Page 244 of Fragments

“Does this please you?” His lips lower to my throat, and he drops a delicate kiss on my Adam’s apple as it dips.

I mean… No. It doesn’t matter…

But there are flashes of tingling nostalgia sweeping through my extremities. That night brings me back… To the smell of smoke, and the vibrant flames. The anger, the rage, devastation, and festering pain… all replaced by a blaze of peace.

I barely even notice that The Ivory is still kissing my throat, his hips subtly rocking into mine.

“W-why…?” is all I can ask with this dazzling fog of perplexity sucking the air out of my lungs.

“You were always so beautiful,” he breathes, barely audibly.

Chills sheet my exposed flesh.

Winds are whipping outside. I can hear them.

He releases my hands, and I don’t fight. Ican’t. I’m just lying beneath him while he grinds his erection against my dick, touching me with the same passionate possession he did that night… In the dark VIP room.Wearing a mask…

Feeding me exotic fruit and sucking on my tongue… Fucking me and caressing my cock like he loves it.

It washim. He was the one who brought me to the peak of pleasure, not pain.

My hands slide down his sides.

“You were waiting for me…” he hums, sucking viciously tender on my neck. “Waiting for me to come back for you.”

Thunder rumbles. It shakes the building.

I hear pieces of concrete hitting the floor across the room.

My heart rate is jacked, but I keep my movements slow and steady, sliding my hand between us to cup his cock. He shivers, thrusting into my hand. Hard as stone, it throbs in my palm.

The loud roar of winds and booming thunder rocks the foundation beneath this tiny bed. It’s really dark out in the hallway…

“Why is the… power out?” I mutter, almost to myself.

But The Ivory is too busy humping my hand, whispering things I don’t understand into my neck.

“Do you stillhateme, pajarito?”

My free hand squeezes into a fist while the other keeps fondling his cock.

Boom.

More crumbling rocks scatter. The dull glow in the hall flickers out.

A noise and movement catches my attention. The door is open…

I can’t see shit. It’s too dark. But I can feel someone watching us. A shadow of someone out there…

“Si, papi…” Words come from a hushed voice I can’t place. “Eres el diablo.”

Who the fuck was that??

The Ivory stiffens. He lifts off of me, turning toward the doorway.

Boom.

A thunderous explosion rattles my bones.