Chapter Thirty-Eight (R)

This is nearing the end - Thank god because I am the laziest writer in history. (I procasinate writing chapters lol.)

Cause I'm right for you, babe

I think I'm right for you, babe

You know what I'm thinkin', see it in your eyes

You hate that you want me, hate it when you cry

It ain't workin', 'cause you're perfect, and I know that you're worth it

I can't walk away, oh

Even though we're goin' through it

And it makes you feel alone

Just know that I would die for you

Chapter 38 - Die For You

I stand over the balustrade, arms crossed and hair flowing freely behind me. I watch the horizon, wheat fields upon wheat fields dancing in the slightest of breezes.

I noticed the pattern of wind repeating itself over and over and over again for that is how long I have stood here. I noticed that there was someone in the middle of the field as well – long before they spotted me from my ledge. I watched them.

I didn't move when their head rose slightly – the black of their mask becoming a slick indication of their presence the minute they rose higher than the wheat itself. I was surprised they were foolish enough to move above the protection that the wheat provided.

They turn to me, their eyes meeting my own with a flicker of malice.

"Run."

The person in the field had to be miles away – yet as their mouth moves, the words that come reach out to me in a whisper.

"Run." They repeat louder as they begin to walk closer and closer through the field. I watch as the ground below their feet cracks, and some wheat wavers as the ground vibrates. I watch as the horizon blazes with a burning red as if something had hit the invisible walls that surround us to keep this realm safe.

The ground falters again, and a see a crack form in the wheat field.

"Run Nephele, Run." The figure begins to run through the field at a lightning pace, pushing closer and closer.

"Run." It repeats louder, closer. Its voice turns into multiple hushes whispers growing in size and audibility.

I jump as another loud crack resonates the atmosphere, and I pull my attention up to the dome like structure that I had never noticed above my head. I watch as another crack is laid onto the realms shielding – a large force burning red and orange and black against the fragile dusty blue invisible barrier – something that was meant to be invisible.

"Run Nephele, we are coming."

I scream as I see the thing now at the feet of the balcony – not understanding how it got here so fast as it climbs the stone wall on all fours. Its black clothes give no description of its figure – the dark mask covering its face not revealing a hint of skin or texture. I watch it scurry up the wall and take a frightened step back.

Another crack threatens the structural integrity of the landscape as I watch the sea of wheat part over the balustrade.

"Run." It's a cackle – a gargle coming from a rotting throat.

I watch as a grey rotting hand forces its way over the balustrade. A leg follows and soon, the thing is standing on the balcony I was once standing on.

It stares at me and that's all it does. I watch it – not able to move or talk. Not able to defend myself or reason with it. I felt sick at the thought of being frozen here.

Ironic, isn't it.

Another crack sounds from above and soon enough I see the wheat fields fall into a warm darkness that awaits them below through the hole in the balustrade pillars.

"Run Nephele. You have to run." I don't move. I don't breathe. I don't do anything. I cannot do anything.

It turns its head to the side by forty-five degrees with a loud crack and I open my mouth to scream as it screeches its own tune and lunges at me.

"Run Nephele. Run."

I scream as its sharp teeth puncture my neck and claws tear my skin from my limbs.

"Run Nephele. Run." And I continue to scream, even as my voice fails me long before I fall from this world and back into the softness of the bed I was placed in hours prior.

"Nephele, Nephele – amare – look at me." Two hands hold my checks, a body straddling mine as I scratch and claw at my throat with a hearty scream escaping from my lips.

My chest heaves as I make eye contact with vibrant eyes, noticing his worried features. I rush upwards, throwing my arms around his bare shoulders and shove my head into his neck, taking note of his scent.

Musk, and rain, hinted with bark from a forest.

His arms collapse in on me after the initial shock of my actions, and he strokes my back as a form of comfort.

"Whatever you saw, its not true. Whatever you saw it didn't happen – it wasn't real." He murmurs, a croak in his voice from the recency of sleep.

"Seemed fucking real to me." I mumble back, tears in my eyes. He only chuckles and slaps my ass, tsking to himself about my mouth. I smile at his light hearted actions, despite knowing he is trying to distract me.

It was only in this moment when I noticed that my tank top was rather low, and within a bra underneath (or supportive shirt underneath), my breasts were out.

He seems to follow my train of thought, and I pull away, grabbing his face and looking at him with sincerity. I straddle his lap, and his wondering hands traverse the sides of my back sending tingles down my spine leading me to squirm. I purse my lips, sucking one underneath the other to gain some moisture as it seems to vanish.

"Let me distract you amare." I smile down at him, devouring the endearment from his lips the next second.

If I was being completely honest, kissing wasn't the best thing in the world. I purely hated it prior to meeting – and kissing – Lucifer. It was wet, and gross in all honesty, but that didn't mean I didn't like kissing him.

Although I did prefer cuddling.

"Distract me then, Lucifer."

It was a split second later that I was on my back, a yelp escaping my lips as he pushed me over with 'a strength I didn't expect. A worried look passed his features, and he went to ask if I was okay but I just rolled my eyes and grabbed the back of his neck as he positioned himself in between my legs and dragged him down to my lips.

I push my tongue through my lips, and raise my body to meet his, rolling my breasts using the force of my hips to give him a little taste.

He removes himself from my lips and hovers over me. His hand rests beside my hip as I lean back with him looking down at me angelically. His right hand leaves a path of tenderness along the base of my neck before it intertwines itself with my golden strands of hair. His leg comes to separate my own further, his strong thigh resting firmly against the part of my legs as he pushed himself onto me further.

"Give yourself to me amare. Give me your everything. Let me give you everything." It was a hoarse whisper that made my heart swell and anxiety swiftly spike then crash.

I lick my lips, almost consciously as I continue to register what he was saying. Except I didn't have time to register any of it as his mouth came down on mine milliseconds later, leaving me gasping for the lost breath and silently melt due to the overwhelming sensations of his passion.

Our eyes continue to make contact – a connection forming, a string tying the two of us together for the rest of eternity, and one that would last the rest of the lifetimes to come. Our bodies were ablaze in that moment, warmth on warmth and nothing separating the burning heat us – nothing to put out the clash of golden red and ice blue flames that danced delicately in the air. Our minds intertwined with the snap of a bond, the cold yet comforting warmth meeting the blazing sea of red and tidal mess in an abomination of power.

He pulls himself from my body, roughly grabbing me by the hips with a small giggle from my lips and throws me on the bed. Within a second, and a snap of a finger I am stripped of my clothes and in front of his gaze bare. I didn't have a second to be self-conscious about it, and instead was bombarded with a male body hovering over me a second later. His body was full, muscular, and shirtless. He drew himself away from my naked body and kneeled on the ground at the end of the bed, looking at me through hooded, lustful, eyes.

Knowing that he was the one for me, I didn't feel the need to be self-conscious in front of him – despite the lingering feelings of anxiety regarding looks and sensations. Further to the point, he didn't make me feel self-conscious. He didn't look at my stretch marks, he didn't talk about the fat on my hips or belly, and he didn't say anything about the hair on my skin.

He continues to look down at me from an angle, blue eyes glowing brightly as they scour my body with vigour. His eyes stormed over with passion and lust, a blazing tornado wreaking havoc inside his eyes.

He made me feel lovable. And that was all I needed for me to allow him to bring his mouth down on my neck.

His hand goes between my breasts, hands moving along from the tip of my nipples to the small of my back as he pulls me up and drags me towards him at the end of the bed. My exposed flesh rubs against the fake fur blanket on the bed, the new texture making a small moan escape my mouth, my clit stroking along the bundled up blanket as I bite my lip to contain my erotic sound.

My nipples harden naturally, his chest only adding to the sensation overload as his hands grab my ass. I sit, spreading my legs wider to gain more of him in between them at the edge of the bed. With him in between my legs, kneeling on the ground in front of me, he is still taller than me which means that certain elements of our bodies line up perfectly.

I move to cling around him, wrapping my hands around the back of his head, letting one hand fall into his hair and the other sit lazily on his shoulder as he bends down licks the tender skin of my neck. His mouth traces a sensitive part of my neck, sucking and biting on the delicate flesh, then moving to my ear and teases an earlobe with his tongue. He leaves a trail of burning flame where he kisses, and only leaves me wanting more as I am left breathing rapidly, small tuffs of white fog leaving my mouth as he warms the room.

The coolness brings his eyes to mine, a smirk on his lips as he knows the effect his mouth has on my self-control. It was a heated look, but before he can make some snide remark, I push his head back down into my neck demanding more.

I am breathless with pleasure and pushing my chest into his own, my nipples grazing the skin of his chest making the experience more pleasurable. I let another gasp for air slip through my lips as he continues to kiss my neck, my lower lips parting with a wondering finger, exposing my swollen clit that rubs against his unnaturally cool finger.

I can feel him smile against my neck, whispering words about sensational play – words which were whispered too lightly to hear. I bite my lip and let my head roll back softly, noting how wet I am getting from just his kiss alone.

"Someone likes ice." I hear his words clearer now, but don't register them until a second later a cold cube of ice is placed in between my legs by a finger. I gasp at the sensation, throwing myself forward onto his shoulder and tightening my hold on him. I grab his shoulders to stabilise myself, nails digging into the skin as he shivers.

"If you want to stop at any time, you let me know, Amare." I nod my head at his words, melting a little inside with the implication. Pun totally intended. His words were solid and stable, but I didn't exactly want to get caught up in that right now.

I know he was sensitive on his back. He would shiver away whenever I touched or grazed his back. I smile innocently as he moves the ice once more down there, parting my lips once more. I feel his eyes on my face, watching for the moment where the ice will touch the sensitive flesh he wishes to explore.

I had a small, secret and very sensitive spot – something that no one had found before apart from myself.

I pull my lips together as he rounds the left side of my clit and I pull away from his hold, gasping aloud. His arms cage me in and he pushes himself onto me – holding me in place as I involuntarily roll my hips into him.

He smiles as I whimper, waiting for the inevitable.

The ice cube circles the spot once, twice, sending a wave of pure pleasures through my body as my legs shake. He applies pressure to the cube as it passes around a third time, before passing over the hood making me squirm and press myself into the cube to gain more sensation from the tip of his finger.

His free hand goes to my ass, and he pulls me against him as I push into him. Then he's brushing his lips over my breast, and I cry out when he takes a nipple into his mouth – tearing the bud from his teeth whilst he continues to move the ice against my clit in a dangerous manner. I never gained pleasure from the feel of breasts alone, there had to be movement. And he knew that.

The sensation only builds and builds in my nether region, wetness from me probably coating his fingers at this point. But it didn't worry me, what did was his mouth clamping over my nipple, and his hand that was swirling cold ice so dangerously close to my core.

Oh Gods, the flicks of his tongue are a delicious torture, drawing me closer and closer to the edge. He sensually drags teeth over the buds of my breasts until I'm practically climbing the guy like the mountain he is in this form. The dark hair rings in my hands, leaving me gritting my teeth together.

The ice continuous to swell the area down there, but suddenly it is taken away. I look down for a second, his mouth still on my nipple, and give him a strange look. That is until he opens his mouth, and I find a fresh ice cube between his teeth. I gasp in both surprise, conflict, and pleasure as he introduces the cold, slick, wetness to my nipple. Encircling the bud, he makes sure to play with one nipple via the ice, and the other through his cool fingers. I gasp at the doubling of sensation, pushing myself into him further and biting my lip. I'm panting and feeding him my breast, and over and over he nuzzles it with his mouth still locked onto the cube of coldness, until I want to scream with need.

It gets to the point where I became impatient, and I grab his free hand and guide it to my pussy, so he can play with my clit more because right now, she was burning with need. The ice made my skin burn for him, every part of me needed him on me, sucking, licking and biting, but the part that really needed him doing those things was my clit.

"All in good time amare." He says with a roughness that vibrates my body and makes me push against him more, my clit finding contact with the fabric of his dress pants. I gasp and rub myself against him like a deprived kitten, needing contact so bad.

It wasn't until I was thrown backwards on the bed, my hands locked in silver cuffs behind my head without him lifting a finger from my body, did I understand what was happening. The God in front of me was using his powers to make this easier for him.

"I am the one in control here amare." I shiver at the words and try to roll my hips onto his body once more but he only pushes me down with a burning force. I whimper at the deprivation but he only smiles.

I didn't mind the chains that bound me, and instead found it rather erotic. I push my lower half up towards him – trying again - but he only threw me down once more before rearranging himself. Now, Lucifer who is knelt on his knees as he retracts from my body and pushes his way through my legs, groans at the sight of my spread legs in front of his face. He presses kisses to my knee, trailing them along my inner thigh before he finally reaches my pussy. I give him an impatient whimper, the need in my lower region still growing, growling for contact of some form with the God in front of me. He only smiles at me as I push myself off the bed to the best of my ability with chained hands, then holds my hips down on the bed with his hands and puts his mouth directly on me.

I gasp and my legs fall lax against the bed, in response. He only makes a growl like sound from his throat – probably something to do with his primitive form – before he is looping my legs over his shoulders and burying his face between my thighs more. His tongue sweeps over my labia, and I moan when it circles around my clit, adding a newer sensation that somehow felt better than the ice that was on it only moments prior.

Oh, Gods.

Then he's licking me with that crazy tongue of his, sweeping over and over and over on my sensitive flesh and lapping up my juices like the man was deprived for a millennium.

I whimper and cling to the chains, pulling at them from above as I spread my legs wider and arch my back further from the bed. It feels utterly incredible, his hands coming down to ensure my lower hips stay in contact with the bed. It doesn't take long before I'm grinding my hips against his face, with his tongue ensuring that every crevice of my sensitive flesh is serviced with the upmost care.

The warmth flooding my stomach as he inserts a lone finger makes me yelp – the butterflies in my stomach flutter and I push for more action as he retracts and reenters his finger into the warmth. My head rolls back and a reach forward for his shoulder – which was barely reachable from this position. I dig my nails into his shoulder, raising my body from the mattress as warmth floods my stomach and I have the repetitive desire to pee.

I knew what that feel was and I almost screeched at him to stop out of instinct – despite knowing that it was the orgasm itself building.

He swirls his tongue around my clit once more, and not long after that, I am pleading for him to let me orgasm, his tongue continuously lapping up at my folds, never ceasing the rhythm.

I plead with him to let me come, let the wave wash over me, but he ignores my pleas for an orgasm and keeps on licking me. He stops the fast pace and replaces it with such slow, steady, sensual motions that tell me he's enjoying this as much as I am. He murmurs soft, lovable words with every stroke of his tongue, and the sensation of him speaking makes me wetter than previously thought possible. He retracts his fingers and I almost gasp at the loss of contact but before a word can leave my mouth, his tongue swirls around the entrance to my core – Oh, when he does that – I practically come out of my own skin, arching my back off the bed with insane need.

"Please," I sob. "Oh God, please!" He doesn't answer my pleads, and just insistently licks and nibbles, his tongue coming back from my entrance to my clit to send me over with need once more.

"Please what, Nephele?" His voice was rough and I almost choked as he retracted all contact. "Use your words baby."

"Don't stop," I moan. I'm so ready to come I'm aching inside. I want him deep inside me, filling me up. He seemed to take that as a reasonable answer, and continued doing what pushed me closer and closer to the edge. The licking and nibbling are just making me utterly crazy with need. "Oh God, don't stop. I want you." I hear him mumble a response to all my words, but they go over my head as blood rushes around my head. In response to my ignorance at his statements , his tongue thrusts into my core.

Deep.

His tongue moves around in there, rubbing around my walls as I feel the wave crash over my head and my back arches of the bed with so much as a scream.

I come apart in the hardest orgasm I've ever had, my legs locking around his face as my body levitates off the bed. I might be screaming his name and clinging to the chains as his tongue just continues to lap and mouth continues to suck – but I don't know. I'm not really sure if I am actually screaming and waking the entire realm now, because I'm seeing stars at the moment, and between that and the orgasm, there's no room for any other conscious thought.

He growls, clearly enjoying that I'm coming, and just laps harder, which makes my orgasm seem to go on for mile after endless mile. I'm utterly spent and exhausted when he finally lifts his head, his eyes are glowing a deep and dark red, like headlights, and licks his sinfully wet mouth.

I feel wrung out at the sight of that, but something inside me turns on, making me wetter than I was moments prior and I barely contain the moan at the site of his mouth licking up the remains of me. I've come so hard that I'm pretty sure that wasn't one orgasm but a dozen stacked on top of one another, cascading with every flick of his talented, talented tongue.

But I didn't have time to think about that, before his face came over me and he began attacking my neck again.

"Let me pleasure you." It was a hoarse whisper from my lips, and he brings his lips to my own an instant later, the vague taste of me residing on my tongue. I tug on the chains once, and they become free from the bedpost however the cold metal is still clasped over my finger tips.

"The sight of you alone is a pleasure to me Amare." His voice was sincere and sweet, but I relented.

"I want to pleasure you, Luci. Let me." I nod my head, grabbing his neck and twisting my hips around his own so we switched position. Undoubtfully, the sensation of my clit against his growing erection did send a spasm of shock around my body but I pushed down the rush of heat and focused on what was to come.

I move own the bed, snapping my fingers as a silent gesture for him to remove his clothes.

The dim lighting of the room – for the only source of light was the moon breezing through the curtains – illuminated his thighs perfectly. I could see just enough to know what I was doing, but not too much as to lose confidence.

"I have never done this before." I whispered up at him, blushing crimson at the confession. He merely looks at me with a soft smile.

"You have time to learn Little Nymph, it is okay. Either way." I nod at the conformation, and pull my lips together out of nervous habit.

He has his hand around his manhood as he gently strokes upwards. I watch his movement, flickering eye contact briefly before returning to his action. I lean over, bracing myself against his thighs for stability, noting the way he didn't seem to be at full length.

I smile and open my mouth over his tip lightly, swirling my tongue over his head and tasting a vague taste of salt. I pull always quickly, just tasting a little before looking up at him for approval. I realise it was leaking precum and I internally smiled, despite the fact that I likely had nothing to do with that reaction.

His eyes narrow down at me, probably thinking I am playing with him – so I honestly smile back and extend a hand down onto the base of his shaft. I open my mouth over his tip, pushing my lips together as I push myself deeper along him, to as far as I can go within tears springing in my eyes. I feel his hands intertwine with my hair before he tugs at my scalp, making me moan in desperation.

I swirl my tongue on the underside of his shaft, purposely placing interest in the point just below the tip. He pulls me back with the tug of my hair and I don't resist, allowing him to control me and show me what he liked. I flutter my eyes up to him, to watch him watch me with half-lidded eyes, but his hand tightens on my hair as he pushes me down his shaft more. I choke, and tears burst at the corners of my eyes, but I don't retract at all. I don't let him stop me.

I liked that.

So instead, I push myself into the movement, rolling my body along with the thrust of my head meeting him as I move my mouth around his dick. I hear him groan as his hands fondle with my scalp before tightening and pulling, before soothing and repeating.

"Amara, if you keep going I am going to come in your mouth." He verbalising and I smile internally.

"So why don't you?" I think, knowing he was monitoring my thoughts. I smile when he pulls me completely away from his hardened length, before he grabs my jaw in the same hands that were wound in my hair and he pulls me up to his level. I stand straight, two hands resting on his hips as he stands over me. I shiver with intimacy, knowing that he would never hurt me, but the feeling of excitement mixed with the primal urge of fear making me feel giddy.

"Because, I want to come in you." His words were whispered against my mouth, lips mere millimetres from mine before he tosses my jaw to the side in harsh displicine. He aims for my next with his mouth, hands greedily coming to my waist as I bend into him, collapsing in his arms as he bites at my neck as though he were a starved man.

His arm runs the length of my left leg before he pulls it up by the knee and instructs it to wrap around his waist, whilst his dark invisible force pushes me to be entirely reliant on him.

I whimper when he continues to dive into my sweet spot on my neck, and moan when my heat finds the length of his shaft. I roll my hips into it instinctively, needing the friction between him and my clit. He nips at me playfully before turning me around and laying me on the bed.

Two arms cage me in position, his chest pressing into my own with a healthy amount of warm weight. He stills briefly – but it wasn't a tense still, more a carefully placed still.

I raise my hand to his cheek, and give it a small stroke, nodding my head at him. I give him permission to do whatever he wants to me. I liked whatever he did to me. But this wasn't just that.

"I love you." He whispered and I smiled. "I never got to say that to you in this millennia, a-and I just want you to know that it is true. Its not even love – it's a thing a million times stronger than love, and I don't have words to describe it-" I curve my hand around his neck, bringing him down to meet my lips, closing my eyes blissfully as my stomach flutters in love.

"I know Luci. I know every time you look at me. I know that in this lifetime and all lifetimes to come, you will always love me. Until our dying breaths. And even then, I will always know that you love me no matter the lifetime." I whisper back, pulling apart from his lips as I realise what this means to him. This is his sort of goodbye. I smile back at him with sad eyes, my libido not dying down in this serene moment.

"On the field, if it comes to it, I want you to promise me one thing." I whisper as his eyes grow wide.

"No, Nephele, it won't come to that at all." He frantically caresses my hips and I only shush him with a finger to his lips.

"I am not saying it will Luci, but if it comes to it. If the only way to kill her is to kill me, you have to promise me you will. You cannot let her get me again."

"You will die at the hands of a god like me baby, don't make me do this." I shake my head with a smile.

"I cannot die by your hand Lucifer. You have to trust me with this. If it comes to it, you must kill me. I cannot become a puppet in her hands. Promise me." I kiss his lips in a chaste kiss, licking my lips for the taste of him.

"I cannot-" I shake my head and interrupt him.

"Promise me." He waits a hesitant second, a wave of concern, another wave of hate and love clouding his vision as emotions run through him. It must kill him – the prospect. It kills me – the prospect of not being with him – but if it is the only way, it must be done.

"I promise you." It was a mere whisper, but it was confirmation. I purse my lips, pushing him down on me once more before mumbling into his mouth a small apology.

"Fuck me Lucifer. Show me how much you care. Let me prove that the promise is nothing but a promise. Let me show you that it isn't going to happen." I whisper to him, the agony in his eyes slowly disappears as I roll my hips against his crotch. I smile as I reach my hand down between us and grab hold of his length in between my fragile fingers.

"Let me show you that I am here, always and forever." With that I push his tip through the invisible barrier between my thighs. I ignore the pinch of pain at the initial stretch of my entrance, and hold his eye contact. His blue eyes swirl with emotion, much like my own would. He brings his lips down to mine in a dominating kiss that is so forceful that I moan.

I let him thrust himself into me, and I arch my back instinctively, the pain of stretching leaving me closing my eyes. It wasn't a bad pain – a little uncomfortable at first but he retracted and pushed himself back in again whilst his lips travelled down my body to my tight nipples. He naturally enclosed his lips around the right one, and bit down hard with teeth causing me to arch more into him. Wrapping my legs around his own hips so he has better access brings a deeper thrust from him – one which leads to more pain but also more pleasure. I can feel the feeling of an impeding penetrative orgasm build.

I had never had this feeling, but I knew what it was.

He seems to know what he was doing, and although he was holding back he knew that I was okay with the pain as it was. His presence was known in my mind – so he was being careful.

"Let go," I whisper breathlessly. I wanted to have his raw form or nothing. I tug on black strands of hair making sure he heard me as his teeth graze and pinch at my protruding buds.

I hear him grumble something against my skin but I don't hear and instead I feel his free hand move under my ass to lift me up higher, positioning me onto his bent knees. Still wholeheartedly connected to him, I cling to him, rolling my hips as I come to sit vertical on his lap. His lips trace my neck leaving a path of red marks. I gasp as he pounds into me harder, his grip on my ass painful yet exhilarating.

He slaps me ass cheek causing me to rise off his dick natural, before I purposely fall down. I moan at the feeling as he smiles into my skin. I let my head roll back as he slaps me again before gripping the cheek with force. I groan and roll my clit on his pelvic bone as he counts to pound. He seems to notice that my clit throbs with unsatisfied need whilst I still naturally grow to an orgasm.

His hand on my ass cheek travels lower, and reaches underneath my ass to my back entrance – twirling around the region there. Lust blooms in my stomach and I am only conscious about that being my ass and his intentions of anal for a few seconds. He removes his fingers and instead brings his hand to my front reaching down between us with greed.

He cups my mound, his index finger falling between the slit of my founds and resting against my clit. I whine in need pushing my tits further into his chest as his thrusts slow slightly.

"You are so wet for me Amara. So, so beautifully wet." He brings his fingers back to his mouth, and forces eye contact with me as he sucks on his finger that had just been in my slit. I widen my eyes but not at his actions and instead at the buzzing sound that is produced in his hand a split second later. I gasp as he brings down a small pink vibrating object towards my folds and I gasp even louder when he places them between my folds and holds it there. I fold into him, rolling against him again and again hoping he'll continue pounding into me so I can feel the thrusts of the vibrator at the same time.

"More-" I gasp as the intensity of the vibrations increases and he lifts me from his shaft before he slams back into me. "Yes- yes. Gods yes."

With a stamp of approval, he continues the same thing, over and over and over again. I am on the brink of the best orgasm I have ever had in my life. I continually call out his name, and I continuously feel his mouth on my skin – so hot. I feel the vibrator pulsing with life as I hold it in place and insert it into my slits – right over my clit – over and over again as he continues to pound into me.

"Nephele." His name was a whisper from his mouth and I was too far gone to hear what he said to me. I throw my head back as the feeling of needing to relieve myself grows intense. But the buzz stops as his pounding grows harsh and I yell out with a need of release. I look down at him, his glistening eyes smiling as he raises a hand around my throat to lightly apply pressure as he lays me down on the bed with invisible arms.

"Listen to me when I talk Amare. You will not come until I say you can," His words are audible in my ears and I nod my head with a slick smirk. His pounding never ceases and I find it hard to speak as he swings his hips into me. "I need an answer Nephele." He says with a smirk, god damn knowing I cannot talk.

"Y-yes." It was breathless.

"Good girl." He kisses my temple as he brings me to the edge of the bed and pushes himself deeper than he was previously, leading to me to curl my toes and push myself off the bed and into him more. He brings back the vibrator, holding it against my clit with unrelentless malice. I scream and thrash as my orgasm builds again – with much more strength than it had been moments prior.

It was all too much, and I push myself against his chest, arms grabbing at his shoulders to bring me stability.

"Please-" I beg him, and I can feel his eyes watching me with a domineering expression. He liked seeing me beg and grovel for release.

His thrusts grow erratic and even larger, leaving me to wrap my legs around his body to hold myself in some manner. I knew he was close and I was holding in the wave of my stomach as my legs starting spasming and giving out.

"Please what Amare." It was all strength and power that oozed into those words. He knew he was in control here. I cannot speak as all my restraint goes into holding myself at bay. My breasts bounce on my chest from his thrusts – each one growing more and more powerful. His hand reaches for my neck and I let him, turning my head to the left and baring my neck lightly. He doesn't squeeze to choke me; he merely lightly places pressure to show he's in power. And I love it.

"You're so fucking beautiful when you give yourself me to baby, but you need to let me know what you want. Tell me what you want." His words were right against my ear, even though he stood over me in a looming form.

Pleasure swirls like a whirlpool in my stomach as I choke on my words.

"Let me come - Please," I beg, and he only smiles as he nods his head and pushes the vibrator harder in me, a final thrust igniting a wave of passion that rolls through my entire body. I scream and cave into him, my back levitating of the bed with the amount of sensations that course through my body. I call his name as he comes into me, warmth spreading throughout my womb as he holds me close to him with a groan of his own.

His mouth consumes me as my thighs spasm around his own hips, and my clit throbs as my abs contract with pleasure. I gasp and moan into his mouth, the high consuming all of me as I lay hopelessly underneath him.

I somehow lie on him as I come down from the high of the best orgasm I have ever had in my life. I feel him retract himself from me, and I gasp again somehow feeling empty. I don't know how I got into this position – but I didn't care.

"Good girl." He whispers against my hairline, fingers running patterns along my abdomen as I lie still.

I feel his fingers dip down to my heat once more and I let out a moan – not one of protest but of more need. I feel him run two fingers over my clit, a small pinch following causing me to push into his palm even more. I needed more – I had to have more of him. His fingers swirled in the pool of wetness left by both me and himself, before entering my smooth warmth and pushing the leaking cum from his own orgasm back inside me. I bite my lip, not caring about the repercussions of that in this moment. I gasp as he enters me again, his arm underneath my neck coming to caress my shoulder as he continues the action to ensure that everything is still there.

I lazily look over at him through lust hooded eyes and maintain that eye contact as he slowly pumps into me with his two fingers again and again and again until I come for the third time that night.

Word Count: 7000

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This smut took me like three months to write. I cannot commit to it. Here you go, enjoy the dirty stuff. Hope it is sufficient.