Page 85 of Eternal

Nails rake my scalp as her pussy leaks onto my tongue.

My palms graze over the scars on the inside of her thighs, and I kiss her between the legs like it can take her pain away. I’ve always preferred being the one to inflict it. But seeing evidence of what she’s survived at her own hand while fighting the demons in her mind makes me want to sweep my fingers over her hurt and erase it.

But I can’t.

I won’t.

Her battle wounds are proof she’s still here. She survived.

Teal hands herself over to me, and we’re electricity crackling. Raw nerves exposed to each other. She hands herself over to me, trusting me with what’s left of her. Craving the lash of my tongue on her pussy like pleasure will repent our sins.

She tastes like hope and self-destruction. Two opposing forces that shouldn’t coexist, but she does.

I drag her screams from her lips while her cunt grabs my tongue, and I shove it deeper. I fuck her with my tongue, and then I kiss her clit until her nails dig into my scalp and her entire body is shaking.

She drips down her thighs as she comes, painting a beautiful mess on my face. And I watch her from my knees as her expression contorts and her body shivers. But I don’t give her the chance to come down from the high.

I need the aftershocks of her pussy wrapped around my cock. So I bite a path up her thighs, her hips, her ribs. Kissing and nipping at every marked spot on her skin and replacing the memory of her pain with pleasure. Istand, stripping her of her shirt and bra, sucking a perfect pebbled nipple between my teeth, and teasing her with just enough pain to make her squirm.

This girl is perfection.

She’s everything I never wanted, but now I’m suffocating when I don’t have her. She’s everything I need in my hands and in my life.

After that night in the courtyard, I tried recreating her over and over again. I crafted her in silver, gold, and copper. Nothing came close.

Nothing compares to her flushed flesh beneath my palms. To the sound that squeaks out when I sink my teeth into the meat of her small breasts. She wants me as much as she hates me, and I need her with every blackened bit of my soul.

When I release her nipple, Teal grabs the sides of my face and pulls my mouth to hers. My tongue dives between her puffy lips, and I force her to taste the madness of her pleasure. She needs to understand how she drives me insane.

Teal has spent years questioning her sanity while having no idea what she does to mine.

Tears drip from her eyes, with her pleasure and pain. They draw rivers down the apples of her cheeks.

The girl who doesn’t feel—who can’t because of what her doctors are pumping into her—leaks open for me.

I lick the tear from her cheek like the salty tang can reveal all her secrets. Like it can erase the space that I’ve been forced to maintain to keep her safe from the blood of our fathers.

I tried.

I stayed away.

I thought I was strong because I resisted.

It turns out, she was mine all along. I convinced myself I did this to destroy her family, but as her teeth sink into my lower lip, I know I did it for her. They tried to give her to someone else.

She’s mine.

Teal’s fingers fight with my belt, and she strips it off me. She needs me inside her, and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. Every inch of her is the land I’ll claim as mine.

She shoves my jeans down in the front, and I grab her wrists, pinning her hands overhead. I can’t help it. I need to contain her; I need to control her. I need to keep her in this moment before she slips through my fingers again.

I sink my cock between her legs, and her warm cunt welcomes me home. Thrusting so hard and deep, she loses all the air from her lungs.

“Eyes on me, Teal.” I grip her wrists tighter, driving deeper into her hot core as her green eyes snap to mine.

Her threat from our first time together still stirs inside me. It eats me away, thinking at any moment she might disappear into her mind. It might have been a taunt, but there’s truth to it. She’s slipping, and it takes all I have to keep her here. I need her with me. Feeling me. Understanding what we are.

When it comes to us, I refuse to let her disconnect.