire, but I want to step closer to the flames and watch him as each jab with my cock moves him in the air.
I love to see him trembling and out-of-control, but I’m beyond desperate for release as well. My balls feel so tight, and I want to cream his hole as soon as possible. My movements are jerky, my breathing raspy, but he’s still the first to grunt in pleasure.
His cum jets out of his cock and between us, some splashing my stomach, some landing on his heaving chest. Luke arches his head back and a few droplets even land on his throat. As he fights for air, the bat tattooed there seems to flap its wings, as if it was trying to fly into my arms.
The sight of him, combined with the heat of the orangery, the intoxicating scent of roses, and the delicious way his ass tightens around me, push me over the edge, and I stand tall, watching his sprawled form take my dick a few final times.
My knees go weak when I finally come, but I squeeze the chains and stare down at him as I empty my balls.
“Can you feel it? All warm inside you.”
His face is flushed, eyes dazed, but he still stares back at me from under a strand of hair stuck to his cheek. “So hot…” he whispers. “Still throbbing inside me…”
I let him experience that for a few more seconds, but eventually, my cock slides out of his pliant body. I rest my knee on the edge of the swing, then climb in alongside him. The structure creaks, swings farther away, but manages to hold our combined weight as I kiss his sweet neck, and then nuzzle the adorable roundear.
“You’re my treasure.”
Luke laughs and holds on to me as he looks up at the hook holding the swing. When he’s sure we’re not about to crash, he settles into my embrace and even entwines our legs.
I must have fucked all the nerves out of him, because he’s so relaxed against me now. I can just see us like this years from now, on a restful summer’s day.
“Nah, this is the treasure,” he grins and runs his fingers over my chest, enjoying every ridge of hard muscle.
“Both can be true.” I smirk. The swinging keeps bringing us close to the rose bushes, but it will only last so long, so I reach toward one of the flowers, swallow down the discomfort caused by its thorns, and break it off.
Luke blinks as I smell the flower before tapping it against his cheekbone. “As beautiful as you.”
He shakes his head with a smile. “Cheesefest.” Whatever that means, he still runs his fingers over the petals, and I can’t wait for one of these midnight roses to seal our bond at our wedding. “These are actually beautiful too, with their creepy faces, teeth, and wisps of shadow in their tails,” he says and traces one of the shadowy eels making its way over my pec.
I stretch, resting in the afterglow of pleasure. “This? This is the skin of a killer, Luke” I boast, proud of every single duel I’ve won.
I expect him to gasp or become thoughtful, but instead, he laughs so loudly, the sound must be heard even outside. He turns to his back and won’t stop giggling. He’s laughed with me before but this time he has tears in his eyes, and appears so at ease all I want to do is snuggle him and pinch his cheek. I don’t know why he’s this amused, but it’s so adorable I can’t take my eyes off him.
Pure, unadulterated joy beams from him, brighter than the moon above us, and I realize I’m going to do anything to make him laugh like this more often.
“What’s so funny?” I ask and swirl my fingertip through the cum drying on his chest.
He tries to speak, but half of what he’s saying is gibberish because he keeps laughing. “It’s just—from a movie—I don’t know how—” He takes a few deep breaths to calm down and looks into my eyes, happy like a frog in a bog. “What you said… it features in a story in my world. It’s hard to explain. I’m sorry. I’ll show you one day.” He leans in to kiss me, stroking my chin, but he doesn’t need to apologize. I’m not offended.
“I’ll make you laugh like this every day. That’s a promise,” I say, stroking the rose as the swing slows its rocking. “You know, during the wedding we will hold a rose like this together. And I want that to happen, but I’d rather the full moon was far, far away.”
“Why? Don’t you want to finally possess my shadow?” Luke asks, piercing me with his eyes as if he wants to unearth all my thoughts.
My heart speeds up, and for a moment I consider coming up with a dismissive answer, but I want him to know the truth of my thoughts, so I kiss his shoulder and place my arm across his body. “Yes. But I want you more, and after the wedding, you might leave.”
Luke cuddles up to me, unafraid of the fact that I could overpower him with ease. Maybe deep down he knows he’s the one who pulls the strings. “Maybe… you could visit me? You know, after.” He yawns and closes his eyes, resting his cheek against my arm.
Joy pulls at my heart, and I rub my nose through his fragrant hair. “No distance will be too far, my darling,” I whisper, and as he presses closer, I promise myself that I will always make sure he feels important.
I will anticipate his needs and let him come to me slowly, if that’s what he needs.
If he believes people are untrustworthy and cruel, I will prove him wrong.
He will be my Dark Companion.
I will be the lord of his heart.
