24. Holy Land

24

Holy Land

Declan

I’m born from sin, but between Teal’s legs, I find heaven. Holy land that should burn me up on the spot.

It does.

I’m self-destructing at the taste of her. Buried between her thighs clamping around my head.

She makes me lose control, even as she hands it to me.

I’ve resisted her, convinced myself I hated her, made her suffer for every second she’s spent around me for years. But now that I’ve had her, I can’t let her go. I’m going to stoke these flames until we burn to ashes.

I will make her see that I’m the only one who understands the pieces when everyone in her life has spent it tearing her apart. I’ll crack the shell she hides in and watch her beautiful chaos spill out.

“Declan.” Her fingers grip my hair .

Nails rake my scalp as her pussy leaks onto my tongue.

My palms graze over the scars on the inside of her thighs, and I kiss her between the legs like it can take her pain away. I’ve always preferred being the one to inflict it. But seeing evidence of what she’s survived at her own hand while fighting the demons in her mind makes me want to sweep my fingers over her hurt and erase it.

But I can’t.

I won’t.

Her battle wounds are proof she’s still here. She survived.

Teal hands herself over to me, and we’re electricity crackling. Raw nerves exposed to each other. She hands herself over to me, trusting me with what’s left of her. Craving the lash of my tongue on her pussy like pleasure will repent our sins.

She tastes like hope and self-destruction. Two opposing forces that shouldn’t coexist, but she does.

I drag her screams from her lips while her cunt grabs my tongue, and I shove it deeper. I fuck her with my tongue, and then I kiss her clit until her nails dig into my scalp and her entire body is shaking.

She drips down her thighs as she comes, painting a beautiful mess on my face. And I watch her from my knees as her expression contorts and her body shivers. But I don’t give her the chance to come down from the high.

I need the aftershocks of her pussy wrapped around my cock. So I bite a path up her thighs, her hips, her ribs. Kissing and nipping at every marked spot on her skin and replacing the memory of her pain with pleasure. I stand, stripping her of her shirt and bra, sucking a perfect pebbled nipple between my teeth, and teasing her with just enough pain to make her squirm.

This girl is perfection.

She’s everything I never wanted, but now I’m suffocating when I don’t have her. She’s everything I need in my hands and in my life.

After that night in the courtyard, I tried recreating her over and over again. I crafted her in silver, gold, and copper. Nothing came close.

Nothing compares to her flushed flesh beneath my palms. To the sound that squeaks out when I sink my teeth into the meat of her small breasts. She wants me as much as she hates me, and I need her with every blackened bit of my soul.

When I release her nipple, Teal grabs the sides of my face and pulls my mouth to hers. My tongue dives between her puffy lips, and I force her to taste the madness of her pleasure. She needs to understand how she drives me insane.

Teal has spent years questioning her sanity while having no idea what she does to mine.

Tears drip from her eyes, with her pleasure and pain. They draw rivers down the apples of her cheeks.

The girl who doesn’t feel—who can’t because of what her doctors are pumping into her—leaks open for me.

I lick the tear from her cheek like the salty tang can reveal all her secrets. Like it can erase the space that I’ve been forced to maintain to keep her safe from the blood of our fathers .

I tried.

I stayed away.

I thought I was strong because I resisted.

It turns out, she was mine all along. I convinced myself I did this to destroy her family, but as her teeth sink into my lower lip, I know I did it for her. They tried to give her to someone else.

She’s mine.

Teal’s fingers fight with my belt, and she strips it off me. She needs me inside her, and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. Every inch of her is the land I’ll claim as mine.

She shoves my jeans down in the front, and I grab her wrists, pinning her hands overhead. I can’t help it. I need to contain her; I need to control her. I need to keep her in this moment before she slips through my fingers again.

I sink my cock between her legs, and her warm cunt welcomes me home. Thrusting so hard and deep, she loses all the air from her lungs.

“Eyes on me, Teal.” I grip her wrists tighter, driving deeper into her hot core as her green eyes snap to mine.

Her threat from our first time together still stirs inside me. It eats me away, thinking at any moment she might disappear into her mind. It might have been a taunt, but there’s truth to it. She’s slipping, and it takes all I have to keep her here. I need her with me. Feeling me. Understanding what we are.

When it comes to us, I refuse to let her disconnect.

“Look at me.” I wipe her hair off her face. “It’s just you and me here. ”

I release her hands to grip her waist so I can pull her to me as I thrust in, forcing her to take me with every hard pump of my hips. She grips my shoulders, and she’s panting.

I can’t figure out how I survived this long without her. Every second I spend inside her, it takes all of me not to blow my load and fill her up to claim her as mine. I need to feel her first. Her pussy grips my cock, and I need her to be mine.

“Declan.” Tears streak her cheeks, and I wipe them away with my thumb.

I shove it deep in her mouth until she gags, and she wraps her lips around me to take it. She wants to suffer for me, and I want to chain her up and watch it.

Her eyes flutter closed, and I grab her by the throat, forcing them open.

“Eyes on me, Teal.”

This is between us.

Now.

Forever.

Her lips part, and her green eyes widen with a slice of fear when I squeeze harder. The flash of terror has her cunt grabbing my cock harder with every deep thrust.

“I told you… Eyes on me, pet.” I lean in and bite her lower lip, relishing how she grips my cock with the pain. “No disappearing on me when I’m inside you.”

Her body shakes, and as she comes, her eyes fade out from lack of oxygen, so I let her go.

I let her breathe.

I let her live.

She doesn’t know all I’ve done to keep her safe. All I’ve done to make the men who hurt her pay.

She will.

Once I have her trust, I’ll help her understand the rest.

I thrust forward and lose my rhythm as her pussy hugs me with her climax. My balls pull tight, and my spine tingles as I fill her with my cum. I mark her so deep there’s no one else she can possibly belong to. My release paints her walls, and I pull out before I’m done to shoot what’s left on her pussy. She’s red and puffy from being fucked, dripping inside and out with my cum, and I widen her knees to appreciate the most beautiful work of art I’ve ever laid eyes on.

“One of these days, I’ll lay you out on a canvas and spend all day painting you with me.” My nails dig into her soft thighs with my confession.

Anyone else might say I’m sick, but she bites back a smile.

My twisted girl. She’s as sexually fucked-up as I am. I’m just clearer as to my why behind it.

Her chest heaves with her breaths, making waves of her perfect, small tits. And when I spot the red marks on her throat, I reach into my pocket to pull out my phone so I never forget what she looks like in this moment.

Stepping back, I take a picture of her.

“What are you going to do with that?” Teal asks, tipping her head back and closing her eyes when I take another.

She could close her thighs or tell me to stop, but she doesn’t. She tips them open farther when she hears the camera click again .

“More blackmail?” She smiles.

“Do I still need to blackmail you, Teal?” I switch from the camera to a video, recording her now because I can’t get enough of the sound of her labored breathing.

She shakes her head, her eyes still closed.

“Good.” I focus my camera on her pussy as my cum drips out. “We’re going to watch this later while I fuck you. I’ll show you just how perfect you are.”

Her eyes flutter open.

“Taste us for me.”

Her eyebrows pinch, and I glance down at her pussy in answer to her silent question.

Like the good little pet she is, she reaches down and rubs her fingers over her pussy, getting them messy with our cum. She dips them inside herself, gasping from her soreness as she drives them deep. They glisten as she lifts them to her lips, shoving them all the way in her mouth and sucking.

I step forward to watch her suck on herself. I focus the camera on her mouth, then her eyes, curious if this can help her understand what we are. What we’ve always been.

Eternal .

Stopping the video, I set my phone on the workbench and grab her wrist. I drag her fingers out of her mouth so I can suck them into mine.

She’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted.

“Such a good little pet.” I drag her fingers over my lips, appreciating how it makes her cheeks flush.

“I hate that you call me that.” She narrows her eyes .

“I know.” I grin. “You hate it just as much as you love it.”

I step back to button my pants and slip my shirt on, helping her dress next.

“Shouldn’t I clean up?” she asks.

“Later.” I slip her shirt over her head. “Right now, I want you wearing my cum.”

Her cheeks flush, and she fights to bury her smile, but she can’t. I know her too well for her to hide her sick tastes from me. Especially when they speak to mine.

When we’re both dressed, I drag her to a couch that sits against one wall of my studio and pull her legs over my lap to hold her closer. She surprises me by not fighting me on it, sinking into my hold instead.

“It really is beautiful in here, Declan. And you keep it all to yourself.” Teal relaxes; all the fight has been fucked out of her. “It’s not like you to be so private about something you’re good at.”

“Why do you say that?”

“You don’t even fuck people one-on-one.” She rolls her eyes, trying to bury the fact that it bothers her. “But for some reason, you’re private about all of this.”

There’s an undercurrent of jealousy in her tone, no matter how much she’s trying to hide it with sarcasm. She probably thinks it will bother me. It won’t. I want her to be as possessive as I am because it makes me lose my mind thinking of anyone else having her.

“I fuck you one-on-one.” I tap her mouth with my thumb. “No one’s allowed to touch you but me.”

“I’m not talking about me. ”

I hum, watching her. “I haven’t fucked anyone in a couple of years if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I’m not asking you to lie to me to make me feel better, Declan.” She rolls her eyes.

“I’m not lying.”

The faint sarcastic smile in the corner of her face dims as her eyebrows pinch in confusion. “What are you talking about? I’ve heard the rumors. I know about the Sigma Sin orgies. You’re not exactly subtle about your escapades.”

“You’ve heard what I want people to hear.”

“They’ve seen you.” She narrows her eyes.

“Seen me what? Get a blow job?”

“I—” Her face pinches as she cuts herself off. “I don’t know. I didn’t ask.”

“Exactly.”

“Wait.” Teal spins until she’s straddling me, and I grip her thighs, loving that she’s feeling comfortable enough to initiate affection for once. “What are you saying? You weren’t a virgin when we had sex.”

“No.” I laugh, and she glares in response. “I wasn’t a virgin.”

“But you haven’t had sex with anyone…” Her eyebrows pinch. “In years?”

I shake my head.

“Why?”

“It stopped feeling right.” I reach up, brushing my thumb over her cheek. “My tastes aren’t exactly conventional, Teal. I’m better at inflicting pain than pleasure.”

“But with me— ”

“You’re the exception.” I drag my hand into her colorful strands, pulling them back.

She grabs my wrist, stopping me. “You’re actually serious?”

“Mm-hmm. I’d rather piss you off than lie to you.”

Her mouth falls open like she’s about to argue, but she claps it shut because she knows that’s the truth.

“You mean that?” she asks, her eyebrows pinching.

“You have enough holes in your life.” I brush my fingers over her temple, tapping twice. “You want an answer from me? I’ll tell you the truth, whether you like it or not. So keep that in mind.”

She holds my hand to the side of her face. “Thank you for that, Declan.”

A small smile cracks in the corner of her mouth, and I can’t help leaning forward to kiss her. Her lips part for my tongue, and her chest sinks against me.

Her forehead presses to mine as she breaks the kiss. “I feel like I don’t even know who I am half the time.”

“You’ll figure it out.”

“Maybe.” She sighs. “You know that painting you have hanging above your bed? It’s a dream I keep having. Or maybe I should call it a nightmare. I think it’s from that night I ended up at Montgomery.”

“Do you remember anything at all from that night?”

“Headlights.” She presses her lips together, and her eyebrows pinch as she thinks. “Sunflowers. Stars. None of it makes sense. I don’t even know what made me stand in the middle of the road. I just wanted it to be over. Whatever it was, it must have been bad because even my mind doesn’t want me to have to remember it.”

“Do you want to remember?”

Her green eyes stare into mine. “When I’m ready, maybe.”