Page 33 of Ignited In The Present (The Ties That Bind Us Book 2)
6 months later
We took the devil to war and won. Even thinking about that now still makes it feel like a fever dream. One I’m due to wake up from because this, this can’t be life. Can’t be my life.
I can still remember sitting with K on the cold frost-covered ground next to the old crumbling bridge, watching the flames lick into the dark night sky as they billowed from the roof of Barton Grange. I’d never known peace like it before. It was like the noose around my neck shattered with that first explosion, and with each following one, another vice around my body fell away. I tasted pure oxygen for the first time in my life, and I did it all with the man who owns my soul by my side.
It was only when he sparked up a joint and I saw glistening tears streaming down his face that fear lanced through me, splitting me open, opening me up for a world of pain I’d gladly suffer in every day for him. As I wiped them away, a million questions filtered through my mind. Would his mind be able to cope with what we’d done? Would it splinter away that last fragment of sanity that existed in him? Had we unknowingly done irreparable damage to his psyche which meant our time together would be fleeting?
Amazingly, that night seems to have set him free. I’m not saying he’s cured—mental illness doesn’t work like that. He still has days where he’d rather sink his blade into his flesh to release the sickness he’s drowning in. He still struggles finding the words to explain how his mind tortures him, and it shatters me every time I sit for hours holding him when he screams at the monsters in his mind. But I feel blessed, knowing I’m his solace. I’m the one he comes to when his darkness is suffocating him. I’m the one who wades through the shadows and helps pull him back towards the light.
“Ugh, this is fucking amazing.” Kayden groans, shaking the water from his hair before grabbing the towel from my hand. But I’m hypnotised by the rivulets of water sluicing down his chest, following the contours of his lithe body, as they slide beneath the waistband of his dripping board shorts. I lick my lips, itching to taste him, to lap up every salty drop off his body and feel the warmth of his skin under my hands. “See something you like, handsome?” He tilts his head to the side, a wicked smirk kicking up the side of his full lips. I swallow audibly, my throat suddenly feeling dry as lust roars through me. “You look hungry, little devil,” he breathes against my lips as he straddles me on the sun lounger.
“Always.” I moan as the tip of his tongue traces the shape of my lips, teasing me with little flicks. My hands grip his hips, pulling him closer until his hard length rubs against mine. Fuck, just the sight of his wet sun-kissed skin has me about to blow. Kayden chuckles as I groan, chasing his lips when he pulls back to run his fingers down my nose to cup my face. His thumb pushes into my mouth, and I bite down as his salty flavour explodes on my tongue.
“Fuck.” He drops his head back on his shoulders as his hips flex, teasing his length against mine. “We’re gonna put that fucking mouth to good use, little devil.”
“Yes.” I groan around his thumb as I wrap my tongue around it.
“I’m gonna fuck your throat raw until you cant speak.”
“Please…” He withdraws his thumb from my mouth, and I whimper at the loss of connection. I need him in me always.
His hand wraps around my throat, squeezing tightly, almost cutting off the blood supply to my head and slams his lips against mine. His tongue forces its way between my lips as he licks into my mouth. My hips flex, seeking the friction only his hard length can give me as he owns every inch of my mouth. He sucks on my tongue as if it was my dick, and a needy whine slips out between our lips. The fucker just smirks at me as he sits back on his knees, hand sinking beneath his waistband as he strokes himself.
“Mine,” I growl.
“You want something?” He raises a brow at me, waiting, wanting me to beg for him. “Tell me, little devil.” The seductive rasp of his voice prickles against my skin like electricity. I’ll never get enough of him. I need more.
“Yes,” I hiss as his free hand toys with the trail of hair on my abs, his fingers tracing little shapes and leaving goosebumps in their wake. “I want y-you to fuck my throat. I want everything you just said.”
“Mmm.” He pulls his trunks down, freeing his thick length. The sight of his flushed shaft, precum glistening from his crown, makes my mouth run dry. “You want this, little devil?” He toys with the balls of his freshly healed piercings.
“Yes.” I lick my lips and work myself into a better position, opening my mouth on instinct, sticking my tongue out like an offering waiting for him to claim me.
“Such a needy little slut, aren’t you?” Gripping my jaw between his thumb and index finger, he angles my head back. “That’s it, little devil, keep your sweet mouth just that while I use it as my own little glory hole.”
I swallow down the groan building in my throat as my mouth pools with saliva. My eyes track the movement of Kayden’s hand as he works his length from root to tip, carefully building the pearl of precum on his tip. “Such a good boy.” He moans through clenched teeth as he smears his precum over my lips. “When I come, I want you to keep it on your tongue. No swallowing. I want to taste myself on you.”
“Yes, please.” I whimper as he slaps his slick crown against my tongue, allowing me to sink into the weight of him in my mouth as he slowly slides in, forcing his length all the way to the back of my throat, stealing the air from my lungs in one long stroke. I moan around his length, feeling him shudder as my throat constricts around him.
“Fuck, little devil. Your throat is fucking magic.” He cards his hand through my damp strands, pulling tightly. “Hold on, baby, I’m not gonna stop until I’m painting your mouth with my cum.”
I give a small nod, tears pricking my eyes as I feel the pinching burn start to build in my lungs. My hands slide up his thighs, over his wet trunks, and sink into the globes of his arse to pull him towards me. My silent plea for him to fucking ruin me.
“Fuck. Yes.” Biting down on his bottom lip, Kayden fucks into my throat as if I’ll never need to talk again, and all I can do is hang on for dear life as he fucking owns me. “Such a tight hole,” he bites out as his muscles flex beneath my fingers.
My cock pulses in time with his pistoning thrusts, precum leaking from my slit. The heady smell of sex envelopes my senses as I drown in him. I feel myself thicken, and my balls draw up tight, hugging the base of my dick.
“Such a dirty whore. You suck me so fucking good.” The metallic tang of the ball bearings mixes with the salty taste of his precum over my tongue, teasing me like a starving man. The lounger moves in the sand from the force of his thrusts, and I feel the heavy weight of his shaft grow as it thickens in the back of my throat. His thrusts are shallow, keeping him wedged in my throat as his body stutters, and the first thick rope of cum hits deep in my throat before he pulls back so just his tip is resting on my tongue, flooding my mouth with his cum. “Fuck, little devil, you look so pretty with my cum seeping down your face.” He pushes his arse into my hands and drops down so his pebbled nipples brush against mine as he seals his lips with mine feeding his release between us.
My fingers claw at his back as I roll my aching length against the twisted fabric of his shorts, giving me the friction I need to find my own release “Oh, fuck. Yes. Yes. Yes,” I chant as jets of cum spill from my pulsing dick.
“We taste so fucking good together, little devil,” he breathes against me, the smell of sex and cum surrounding us as he peppers my face with soft reverent kisses.
“Fuck,” I rasp, wincing at the tender feel of my abused throat. My hand comes up to soothe my neck, rubbing my palm against my aching oesophagus. Kayden smirks and hauls himself off me to adjust his board shorts and tuck his softening dick away. The crazy purple and pink angry melting ice cream faces seem to mock me as I lick the few drops of cum off my face that escaped.
“Come on, baby.” Kayden holds his hand out to me. “Let’s go get you rinsed off in the ocean before I make you all dirty again in our bed.” How the fuck can this be my life? Tears pool on my lash line as I take his hand, lacing our fingers together and bringing them to my mouth, kissing each fingertip.
* * *
Kayden lays sprawledacross me in our super king-sized bed, the sheets draped over the curve of his arse. His arms brace across my chest, tracing shapes on my skin as we both try to regulate our breathing after coming down from the post-orgasmic high as we slowly sink back into our bodies. My fingers stroke up and down his spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake on his sweat-slicked skin.
The moon casts a gentle glow over the calm, crystal clear waters, creating a shimmering path that stretches towards the horizon. The stars sprinkle the sky like diamonds, and the distant lights of neighbouring islands twinkle softly in the darkness. The gentle sound of waves lapping against the shore soothes me right down to my soul.
I pull my eyes away from the view through the open doors of our seaside villa and trace the smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose that the sun has coaxed out on his skin. A smile lifts my lips as a feeling of home settles in my chest.
“You know, we can’t keep running, angel,” I rasp, my tone holding a gravelly quality even though it’s barely audible.
“I know.” He sighs, teasing my nipple with the tip of his tongue. “It’s just been so nice to not have to live in that world for a while.”
“I know, baby.” I squeeze the nape of his neck, making him shiver. “We can go anywhere in the world. It’s not like either of us will ever have to work a day in our lives. But?—”
“But you still want to be a doctor?”
“Yes.” I smile. “I still want to be able to help people. I want to be able to help those who need a helping hand.” Emotion closes up my throat, making it hard to continue.
Kayden places a kiss over my heart and rests his head on his hands, peering up at me through his thick lashes. “I love that about you,” he muses, his cerulean-blue eyes sparkling.
“What?”
“That even after everything we’ve been through, you still want to help people. You see the good in the world… like hopes and dreams.”
“I see you,” I whisper, wetting my dry lips. His hunger-filled eyes track the movement. My spent cock tries to rally for another round, but he’s fucked me to exhaustion.
“And I’ve always seen you, baby. I will follow you to the ends of the earth, in this life and the next. If you want to help people by becoming a doctor, I’ll support you.”
“Thank you, angel.” He brushes his lips against mine, my heart full to bursting.
“I heard from Rouge today,” K says around a yawn. “They found my mum.” Pain laces his voice as he sniffs. “I guess we need to go home so I can say goodbye.”
“Oh, angel, I’m so sorry.” I tease my hand through his hair, dragging my nails against his scalp till he hums.
“Is it bad I don’t feel anything knowing she’s dead?” I shake my head, struggling to find the right words. “She was never an amazing mum, too self-absorbed to remember me most of the time. But she did bring me to you. A-and e-even though I had to suffer to finally be with you… I don’t think I can hate her for it because in the end, I won.” A small smile flickers on his lips as his heavy eyes fall closed.
“No angel. I’m the one that won—because I got you.”