Chapter 82: The Truth Has Never Been Pretty 🔥

Damon

“The way I think about her.

“The hate that can never burn her.

“To curse her existence.

“I want to.

“It would be better than this.

“But she is under my skin.

“Eating away at my control.

“Drinking her fill of me.

“The whisper of her name inscribed my black and barren soul.

“Her way of life.

“A stark contrast of dreams and destiny.

“She prays to the angels for absolution.

“Thanking her God at his answer of me.

“So she thinks.

“She doesn’t know how the only angel to hear her pleas isn’t one of purity.

“The angel of corruption, of deceit.

“And I am his heir.

“Run away from us, my sweet.

“Run from our temptation.

“Run away from me.

“Save yourself, abandon this ship.”

“Save yourself from this angel of treachery.

“Protect yourself from my kiss.

“Shield your heart from my crooked arrow.

“And fly away from me.”

The class of morons around me clapped along to Matthew’s reading of my entry.

A secret admission of my project to get me out of this class, and get my head any clearer than it has been.

Savannah has successfully infiltrated to drown me in her everything.

~This is bullshit.~

I can’t keep doing this, I don’t know how she ever did. I can’t be without her like this.

The poem was old, something I wrote early on from the beginning of Savannah breaking into my life.

The class ending in the ring of the bell, I’m the first one out.

Hayden and Micah coming right behind me as I get out the hallway and down to the black room.

They don’t follow me in, keeping watch outside the door.

My phone is already out and sending the call for me.

“Savannah Madis, room 313.”

A click of the call being switched and an extra four rings when it gets picked up.

“Hi, my Angel.” Her voice is an instant relief.

“How did you know it was me?” My lips tugging up at an angle.

~Savannah soothes my soul.~

“Spidey sense? Maybe because I needed you and you felt it. Soul mate shit and all that.”

I bark out a laugh and fix my dick straining against the lining of my pants.

I miss my fucking woman.

I miss ~fucking~ my woman.

“Maybe some shit like that...what did the doctor say today?”

~Say she can come home, for fuck’s sake.~

~It’s been four goddamn days.~

“I’m still under suicide watch, Angel. I can’t be released without Uncle Jonah’s say-so. The judge said I’m not mentally fit to make my own medical decisions as of yet.”

I punch the seat next to me and pinch the bridge of my nose.

I’ve had enough of this back and forth.

Jonah can’t keep her locked away with whatever reason he keeps bullshitting about.

We all know he doesn’t want Grave coming around. He is keeping Van locked up to buy himself some time.

“I’m coming to take you away. I don’t care what your uncle says. You are mine, I will not be kept from what’s mine.”

Savannah giggles in her sweet voice. The one that drives me crazy and makes this separation thing all the harder.

I’ve been doing the video call for her to check on the renovations for Luna’s Idol.

She’s been going through her trials like all the other Lunas, she’s had it harder.

Her lifestyle’s been harder.

For someone who always wins, she got a shitty deal.

“I’m serious, Van. I’m coming to get you.”

“Angel, you would get in trouble. I’m on around the clock watch in the ICU mental unit. How do you plan on walking into the most heavily guarded wing of the hospital? The newborns don’t get this type of attention.”

I shrug my shoulders, not seeing a plan. I don’t care—I will get her out. I can’t keep doing this without her. I don’t like her being away from me.

“If I can’t sneak you out, I’ll bribe a guard. I become real friendly when I have the right initiative.”

Savannah hums into the speaker of the phone.

“I got the right initiative for you, my Angel. I’ll give you a hint. It’s pink, warm and wet. Can you guess what it is?”

I suck in a breath and start pulling my dick free. I can hear it in her voice what’s about to happen. My head turns to hold the phone to my shoulder as I whip my dick out and get ready.

“Warm, wet and pink?” I repeat her hint and spit into my hand.

“Yes, it’s so warm. So, so wet and very pink. Oh, and it’s only for you.”

~Yes baby, the beautiful cunt between your legs is mine.~

“Is it wet for me too?” My hand wraps my cock in a vice. I spread the spit and mix it with the dripping precum trickling down the under part of my shaft.

~Fuck I wish this was her hand.~

“Uh-huh. Only wet for you, my Angel.”

I know that tone.

“You better have two fingers in your pussy, Savannah.”

I listen for that sound she makes when I tell her what to do.

Hearing it, I start yanking on my dick. I fuck my hand and picture Savannah.

Her laying in that white hospital bed with her gown twisted under her. I know she doesn’t have a bra or panties on.

Her caramel hair falling off her shoulder.

The TV on some lame ass dance show.

Her thighs dropped apart with her middle finger pumping into her tight cunt.

I know she’s going slow.

“Baby, I want you to suck on your tits, don’t touch your clit.”

I love hearing her whimper for me.

I listen to her sucking on her own tits. Hearing her lips smack and the suctioning sound of her tongue going as close as she can.

“Your curtains are open aren’t they, baby? Your doors unlocked. Pull the cover off you, I want you naked, I want to see your bare body.”

I can see her tits slick and red.

Her pussy spreading open for me.

Her stomach working up and down.

I know her clit is swollen, ready for her to work it. I want to taste her. That Strawberry Shortcake flavor she never gets rid of.

My balls shrink and get ready for me to cum. I slow down so I can make this last.

It’s quiet in here other than the sound of me beating my meat and having phone sex with my girl.

“Yes, my Angel, anyone could walk in.”

~Yes baby.~

“I walk in, I’m watching you. Put on a show for me, baby. Spread your legs for me. Let me see that pretty little pussy.”

I know she has her lip tucked under her teeth and is biting down on it. I know her hazel eyes are hooded and mostly black.

I know her pussy is so fucking juicy right now. Waiting for me.

“My hospital gown is unzipped, my knees are touching the bed. I’m so wet, Angel. I’m making a spot on the sheets. Damon, I miss your cock inside me. How full it makes me, how big you are. I want to cum all around it with you buried so fucking deep inside me.”

I fuck my hand faster. Spitting down to give myself some more lube.

Nothing is as good as Savannah.

I miss it too. I miss her, taking her wherever I want.

“I want that too, baby. Flick your clit for me, Van baby, just like I do. Use both hands.”

She hums again, I listen for her to do as I told her. Hearing her breathing change, I know she’s getting close.

I use the last memory I have of us.

How reactive she is to my touch and how her pussy clamps around my dick when she cums for me.

She’s so fucking tight she stops me from pulling out.

“Your pussy is so fucking tight, baby. You’re choking the fuck out of me.”

Tightening the vice-like grip I got working for me, I listen close to hear her finger fucking herself.

“Cum with me, baby. I’m close.”

That whimper-like moan she drives me crazy with.

“I’m cumming, Damon, ahh!”

Her telling me she’s cumming sends me over too.

The phone drops with my body jerking and shaking as I shoot my load out, hitting the plastic cover across from me.

My ears pop as I take the phone back up.

With my dick still in my hand, I say her name.

“Put on some clothes, baby, I’m coming to get you. I don’t give a shit what your uncle says. You belong with me.”

“Don’t get in trouble. Don’t put yourself in danger—promise me, Angel? And I’ll help.”

Agreeing, I clean up and swing the door open. Hayden and Micah stand on with their backs on the wall talking to Dane.

“Can we please go pick up Savannah now?”

“Yep.”