Page 5 of Moth & Flame (Gothika & The Blackspire Empire)

HELLA

H e came for me again. My heart swells— metaphorically, not physically —to the point of pain at the sweetness of it.

Fuck me, I love him so much it fucking hurts.

So I decided to put on another little show to reward him. Perched on the bench in the shower, my senses are still tingling with the undeniable sensation of being watched. By him.

Every night since we’ve met, he’s shown up. Sometimes even after I’ve fallen asleep, but his presence always stirs me. I can feel it in my bones. In the visceral ache taken residence in my chest–an ache that lights up every time he’s near and weeps fiery tears when he’s not.

If it weren’t for the fact that the house staff—all of whom are majori and would easily sense his magic—would rat me out just to further ingratiate themselves with Alister, I’d have gone out onto the balcony and pulled him into the shower with me.

Such a transgression would end in my death. I have zero doubt.

Thankfully, Alister is out, as per usual, with his mistresses, and my mind is my own to visualize Draven claiming me as I pleasure myself.

I dare a glance out of the window, but with the lights on in the bathroom, I can’t see more than a few feet onto the balcony.

We’ve maintained a shred of professionalism–something I have every intention of annihilating as soon as I manage to enact my plan to liberate myself from Alister and all things Blackspire Blood Vaults.

After rinsing off, I turn off the shower and reach for my towel. I should be able to will myself dry, but unlike Draven and a scarce few others, I’d only manage to leave myself damp. As I smooth my fluffy white bath towel over my skin, the sensation of his eyes on me is already reawakening my arousal and it makes me feel bold.

Striding to my bedroom, I shirk the towel from my body along the way. I climb atop my bed on hands and knees, positioning my ass to face the balcony window where I can feel Draven looming. My arousal is already slick and gooey between my thighs, having only just come and consciously not bothering to dry the area when I towelled myself off.

With two fingers, I spread my lips, sweeping through the wetness seeping from me to show him.

Look at what you do to me, Daddy.

After a few moments of circling my clit, I reach inside a hidden compartment within my bedside drawers and pull out the thick, knotted silicone phallus that looks nearly identical to the shadow of Draven’s cock—the one that he fucks me with every session. I’d procured it recently, specifically for this occasion. It features a suction cup on the base of the knot.

I fail to stifle my grin as I saunter towards the floor-to-ceiling window separating us, lower myself to my knees, spit on the window like I’m fucking mad at it, and slam the suction cup of my dildo to the window with a definitive thud.

He must know I can see him.

Much to my dismay, this dildo doesn’t leak Draven’s pre-cum, so I stimulate as much saliva as possible to make this as messy as I want it to be. I palm the large member, pressing a lush kiss to its tip as my eyes lift right to where Draven would be standing. My heart skips and thunders in my chest as my eyes latch onto his hulking silhouette.

I fucking love you.

Do you know that big, beautiful, fucking bastard?

There’s no one else in this world for me but you, and I will gleefully claw the eyes out of anyone who dares to set their sights on you.

With the flat of my tongue, eyes locked on his silhouette, I drag a thick stripe along the dildo’s length.

Fuck me, this silicone is dry.

I remedy that by welcoming it into mouth, pushing it as far back into my throat as possible, bobbing a few times to trigger my gag reflex. Tears leak from my eyes, and when I swiftly withdraw lest I vomit, there’s a nice long, thick string of saliva connecting me to it. With a hungry hum, I stroke it over the length of it before I return it to my throat to repeat the action so I can press wet, sloppy kisses up and down the length as my closed palm works the crown to demonstrate to Draven my need to worship him.

The pounding pulse in my pussy seems to reach a crescendo, and I can’t resist the demand any longer. Finally, I stand and turn, bending at the waist to position my pussy right in front of the dildo, still dutifully protruding from the window. I push my hips back, hands on my knees, forcing the crown to part my aching flesh and swallow the head of Draven’s replicated cock inside me. It provides a formidable stretch that punches the air from my lungs.

With steady, short thrusts, I work the thick shaft inside me until I reach the knot at it’s base and I realize there’s no fucking way I’m going to get that to fit.

Draven will just have to do that himself.

Slipping one hand between my thighs, I create a steady rhythm, driving my hips back to stroke my spasming core along the length.

Through the window, I hear the distinct sound of Draven’s grunt, and flick a glance over my shoulder to see his silhouette drawing closer. It’s too dark to see for certain, but my mind procures the image of his fist pumping his cock. I imagine he’s visualizing the same thing I am: burying himself inside me as he fills me with thick ropes of his cum to claim me as his.

Soon, my love, soon.