Page 54 of Eternal

I’m on the ledge, and like Declan senses it, he releases my arms and grabs my hair, pulling my face from the mattress. It’s a wet mess from crying, but when he tugs me off the bed and forces my back to arch so he can look me in the eyes, his expression flashes with admiration.

With one hand laced in my hair, his other roams my chest. He teases my nipples, pinching them, moving down until he’s at my clit. And when he squeezes it between his forefinger and thumb, I almost lose my connection on this Earth with the scream that rips out of me.

I’m not sure how much longer I can hold on. Sound has faded out; my vision is darkening. I need to come more than I need air.

But as I stare into Declan’s eyes, he holds me there.

I’ve never wanted to give him anything, but he demands this, and I can’t find it in myself to deny him.

Fear. Pleasure. Rage.

It all peaks as one. My body is a gasket, and I’m so close to going off.

“Do you want me to let you come now?” He squeezes my clit again.

“Please.” I’m begging, and I don’t care.

I’ll do anything to come right now.

Declan toys with my clit, rubbing circles as he drives in. I’m squeezing his cock so hard it must be hurting both of us, but his face shows nothing. He’s in complete control always, while I’m on the verge of detonation.

“Such a sloppy cunt dripping for me.” Declan rolls over my clit, steadying his pace as he drives into me. “How does it feel to admit I’m the one your body belongs to?”

I hate it.

I fucking hate him.

But all that comes out is a moan when he hits some spot I didn’t know existed.

“That’s right, don’t try to lie to me with your filthy fucking mouth.” He grins, driving harder and picking up his pace. “Come for me, Tealene. Look into my eyes while you come apart and remember who is defiling you. Squeeze my cock like a good little pet and fill yourself up with my cum.”

It’s a command my body won’t deny because the moment the words come out of his mouth, I’m shattering. I’m dripping down his cock, and my legs are shaking against the restraints. Everything is foggy as I slowly start to crest.

My hate boils into something else, and I’m coming harder than I ever have before, staring into Declan’s eyes the entire time. And as his body jerks and he comes inside me, he stares into mine.

This could be a forced arrangement or a twisted bond. I no longer know the difference as he releases me into a puddle on his bed. Declan pulls back, and I feel him starting to drip out of me. His cum slides down my thighs as he releases the restraints to free my legs.

Once the straps are unbuckled, I expect him to toss me my clothes, but when I lift onto my forearms, he presses a hand to my back, holding me still.

“What are you—”

I’m cut off by him driving two fingers into my sore pussy, and my entire body winces with the pain.

“You doubt that I’m an artist like you, Teal.” Declan drives his fingers deep before pulling them back out.

“A what?” I shake my head, confused and coming down from a high of endorphins.

I don’t know what he’s talking about as I watch him circle the bed. He stops at the headboard, lifting his fingers that were just inside me to my painting.

“I’m going to make art with you.” He smears our cum on the canvas, painting a wet streak that shines in the dim light.

It’ll disappear over time, but that’s not the point. We both know it’s there.

He returns to my side, reaching for my arm. “Come here.”

My head spins when he helps pull me to stand. My vision dots, and I almost fall, collapsing in his arms.

Free falling.