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CONAN
Sleep Token – Even In Arcadia
I can see her spiraling inside her head.
Like I can hear every single doubt rattling through her mind like shrapnel. It’s chaos behind those eyes, and I want to silence every piece of it. Just for a moment. Just enough to remind her who the fuck she is.
I cradle her face, one hand on each side. My thumbs stroke along her temples, slow. Gentle. She doesn’t flinch. That’s a win. This girl is sending me fucking crazy in the best way, and she needs to know what she does to me.
Fuck whoever broke her confidence. I’ll hunt them all down and grind their faces into the dirt. If it’s Ben, then I’ll gladly end him.
But right now? I need her to remember the version of herself who let me slam her against a wall with my tongue down her throat just to piss off her loser boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend.
“Come back to me, trouble. Fuck what Ben said. Fuck anyone who has ever made you doubt yourself. They ain’t worth it.
You are so much more than they could ever be.
You, Hallie, are a badass. You’re funny.
You have impeccable taste in cars. You’re kind and caring.
You are drop-dead fucking gorgeous. You made me hard while sticking a needle in my leg.
You made me hard when you giggled. Do you need me to continue the list?
Or can I just fuckin' kiss you now, for real this time?”
She sucks in a shaky breath. I roll my tongue along my teeth to stop myself from doing what I’m burning to do.
There’s something she said earlier, something I can’t get out of my head.
Something that damn near brought me to my knees.
And maybe that’s where I want to be.
“Or do you want me to be a good boy and get down on my knees and beg for you?”
Her eyes go wide. She licks her lips slowly, and the switch flips in her. I feel it. Like an electric charge between us as her nails drag over my shirt. That touch hits like a spark. Fuck, it burns like it too.
I’m holding back. Every muscle in my body is begging to snap. But I won’t. She needs this—control. Power. I want to be the one to give it back to her.
“I don’t ever do this, Conan. This isn’t who I am normally. I don’t bring men back and have sex with them.”
I press a finger to her lips. Her words crash against her teeth, stopped by my touch.
“There is nothing wrong with a woman feeding into her desires, trouble. Women having sex does not make them disgusting, or a whore, or anything else. We’re all human, we all have urges; men and women are no fucking different.
So while it makes me hard as hell knowing you don’t do this often, I wouldn’t have given a shit either way. I just want you.”
And I mean it.
This world has fucked up everything for women. Taught them shame. Like they’re not allowed to want things. Need things. Like pleasure should only ever be a reward, never a right.
Bullshit.
For the small amount of time we actually walk on this planet, why can’t we just fuck who we want, when we want, and exactly how we need it?
Everyone would be a lot happier running through the woods and fucking against trees like the feral fuckin’ animals we all are born to be.
Her mouth opens. Closes. I wait.
“Just one night? And we tell no one.”
She means my brother. Yeah. I get it. It’s not worth the fallout. Not tonight.
“Secret is safe with me, darlin’.”
She shifts on her feet. That pout is pure sin. Every second that ticks by just turns the fire up.
“Get on those knees then, beastie.”
Fuck.
My heart damn near breaks through my ribs.
I hold the counter for support, my thigh screaming, but I don’t care. Not one bit. This injury won’t ruin tonight. I’ll tear it back open before I give this up.
She grabs my whiskey and tilts her head back, letting the liquid sit in her mouth. When her fingers run through my hair, my breath catches. But when she yanks my head back and spits that whiskey into my mouth?—
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
The burn of the whiskey hits, but it’s nothing compared to her.
“Kiss. Me. Please,” I beg.
She steps back, smirking, and undoes each button of her black shirt like she’s teasing the gods. The red lace underneath makes my cock throb. She tosses the shirt aside, and I can’t look away.
“I wanna run my tongue along them,” I tell her, looking at her perfect breasts.
So many things I want to do to her. And not enough hours in the night.
“Maybe I’ll let you.”
“Stand up and take your clothes off,” she orders.
I don’t hesitate.
I’m on my feet, tearing off my loafers, shirt, and pants—gone. My cock presses tight against my boxers, already begging for her.
She stares, voice low.
“All of it.”
I kick them off, and my dick springs free. Hard. Throbbing all for her.
“You going to return the favor, trouble?”
“Holy fuck,” she breathes out, her eyes fixed on my cock.
I stroke myself. Slow. Just enough to keep the edge simmering.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“Strip for me, darlin’. I’ve shown you mine, you show me yours.”
She steps out of her jeans, leaving only red lace and a jaw-dropping view.
“Stunning. Be a good girl for me and turn around. Let me see.”
She spins. And I almost lose it.
“Bend over the counter.” I switch some control back.
She obeys. Legs apart. Back arched. Fucking heaven.
“I’ve not touched you yet, and you’re panting. How wet are you for me, Hallie?”
“Soaked, Conan. I think you need a taste, don’t you?”
Her words shred what little control I had left.
I drop to my knees. Again. And I’d stay here forever for her.
Sliding her panties down slowly, I tear them clean off and kiss up her thigh, savoring the heat radiating from her.
“I bet you taste sweet.”
I spread her with my fingers and lick her once. Long. Deep.
She moans; it’s shaky and beautiful.
I go again. This time, my tongue plunges inside while my finger circles her clit. My other hand anchors her hips, grounding her to me.
“Conan.”
Her hips roll, chasing my mouth like she needs it to breathe.
I want her screaming.
I pull my hand back and spank her, hard.
“Fuck!”
Her cry echoes through the room as I feast on her like a man starved. Her taste is everything. I need more.
“Come for me, trouble.”
My cock aches, but I don’t stop. I won’t stop. Not until I feel her fall apart beneath my hands.
And still—it’s not enough.
I want to see her.
I want to watch her break.
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