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My breath fills the air with white clouds like smoke signals to my location as fear permeates every cell in my body. Daylight is quickly fading, add in the darkness enclosing me thanks to the trees and coverage from their canopies and I can barely see my hand in front of my face. But I can feel him everywhere, this person hunting me through the woods. My heart is hammering its way up my throat that’s tight and dry as I suck in another gasping breath.

Adrenaline supercharges the blood in my veins, every muscle twitching as I try and work out a way to escape. I need to get away from this maniac, I’ve got no idea if Jenna has sent out an alert to the staff that one of the patients from the secure unit has gotten out but what other reason could there be to explain my current situation?

I skid to a halt on the slick leaves, my boots digging into the dirt. The smell of damp earth is heavy in the air. I search for an escape but it’s like the trees are caging me in and I can’t see a way out. “What the fuck do I do?” I wrench at my hair with shaking hands, fear and adrenaline overriding my ability to think.

“I’ll count to three and if you get away… I’ll let you go.” The crazed voice taunts me. I freeze. My head snaps to the left scanning the trees closest to me. I don’t see anything so I turn and look over my shoulder and all there is a wall of black.

“Fuck,” I mutter, bile scorching the back of my throat, my hands shaking and my knees feel like they’re going to buckle underneath me.

“One.”

My heart thunders, stealing the air from my lungs. What the fuck is he doing? Playing with me? Going to kill me? My legs feel like they’re filled with cement and I can’t move. My whole body shudders like someone has just walked over my grave. Dread crawls over my skin and slithers into my throat as it closes up.

“Two.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fight or flight kicks in and I spin trying to work out where he is. His voice is echoing and ricocheting off the trees. I can’t tell, there’s no point of reference. I don’t know, fuck! I bite down on my lip and launch myself into a run, the ground falling away beneath my feet but it’s do or die right now.

“Three.”

Time seems to stand still and my life flashes before my eyes. I feel like I’m trapped in some B-rated horror movie. I’m frozen but my arms and legs are pumping. I can feel his gaze zeroed in on me like a fighter pilot locked onto his target.

My foot slips on a branch just as a weight barrels into my back and my legs are kicked out from underneath me. We fall to the ground. My face pushed into the dirt that forces its way between my lips. Twigs and stones slice into my skin, the abrasive burn heightening my senses. Panic floods my system making my heart stutter in my chest, hammering against my ribs so loud it drowns out everything other than my ragged, rasping breaths that punch out of my lungs.

I use the momentum of the fall to try and flip him but he’s unshakeable. We grapple as I try to break his hold and he tries to pin me down and force me into submission. I kick my legs out behind me trying to make contact with something that will hurt enough to get him to release me. A growl rumbles through me as I throw everything I have at him, but my strength is fading, overtaken by fear. My body slumps into the cold embrace of the damp earth as the will to fight flees and I surrender to my fate. I’m sorry I failed you again, angel.

My neck prickles with awareness as his nose runs along the sensitive skin of my neck. I can feel his nostrils flare as he inhales loudly, scenting me. A deep groan full of hunger and longing vibrates through my back from his chest making my body come alive and heat pool in my veins. What the fuck?

“Have you missed me, little devil?” Words so soft I wouldn’t have heard them if his lips weren’t brushing the shell of my ear sending a delicious wave of fire through my veins. I freeze as my brain slowly processes the words echoing inside my head and my body goes limp melting into him.

A warm tongue laves at the corded tendons straining on my neck, tasting me, he hums rolling his hips against my arse, his thick length pushing between my cheeks. I turn my head slowly, afraid he’ll disappear like a dream slips from your mind the moment you open your eyes. “Angel?” I rasp. My voice wavers, laced with agony and longing as the word is wrenched from my soul, tearing open barely scabbed over wounds.

“You didn’t answer my question.” Sinking his teeth into the flesh of my neck until it burns as he waits me out.

“Is this even real?” I feel like I’m trapped in a fever dream, one I never want to end. Either that or I’m dead and have found myself in heaven. My angel is alive.

“Yes,” he breathes, his nose nuzzling into my neck, breath caressing my skin as he sighs in pleasure. The hands pinning down my shoulders lift, their weight travelling down my arms until his fingers lace with mine, dirt and grit biting into our skin making this moment raw, soul affirming.

“I’ve been trying to find you but—” My words are cut off by his muddy hand covering my mouth.

“Now is not the time,” he groans, punctuating his words with his hips. “I want you, Rhys. I need to be inside of you. To know you’re really real and this isn’t another delusion. I’ve touched you every night in my dreams… I can’t be sure this is real until I’m buried so deep inside you, you’ll have to swallow me down.”

“Oh, fuck.” I lean my head back onto his shoulder desperate for more, my body responding to his presence as I start to rut into the ground.

A manic chuckle rings out behind me as his weight lifts off my body, leaving me cold, bereft and my body confused. I push up onto my knees, turning to face his kneeling form, confusion taking over my features. Cold hands cup my face with dirt encrusted fingers, thumbs stroking across my cheekbones. His eyes are nothing more than a galaxy of wild emotions and unchecked primal need making me swallow the words on the tip of my tongue. “I want to chase you. To claim you. To fill you with so much of my cum it will be dripping out of you when you get in his car tonight to go home.”

“But I—” He holds up his hands, silencing me before I can plead my case and tell him I’d never let anyone else touch me. He owns me. I’m unequivocally his until we both face judgement for our sins, and then even in the bowels of hell, I’ll be his.

“You’re going to run, little devil. Run like you fear me.” A salacious grin kicks up his lips but my eyes are drawn to his tongue running across his top teeth that glisten in the near darkness. My heart beats like a war drum and I’m a foot soldier preparing for battle as my commanding officer gives that final rousing speech. “When I catch you… I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll have to crawl out of here on your hands and knees.”

My cock jerks and pulses in my jeans, a bead of precum leaking from the tip dampening my boxers. Need thrums through me like electricity setting alight all my nerve endings and anticipation has the fine hairs covering my body standing on end. “And if you don’t?” The words are out before they’ve even registered in my brain. I bite my lip and swallow down the desire drowning me as I wait.

Kayden throws his head back as a bellowing laugh is ripped out of his chest, and rises to his feet offering me a muddy hand. He steps in close to me, his scent obliterating everything else from my mind. Kayden is the night, the cool caress of darkness infinite and unknown, danger and love in equal measure. Potent and oh so heady, one wrong move away from death. It’s strange how the smell of a person can evoke such a myriad of emotions and sensations but above all else, past the blood rushing to my aching cock, past the fear that haunts us both—for what has happened and what is yet to come—Kayden is my home.

For the first time in months I feel like the world has been lifted off my chest and I can finally breathe. His mere presence starts to rebuild all the shattered pieces I’ve been dragging around inside my skin, reforming me, making me into something new—more deserving of him. He is and always will be my perfect match, my mirror, my heart.

“There isn’t a world or lifetime that exists where I don’t catch you, Rhys.” Pain, anguish and lust burn in the eternal depths of his gaze. My heart in my throat, my mouth dryer than the moon, I’m a dying man on his knees, begging for his deliverance.

I lick my dry lips that are desperate to taste him, adjust my aching length and smile watching the flames stoke higher in his eyes. “Well then,” I breathe. “I volunteer as tribute.” His lips twitch but otherwise his face remains impassive, his eyes laser focused on my every movement as I rise to my feet brushing the mud off my legs.

Kayden steps up to me, so we’re toe to toe the stubble of his cheek brushes against mine until his lips find my ear. His lips brush over the sensitive skin eliciting a full body shudder as he whispers, “Run.”

I look up into his dark eyes, flames of lust licking at their depths mirroring the inferno burning inside me. I bite back the heady groan rumbling in my chest, bring my hands up to his chest and push. Not anticipating the move Kayden stumbles backwards a gravelly laugh leaving his lips as I turn and run blindly through the trees.

I push one foot in front of the other, fear morphs into primal lust as a fresh surge of adrenaline courses through my veins like liquid fire. I dodge around a colossal tree trunk, narrowly avoiding collision, and abruptly change direction as the ground slopes beneath me. Gravity becomes my ally, propelling me forward as I tear through the dense undergrowth, each step a desperate bid to escape and prolong the game.

A hunger filled primal howl rends the air echoing through the woods, sending shivers cascading down my spine. The sound reverberates all around me, confusing me. Lust ignites within me like a blazing interferon, driving me onward. A branch snapping behind me jolts me from my trance-like state, causing me to stumble, heart hammering in my chest,

With every ounce of strength I possess, I pump my arms and drive my legs, determined to maintain the distance I’ve gained. I want him to catch me, but not without a fight. I want him to ache for me as much as I do for his touch.

Branches reach out and claw at me like desperate hands. Tearing at my clothes, trying to stop me and make me easy prey. I duck, weave, and dodge trees and bushes, evading every obstacle that dares to get in my way. My cock aches, throbbing painfully in the tight confines of my jeans. The twisted blend of agony and ecstasy fuels me with its delicious darkness.

“I can smell you, Rhys.” His devilish voice, like silk on fire, caresses my fevered skin. I bite down on my lip, drawing blood, as I struggle to keep silent, allowing only my ragged breaths to escape.

Thundering footsteps reverberate through the woods, carried on the wind that cools my sweat slicked skin. The flames of desire stoking within me with every passing second of this game. The trees thin, the undergrowth giving way to grass beneath my feet. My footfalls nearly silent as I burst through the tree line to a hidden meadow. The dew covered grass glimmers in the muted light like a field of diamonds.

My gaze darts around, searching for any sign of him, but he remains the ever elusive hunter. I pause indecision making my legs feel like lead weights. I’m exposed, vulnerable, a target painted crimson against the verdant backdrop. Heart pounding, senses ablaze, I make a split-second decision and dart right, racing towards an ancient oak at the edge of the clearing.

A haunting laugh echoes behind me as I lean against the rough bark, chest heaving. Exhaustion burning through my aching muscles, my body fighting me every step. Panic claws at my throat as I glance over my shoulder, catching sight of Kayden striding into the clearing, a sadistic grin stretching across his face.

“Fuck,” I mutter, banging my palm against the tree trunk, drawing a ragged breath. I squeeze my eyes shut willing myself to move.

“I can taste your sweetness on the tip of my tongue.” His taunting voice sends shivers of desire down my spine. “I bet your greedy hole is clenching at the sound of my voice… isn’t it? So ready and willing to be fucking destroyed.”

“Oh, shit,” I groan, biting down on my knuckles as my body reacts to the delicious images his voice paints, waves of lust searing through me like a heat seeking missile.

“I bet you’ll be so wet by the time I catch you, you’ll be drenched and begging for my cock,” he chuckles darkly as my pulsing cock weeps with need.

The sound of rushing water has my pulse quickening, and unease trickling down my spine as something tugs at my subconscious. I feel like he’s herding me, tightening an unseen net around me. Waiting for the perfect moment to strike. A true predator hunting its prey.

I chance another look over my shoulder. My breath catches in my throat as he stands barely ten feet from me spinning a penknife between his dexterous fingers. Every thought leaves my mind as my body reacts without thought and before I can even blink I’m flying through the air as I launch myself into a laurel bush. Adrenaline my body’s drug of choice blocking off all the pain receptors as I crash through the branches and land in a head on the ground. I quickly army crawl through the dirt deeper into the undergrowth. The air is alive, electrically charged. It feels like lightning dancing across my skin as the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck stand on end.

A twig snaps nearby, and I freeze with my arm extended in front of me, too afraid to move and make the slightest sound. My heart hammering in my chest hard enough to break bone becomes nothing more than white noise as my ears strain to hear his approach.

“I’m coming for you, little devil,” he chuckles. Sweet tortuous seduction. “I’m going to fuck you raw. I want you to feel me. Every. Fucking. Inch.” I raise my head and catch sight of him through the leaves cupping the prominent bulge in his jeans, head tipped back his Adam’s apple bobbing as he groans. “I can’t wait to feel your tight walls sucking me in. All wet, warm and MINE.”

“Fuck!” I clap my hands over my mouth as if I could trap the words that have already escaped. I shake my head, retreating further into the foliage, praying he doesn’t hear me.

Time ticks by in agonising silence, each moment pregnant with anticipation as my body begs me to roll over and wave a white flag. Heat flashes through me with the power of a solar flare, every nerve white hot with need.

“I know you’re hiding, little devil.” I can feel every step he takes towards me like a foot print on my soul. The tether between us that had been weak and fading snapping back into existence like an elastic band branding my heart. “I can hear you panting like a bitch in heat.” He’s so close I can feel the heat radiating off his body, his dark scent seducing me where I lay. “Come on baby…” He growls. “Run.”

A single word that scorches me like a lit match thrown into kerosene incinerating me from the inside out. It’s like he flicked a switch in me making me come alive and before I know it I’m running again the world around me is nothing but a blur. My breath punches out of me as I push myself to my limits. The thundering of my heart drowned out by the heavy cadence of Kayden charging after me, his panted breaths caressing the back of my neck.

I break through the tree line a few yards ahead of him and I’m greeted with a sight that arrests my soul. Under the cloak of night, the river takes on an otherworldly allure. Its waters a mirror reflecting the tapestry of scattered stars across the velvet expanse of the sky. Each twinkling light whispering secrets to the rippling waters below. The weight of their expectant gaze focused on me, on us.

“Got you,” Kayden growls triumphantly as he tackles me to the ground, the force of his impact driving the air from my lungs and causing me to collapse like a house of cards. His weight bears down on me, demanding my submission, but I refuse to yield. I writhe and struggle beneath him, fighting to break free from his hold as I drag us across the dew covered ground.

“I told you there was no world I wouldn’t catch you,” he whispers, his breath hot against my skin as he runs his nose along my neck. The wet tip of his tongue traces the path of my thundering pulse, sending shivers of delight coursing through my body. Each touch ignites a fierce hunger within me, a primal desire that threatens to consume us both and I’ll willing sacrifice myself.

“Not yet you don’t,” I grit my teeth, summoning every ounce of strength as I kick out my legs, landing a forceful blow to his leg that breaks his hold. I push myself up, ready to make a desperate break for it, I feel a sudden weight pulling me back. The sound of ripping fabric cuts through the almost silent night as Kayden yanks my jeans down by the back pocket. Trapped by the material around my thighs, I trip and fall to the ground landing on my hands and knees. The cold dirt beneath me is a stark reminder of my vulnerability.

The heat of his body surrounds me, as his jean clad thighs brush my exposed skin. My back arching instinctively towards him, craving his touch. I need him. I want him more than my next breath. My body demanding he consumes me, and claims me as his own. “Look at you,” he breathes, his voice laced with primal desire. His broken nails scrape down the backs of my legs, leaving a trail of searing lust in their wake. I drop to my elbows, cross my arms, resting my face against them as I deepen the arch of my back and spread my legs as far as they’ll go offering myself up to him. I meet his gaze over my shoulder, my breath catching at the mere sight of him like an apparition from dreams, my dark angel incarnate.

His pale skin gleams with perspiration, his dishevelled black hair framing his face in wild tendrils, and his blue eyes blaze with a feral intensity that sends a shiver of unadulterated need down my spine. He licks his lips, hungry and salacious, before launching himself at me, pushing me further into the cold earth as my legs collapse beneath us. Fingers tangle in my hair, pulling my head back pain prickles across my scalp heightening the sensations assaulting my body. Insatiable lips and teeth nip and suck their way up my neck, marking me, decorating me with his all-consuming obsession. The sensation of blood rushing to the surface as he sucks, makes my aching length pulse with its own heartbeat as my empty hole clenches around nothing.

“I need to taste you,” he pants against my skin, his hot breath ghosts over my ear as he nuzzles closer. His deep inhale elicits a full body shudder to roll through me as his tongue laves away the searing pain his brand of lust brings.

“T-take me... I’m yours,” I manage between heaving breaths, my voice a desperate plea as he attacks my body with the savage hunger of a starved man on death row.

“Fuck,” he groans, licking along his bottom lip teasing, and taunting me as he pulls back. White hot fires dance in his eyes as they roam over my face. An expression of raw unfiltered carnal desire taking over his features. He thrusts against me, his hard length throbbing through the material separating us as he pushes it between my cheeks.

“Kiss me,” I beg, needing to feel his touch. Kayden slams his lips down on mine, his tongue demanding entry as it explores my mouth with a savage hunger tasting every inch, branding my mouth with his ownership. He sucks on my tongue as if it was my cock wrapped in the tight warm heat of his mouth. “Fuck. Yes. Fuuucck,” I moan in between biting kisses.

Kayden wrenches his head back, my swollen blood slick lips chase him but his firm grip in my hair holds me prisoner. “Such a good fucking little slut, aren’t you? So needy and eager for me to fucking ruin you.” He groans, licking across my face from my jaw to my temple. “Fucking exquisite.”

“M-more.” A sharp slap cracks across my arse jolting me with surprise. The searing burn of his hand print blooming across my skin making me shudder and fight to contain a moan in the back of my throat.

“Does my needy, little devil like that?” I nod as Kayden starts to rain down short, sharp stinging slaps on my arse alternating from right to left every second strike of his open palm. Slowly but surely the burning pain morphs into a deeply intoxicating carnal need.

“Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god,” I babble nonsensically, as shame bubbles up inside me and tears sting the back of my eyes. “W-why?”

“Why?” He asks indignantly.

“Yessss,” I sob, an emotional maelstrom threatening to consume me.

“Because.” Strike. “You.” Strike. “Let.” Strike. “Another. “Strike. “Man.” Strike. “Touch, you.” He bellows at me. The force of his anger sucking the air from my lungs but it’s the pain coating each word that makes the last wall crumble inside me and I feel everything. “This.” he runs his tongue across his top blood coated teeth. “Is your punishment.”

“I-I… I’m sorry,” I wail as he lands a strike across my cleft and I feel the blazing heat all the way down to my entrance. I release a breath I didn’t know I was holding. The tears that were held hostage by my lash line pour down my cheeks as I surrender to him.

“Good boy,” he croons, his voice a velvet caress against my fevered skin. His hands slide around my hips, thumbs pressing into the elastic of my boxers, methodically working them down over my overheated flesh, inch by agonising inch, until they pool at my knees, alongside my discarded jeans.

“Oh, little devil,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear, his touch igniting a wildfire of sensation within me. “You’re fucking transcendent when you cry,” he adds, his words a seductive promise that sends a rush of heat coursing through my veins, my body trembling with anticipation as he reverently licks my tears off my face, groaning as he swallows the salty water down.

I suck in a shuddering breath as I feel myself start to float as the heat blooming in my arse starts to filter through my body making my brain feel like cotton wool. I feel safe, desired and needed in his care. “S-sorry.” I breathe, my body floating, ascending to a place I’ve never been before. I should be scared, this isn’t a normal reaction but I’m not. I’m free.

“Shhh, baby,” he soothes. “It’s done now, just never let me see you in his arms again.” His words hold an edge of danger I’ve never heard from him before. I don’t know what happened to him, why he left. Why or how he ended up here but I thank every star glimmering in the sky that some primordial force brought us together.

“Down.” He orders me, pushing at the base of my neck so I drop back down until the side of my face is resting on the grass. “So fucking beautful.” His voice is soft and reverent as he traces his fingertips down the notches of my spine leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

“Mmmm.” I moan his fingers follow the curve of my arse dipping into my crack before he pulls my cheeks apart exposing my entrance to him. My knees shake my muscles aching yet loose as arousal floods every cell in my body.

“Fuck.” His gravelly voice rumbles, his hands kneading my tender globes. “That’s such a fucking pretty pink pussy.” Kayden groans, deep in his chest making my dick jerk. Hot breaths tickle across the exposed sensitive skin of my entrance, his deep inhale makes my face turn a stunning shade of red as he buries his nose right up to me inhaling my scent like it’s a luxury, an intoxicating drug he’ll never be able to quit.

“I need to taste yo—” Kayden’s voice devolves into a moan as he grabs my shaft, pulling it back towards him where it hangs between my legs. His tongue circles my tip, dipping into my leaking slit and sucking every drop of precum pooling from it before running along the length of my shaft to my balls. Sucking first one then the other into his hot mouth, his undivided attention drawing wanton sounds from me that has me begging for more.

I’m hapless to do anything but chase the pleasure his wicked mouth and tongue are subjecting my body to. It’s like he has a road map to my body that I’ve never been able to understand, as he forces pleasure onto me I’ve never felt before. Kayden nips and sucks his way up my taint, hard enough to leave marks like a treasure trove before laving the flat of his tongue over my entrance.

“You taste just as sweet as I remember, little devil. I’m going to become reacquainted with every fucking inch of you. I’m going to make you gag on my cock, fuck your throat until you can’t speak. I’m going to fuck your tight cunt and fill you with my come so its dripping out of you for days.” His words are palpable, I can feel everything he’s saying as if he was touching me. I bite down on my hand to muffle the soul deep groan pushing past my lips. “You like that, baby?”

“Ngh, yeah,” I pant, feeling my balls tingle and draw up tightly to the base of my shaft.

“Such a needy cum slut, aren’t you?”

“Oh, my god.” His filthy words have my hips thrusting against thin air searching for friction, needing more.

“Once I’ve made a mess of this hole—” He spears his tongue through that first ring of muscle and steals all conscious thought from my brain. The veins running along my shaft pulse with their own heartbeat as he pushes me closer to the edge. “I’m going to lick you clean and feed you every last drop of your come.” All I want to do is please him, be the best hole he’ll ever fuck, the only one he’ll ever want.

“I… I…need…” His chuckle vibrates over my skin as he pulls back, allowing my oncoming orgasm to dissipate before he picks up his assault again.

Kayden loses himself as he licks, and sucks at the sensitive skin around my entrance before stiffening his tongue and working it into my body as deep as it will go. Fucking in and out of me softening me up for his cock. “Fuck. Yes.” I thrust back on his tongue as he works it as deep into my arse as it’ll go. I can feel it flicking and licking at my walls as he tastes me, intimately. I should be ashamed, I should be embarrassed but it feels fucking amazing.

His fingers dig into the skin of my arse pulling my cheeks apart hard enough my body will become a graveyard of bruises. The salacious wet slurping sounds mix with our muted grunts and groans as he goes to town on me, eating me out as if it were an olympic sport. It’s not long before he pushes a finger in next to his deviant tongue and starts working that in and out of me again and again, then adds another so they’re either side of his tongue and stretches my walls.

“Such a little, slut. Do you want me to fuck you? Put you out of your misery? Or keep bringing you to the edge again and again?” He pants, resting his slick forehead at the top of my crack, his hot breath teasing over my open entrance.

“Yes. N-now.” I moan, thrusting my arse back towards him, desperate to be filled, to be owned.

“So fucking desperate for my cock.” The rich tenor of his sex drenched voice as my precum pulsing out of me. “You’re so fucking wet, baby.” Kayden buries his face between my cheeks, tongue thrusting into me like it’s his cock as he forces me back to the brink of orgasm, again. His fingers tease around my tip, dipping into my slit while his thumb teases the sensitive frenulum at the base of my head.

“Fuck!” The dual sensation and stimulation overloading my brain as an undignified mewl is ripped right out of me.

“Mmmm.” Kayden groans, releasing me. A wave of cold dread washes over me as his body heat fades from a fever pitch of flames to almost nothing. I whimper, fear gripping me. “Not going anywhere, baby.” He runs a soothing hand down my back calming me, keeping us connected.

The rustling of material, the snick of a zipper gives my mind all the visual it needs as anticipation builds between us. “Wish I could see you.” His dark chuckle wraps around me like a devilish embrace touching every cell of my exposed skin.

“Ngh, mmmm.” Kayden grits out behind me. I go to ask if he’s okay but hot wet droplets land on the base of my back and slowly seep between my cheeks before pooling on my puckered rim. “Exquisite. Look at you gaping and open for me.” The warm liquid makes my skin tingle like I’ve stuck my finger in a plug socket, every nerve ending alight.

“Please,” I beg shamelessly. I’d never beg anyone for anything but when it comes to my angel I’m a changed man. The person I’m with around him is utterly addicted, depraved. I’m unremorseful, obsessed at an atomic level. “I can take it.”

A growl rips out of K. “I’m not gonna last long, little devil. It’s gonna be hard and fast.” His finger works on collecting the heated lube and circling my entrance with his tongue and thumb. “But I won’t hurt you. The only blood I want to paint your skin with is my own.” K runs something cold and hard between my cheeks, notching it on my rim before trying to push the foreign object inside me. I clench around the invasion, my body locking up tight and my legs shake underneath me.

“Shhh, it’s okay baby, open up for me.” Fresh warm drops trickle down between my cheeks as he pulls the object back then adds more pressure. “Breathe in for me,” automatically my body follows his instruction, submitting to him without my consent. “When you feel a pinch I want you to breathe out and bear down for me.”

I nod, looking over my shoulder at him. “Words,” he grits out between clenched jaws. “I will always want your words. I will never take what you are not willing to give, Rhys.” he swallows audibly. “You own me, baby.”

“Please, Kayden,” I whisper the moment feeling charged and poignant.

“Good boy.” A smile flickers around his lips as the pressure on my entrance increases until I feel the first ring of muscle open for him. “That’s it,” he soothes a slick hand across the base of my spine. “Now bear down for me.” The pressure builds before my body welcomes the cool object. “Fuck, yes.” K works me over with an obsessive intensity, periodically adding more warm lube that drips across my skin to my open entrance until I start to thrust back impaling myself on it, taking it deeper.

“Ah. Fuck. There.” I whimper as it hits my prostate, pleasure hits me like a shock wave.

“Fuck, baby. Look how well you fuck yourself on my knife.” My heart skips a beat… knife? “Argh, it’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” I look up at him, head tipped back on his shoulder as he watches me through heavy lidded eyes, dark as pitch completely consumed by lust.

“More. Please… angel… more.” I beg, and plead.

“You want my cum, little slut?”

“Ugh, fuck, yeah. Give it to me.” I mewl, gripping the base of my cock in the tightest grasp I can. I watch as Kayden tucks his top under his chin and hear the moment his cock springs free and slaps against his abs. I can imagine the thick veins pulsing from root to tip, a pearl of precum beading from his slit. The vivid image makes my mouth water desperate to taste him. K catches me looking at him and smirks as he withdraws his knife. “Please, angel. Please. I need you!”

“I know you do.” He smirks, his butterfly knife appears out of thin air and sinks into an already dripping wound on his arm. What the fuck? “Did you think they allow lube in here?” He questions, tipping his head to the side watching me with an impassive look on his face as he collects the blood dripping down his arm and slicks up his rock solid length. “Well?”

“I… uh…?” Unable to form a coherent sentence I settle for watching him as he shifts behind me and I feel the head of his cock notch at my entrance.

“Ready?”

“Yes,” I rasp. Kayden braces one hand on my shoulder pushing me down forcing my back to arch obscenely as the other wraps around my hip, fingertips digging into my skin hard enough to bruise instantly as he punches into me in one hard thrust. “Fuuuccckkkkk.”

“That’s it, little devil, scream for me.” He pulls all the way out before thrusting back in finding a deep, pounding rhythm as he fucks me so hard my knees start to buckle under the onslaught.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the night fucking into me like an animal possessed. His hard length tunnelling into me obliterates every ounce of pain I’ve been subjected to since the day he left. He is a force of nature, a devastating storm breaking me from the inside out, burying himself so deep inside me I can taste him in my throat.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he grunts snapping his hips forward with so much power we fall to the ground but he doesn’t slow down as he continues his relentless pace. The sudden onslaught of friction as he fucks my cock into the ground has my shaft thickening to the point of pain, my heavy balls full, aching with the need for release.

“Need… to… come.” I cry out as he shifts using his feet to pin my legs together as he pushes up on his arms changing the angle so he pegs my prostate with each thrust of his hip. “Fuck!”

“That’s it my little slut, take my cock like you were made to.” Kayden growls into my neck nipping at the sweat slicked skin with his teeth, the needle like pain sending zings of pleasure under my skin. His hands work down my arms, broken nails cutting into me, marking me, until they find my hands and he laces our fingers.

“Oh god,” I groan, angling my head searching him out. Kayden licks into my mouth, tongue tasting every inch as they battle for control. Our ragged exhales mix until we become one, breathing the same air, sustaining each other as we chase the high of our release.

“There’s no god here.” He grunts into my neck, and sinks his teeth into my flesh causing goosebumps to cover my skin. I can feel him thicken inside me as he pushes deeper into my gut. “Come, Rhys. Come on my cock. Strangle me while I.” Thrust. “fill you.” Thrust. “With my come.”

“Ahhhh. Fuck, angel!” I cry out, my body locks up as if it was waiting for his command. I detonate, my dick pulsing beneath me as thick ropes of cum flood the ground. My walls squeeze him tightly as the muscles ripple with the power of my orgasm steals my breath from my lungs.

“Fuck. Yes. Yes, strangle my cock. Such a good fucking boy.” He groans, wrenching his teeth from my skin as he follows me over into blissful rapture. I feel his hot cum coat my walls as he continues to fuck me through his orgasm milking my prostate with each slow, deep thrust. The sensation forces another smaller orgasm out of me, my vision darkens, and my eyes flutter closed. Stars glimmer behind my lids in the dark void as my soul floats into the heavens sated and exhausted.