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Ohmygodyes! My brain is again on strike as my breath quivers. My body has the reins right now, and all it wants is more. I’m high on pain and I don’t want to get down ever again.

The leather belt strikes again, a little higher this time. Spank! My ass stays in the same position, even though my legs feel like jelly. The pain tastes like surrender and intoxication.

“The sight of those cherry-red welts across your plump, bouncing ass. Fuck, Baby Blue!” I’m barely aware of his aroused voice as he slaps his hard, leaking dick against the burning skin, making me hiss and then shiver with pleasure.

I can feel the drops of sweat forming along my spine as he continues blowing my mind in the best way possible.

“Here comes the last one,” he warns me. I freeze, don’t think I’m even breathing, as I feel his soothing thumb rubbing over my lower back.

My thighs shake just a little as I strain to get my ass higher for him.

Swoosh, spank! The pain hasn’t yet spread over my skin when I feel Uri’s mouth sucking along the red lines.

When I finally register it and the scorching ache unfurls like hot flames over my flesh, I start making weird little noises like a small kitten.

I don’t know what I’m feeling. It’s like my brain can’t recognize pleasure from pain anymore, but my dick doesn’t care as another orgasm hits me hard.

Cum shoots out from my once again untouched shaft, and my hole pulses, still wanting to be filled, craving what Uri—and only my Uri—can give me.

My throat hurts from how many times I’ve cried out.

I shiver as his tongue keeps tormenting me, lapping, spitting, then sucking again.

His fingers rub over my cockhead, scooping some cum.

“I fucking love the salty tang of your jizz,” he growls. His words sound crazy hot to me, but I might be drunk on orgasms. I’m also not sure whether the tingling and prickling sensation in my nipples is the result of his pinching or just my reaction to his voice.

On impulse, I blindly turn my head around as I straighten up and clumsily search for his mouth.

When I find it, I give him a kiss that leaves my lips feeling bruised.

He holds on to the back of my neck as I break the kiss, just so he can crush his mouth on mine.

Our tongues tangle and battle until I find myself sitting on top of him, face to face.

I hiss for a moment as my ass touches his thighs.

Then the blindfold is slipped off my eyes, leaving me blinking at him.

It takes a while for my eyes to adjust, and if I didn’t love him and trust him more than anyone else on earth, I’d be terrified of the naked possession stamped all over his face. Like he wants to eat me alive. So profoundly and intensely focused on me and only me.

And he’s still wearing that sexy black leather vest open at the front. I could just melt looking at him.

He wraps himself around my body, surrounding me, so all I can smell, feel, and see is him. His morning stubble rubs against my cheeks and chin, and I feel the urge to stroke it all over my chest and nipples. I sigh contently in his cocoon.

Uri and I share a destructive nature—although I pretended otherwise until a few weeks back. But this is what true love is. Not just finding someone, but finding that someone who has the same level of darkness as yours.

Uriel

Those blue eyes should be outlawed. They show everything, the whole universe that is Sari, and shit, it’s the sexiest thing ever. I’m hard as fuck. I almost came all over his ass when I was punishing him with my belt. He fucking loved it. Loves my sadistic side. Loves me.

Not that this emotion has any importance for me. Love or not, he’s mine.

“Fuck me how you like now,” he slurs. He came twice and still wants dick.

I smirk as I grasp his ass cheeks roughly, reminding him with the burn who he belongs to. I spread them apart and drive my cock between them, rubbing over his loose hole.

“Get on my dick,” I growl into his ear. “Ride me like the world is ending, and the only way to stop it is milking me so damn good and long.” I moan, feeling pre-cum roll down the tip.

He moves his cuffed hands—the chains hanging from his collar to his wrists are damn hot—and guides my cock to his hole.

“Your dick is the only one I want to ride.” That’s what I fucking like to hear.

He’s panting, his gaze debauched as my cockhead pushes inside him.

But where did he learn to talk like that?

Has he been studying those porn videos again?

I don’t like that, and he knows it. I grab two handfuls of his ass and squeeze as I drive my hips upward in a hard thrust. I grunt at the feel of his nails scratching my thighs, and fucking hell, the pressure inside his ass is making my balls draw up already.

I start to bounce him up and down on my dick. “I’ll punish your ass, abuse it, and fuck it open until it craves the thickness and heat of my cum, coating your insides, filling your hole up, and marking the deepest part of you.”

His eyes roll back as I reveal once again how deeply, dirtily, and twistingly obsessed with him I am.

He’s fucking himself fast and rough, feeding his greedy hole again and again, head thrown back, high moans reaching the ceiling, lost to the pleasure I’m giving him. Bouncing on my lap, taking what he needs from me without shame.

I feel a little left out. My hand moves to the collar around his neck. I slide a finger under it on Sari’s nape and start to pull. The fabric presses on Sari’s throat, slowly making it difficult for him to breathe as I continue pistoning inside his ass.

Breath play. Let’s see if my Baby Blue enjoys it.

Judging by the lust spreading inside his shocked, wide eyes and how tightly his hole is gripping my dick now, I’d say he fucking digs it. But of course he does, he is my Sari.

“Your hole is eating me up. I’ll let you ride me up high whenever you want,” I whisper on his lips. “Want me to choke you a little bit more?”

The rapid moan leaving his lips is the answer I’m waiting for, and I pull the fabric, almost ready to finally spill inside him when I see him yielding completely to me. I could do whatever the fuck I want to him right now, and having that sense of power over him is more addictive than any drug.

“Fuck, yes, use that asshole on me!”

His movements pick up, creating an erotic slapping sound every time our flesh connects. I know I need to speed things up. He’ll lose his senses if I keep choking him.

I slide my leg off the stool, ignoring the pain, and clamp a hand on his hip as I ruthlessly slam my hips up, forcing him to accept every inch of cock I give him. His tight ass spasms around me, spurring me on. I grab the collar more firmly to hold him in place, making him gasp.

“This is going to be fast.” It’s my time to ride hard, my pace almost rabid.

I’m plowing into him as I have the burning need to feel him surrendering to me, to have his hole welcome my cock over and over, all swollen and begging for more.

I brutally pound against his sweet spot, urged on by his choking sounds.

I give his collar a hard tug. His eyes roll back, and then he comes like a fire hydrant over my chest, strangling my dick with all he’s got. I’m hit by pure bliss as he shakes on top of me like he’s been electrocuted with ecstasy.

“Christ,” I growl, giving his ass long, hard thrusts, sending my cum far inside.

“You needed this, didn’t you?” I grit out, as more jizz shoots out. “To feel me coming right where I belong.” Jeez it’s so fucking good!

He’s limp in my arms as I continue moving inside him, enjoying the feel of his wet hole a little more.

I let go of the collar to cup his face with both hands and bite his lip until I taste sweet, warm blood.

He fists a hand in my hair and pulls my head back, licking at the spot I bit.

A smile spreads on his mouth, then he kisses me.

His tongue batters mine, his teeth sinking, nibbling, claiming.

His lips move down to kiss the pomegranate tree tattoo and the blue flowers reverently.

I lace our hands together, looking forward to tomorrow and the appointment we have with Ash to ink our left ring fingers with Seven+Four .

“Tell me again,” I demand, resuming the kiss, lips catching on his tongue teasing the roof of his mouth and pushing in, almost choking him.

He tilts his head back. “For a sociopath, you really like to hear it.” He smirks and then chuckles, making me smile at him.

He wraps his arms behind my neck and clenches hard on my dick. “I love you so much. I don’t wish for anything else. Don’t need anything else but you, Uri.” His confession fills me with satisfaction. My work is done for today.

“I also love when you have your way with me.” He waggles his eyebrows in a cute way, and then brushes his fingers over the collar around his neck.

Maybe I can work a little bit longer.

Sariel

An hour later Uriel limps out of the bathroom before freezing with his pierced eyebrow raised, gaze sliding up and down my body. Then he eats up the small space between us with two slow steps—his leg is still healing; the painkillers must work since he doesn’t want to rest.

“I’ve got no clue why you put on clothes, but take them the fuck off. I’m coming all over your skin before we go downstairs to eat, and I want you to be bare when I do.”

Whoof! The mouth on my boyfriend. Are all sociopaths this obsessed?

Before I can melt at his feet, my phone starts ringing and ringing; it’s like an incessant knock to my short-circuited, lustful brain.

“Tell your phone to fuck off.” Uri’s words make me huff as he tries to grab my waist. After everything that happened and with Phoenix still out there, I need to take all the calls.

I walk to my phone and see Lori’s name on the screen.

“Suriiiiii! We are outside, open the door!” he yells right into my ear.

“Fuck!” I hear Uri.