Page 147 of Phobia

Her hair wild, her eyes wide, filled with need and yearning for me, while moonlight bathed her entire body with its light, highlighting all the curves and little crevices I wanted to bite. The cold night air did nothing to extinguish the fire roaring through my veins, setting us both aflame. Judging by the look on her face, she didn’t mind one single second of this night.

“You have a piercing,” she croaked, her eyes firmly plastered to my aching cock that jumped up at her blatant staring, inviting her to play.

My fingers flexed into a fist, my willpower slowly dying a slow death because there was no way that I could stop now. There was no way that I could go back to the life before her, not when she was everything I ever needed. All the sleepless nights and the countless days spent wondering if I would ever be truly happy had led me here, to her, to this exact moment.

There was no world in which I could exist without her.

She was the beacon of light I needed to push through the darkness that kept closing me in from all sides. She was the bright sun that finally shone on me after the years of gloomy, dark days. As she spread her legs wider, showing me what was hiding between her thighs, I knew I would never be able to go back to the life before her.

Maybe it was just a physical reaction right now, but I knew from that first moment I saw her that she would be my undoing. She would be my reckoning, and I wouldn’t mind dying if it meant spending my last moments with her.

Something snapped inside of me. Like the invisible string that was keeping me in place suddenly got loose, and before either of us could even take the next breath, I was down on my knees with her legs around my shoulders, and my tongue lapping at her sweet cunt, collecting the juices that were freely flowing for me.

Only for me.

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned, throwing her head backward and pushing her dripping center toward me. My tongue rolled around her clit, sucking, kissing, my lips wrapping around the tiny bud, ready for more. So much more.

I didn’t have to tell her what to do. I didn’t have to ask her what she liked. It was as if our bodies knew what they needed, even before our minds caught up. Just like our souls knew that we were meant to be together, regardless of what anyone else said.

“More.” Her loud groan echoed around us, bouncing off of the walls of the maze. There was no one else here but the two of us, and the monster inside my chest purred, drunk at the sounds she made. “Lazarus,” she whimpered. “Please. I need you.”

And I needed her. God, I needed her like the air to breathe, but I wanted to see her come undone, completely at my mercy, before I took her body for the first time.

Ignoring her little pleas, her little drunk cries, my fingers dragged through her folds, collecting the juices that now coated her inner thighs, the evidence of how much she needed me. My cock jumped up, throbbing from the necessity to be inside her tight heat, but we could wait.

Just a little bit more.

Her inner walls closed around my finger as I entered her, curling it only slightly to find that sweet spot that would make her wild. Her body shook underneath me, her hips moving of their own volition, rocking against my face, and I lapped every drop, every little moan, every little sound, storing it in the dark chest of wonders I kept close to my heart. A second finger joined the first one, pumping in and out, relentlessly, almost punishing her for making me feel like this, for making me this needy for one person.

I always thought that love was something that could happen but didn’t necessarily have to. I thought that physical attraction was all I needed to survive, to push through this life until my inevitable end came, but with her… I didn’t want the end to come.

I wanted the eternity of this—of her.

One life wasn’t enough to do everything I wanted with her. One life wasn’t enough to show everything I felt, everything I needed. This night was only the beginning of the things we would do together, and with her by my side, I knew that everything could happen. Every little plan I had created would be easier to execute with her by my side.

The queen of my heart.

My Dark Star.

I looked up at her flushed face and the sweat dripping down her temples just as my teeth bit down on her clit, and she detonated. Like a supernova, she burst in front of me, full of light and a million little stars, while her cunt locked my fingers inside, fluttering, shaking, her mouth forming an O as she slowly came down to earth, to me.

“Holy fucking shit,” she breathed out, gasping for air. “That… That was…” she trailed off.

“Did I make you speechless?” I chuckled, kissing the inside of her thigh, licking the remnants of blood on her.

Something dangerous shone in her eyes, accompanied by a little evil grin on her lips. Before I could even ask what was the matter, she had me on my back, sitting on my stomach right above me, with the same knife I used on her in her hand now. The blade glinted underneath the moonlight, the traces of her blood still visible on the tip.

“What are you…” Her tongue darted out, licking the blade. “Fuuuuuck.” She turned the tip toward me and pressed down on my chest with her left hand, keeping me in place.

“It’s my turn now.” She giggled like a schoolgirl, pressing the very tip of the blade into my left pectoral, right above my nipple.

“Shit.” I hissed at the sudden pain rocking through my body, but I didn’t dare move. Her eyebrows scrunched together, her entire focus on the spot she was branding, my cock trapped between her butt cheeks.

My hips moved of their own volition, rubbing up and down, my body seeking the friction it needed. My body was tightly coiled, ready to burst, to erupt just like she did mere seconds ago. But I didn’t want to interrupt her. I didn’t want to break this moment, completely relaxing and at her mercy.

With every new stroke, every new tingle of pain, my balls tightened, preparing for the inevitable. For her.

“Hmmm,” she mumbled. “Almost there.”