Time magic up, as soon as all of my clothes fell down, he was on me.
Oli held me up and I crossed my legs around him, a shiver going down my spine when I realized he was also fully naked, rock-hard for me. His desire spread on me and I was instantly soaping wet and ready for him. "Yes," he whispered. "Open this hungry cunt for me, babe."
Burning up, I used my fingers to open my swollen pussy lips for him and he pressed the fat head of his cock on it, smearing my pussy with the overflown pre-cum, easing even more the penetration. And I don't know what it was, if it was me who got suddenly tighter, or his cock that was too swollen, but it felt like the first time, and he went slow. "Too much," I let out a moan. "You're so big, Oli, fucking hell."
"I'm about to do that, babe," he bit my ear, still sliding inside me.
What? About to do what?
{"To fuck Hel,"} ugh.
I'm doomed. Swallowing hard, I held him closer, moving my hips to see if he would get into me completely quicker. "Please… please, Oliver, I need every…everything. In me. Please," I cried.
Pressing me hard between him and the wall, he pressed himself deeper, harder, and I cried out. "Babe, you are tighter. It's pressing my cock so good, so painfully good," he whispered on my neck. "So, bloody, tight."
"Everything…" I whispered.
Grinning over my neck, he did what I asked and went in with the hardest thrust ever, tearing everything on the way, making me see stars and cry with utmost pleasure, "I love the sounds you make," he whispered. "I love being in you… feels like home. I love having sex with you, babe. I love doing anything with you," he breathed on my skin, and I panted, head back on the wall. "I love you, beautiful." {"Let me love you, babe."}
Tears rolled down my cheeks as I felt his love resonating with mine but given my inability to say what I wanted, to say it back, I just accepted it all. "Then love me, Oli," I whispered. "Fuck some sense into me."
"Your wish is my command, beautiful," then he moved in me.
✵ 𖣔 ✵
I lost count of how many times we did it, but when we finally laid down on the bed to cuddle, my body was jelly, his cum still dripping from me, and I told him everything Cosmos and I talked about. Except the moment I confessed, of course. Call me a coward if you want.
"So," he whispered caressing me while I lay over his body with my head on his shoulder, "you didn't know she could control people's minds?"
"No," I breathed, sniffing him softly.
"And she has an amulet that protects her from me, that she may or may not have gotten from Annabelle?" A nod. "She's controlling him for centuries, he loathes her, and was in love with your mom?" Another nod. "He was friends with Naël, who was Abellona's boyfriend?" One more nod. "And you got your stupidity from Russell?"
I gulped, Ugh. Don't remind me.
"Well, I will," he said matter-of-factly, his right hand going to my arse, grabbing it hard just because he can. But when his slander long fingers played with my pussy that was still smeared and overflowing with all his seed, pressing hard on my clit, I cried, my body shivering softly, too sensible. {"You look the hottest when you're dripping with all the cum I poured into you, beautiful, you know that? You love it, don't you?"}
I moaned as he tortured me a bit further, "I love it…" I whispered.
"I know you do," he spoke matter-of-factly, and I knew he had a crooked grin on, before I even looked at him. {"How could you not?!"} He didn't stop, holding me with his other arm tight by my waist, he began to finger me deep and slowly with three fingers at once. With his big long fingers.
Bloody fucking fuck. Everything in him is bloody damn big.
{"Exactly how you like, babe."} "So, tell me, Russell also had this bullshite going on, of trying break his mating bond with your mom, and he left her all alone because of that, which didn't end good at all, right?"
Bastard. He can't be bloody serious.
{"Oh, babe but I am,"} he added the fourth finger and pressed on my clit with his thumb, making me cry out. {"Very bloody damn serious!"} "Come on, babe, talk to me."
"Oliver," I moaned, my eyes rolling back. "Please."
{"What a beautiful sight."} "I am not giving you anything more than this, if we don't talk, babe. You know we always talk better after I've fucked you until you're all calm. Now, talk to me."
Fucking bastard. He's doing this on purpose.
"Of course, I am, my love. I told you when we began that I would do everything in power to get you to be with me the way I am with you. That starts with taking you out of this stupid idea," he whispered, never stopping the rhythm of his fingers in me, or his tight grip on my waist. "Even he told you to stop, why don't you?"
Because I said I wouldn't.
He held me even tighter, "So, it's your pride then. I hate it. I hate it too much." Altogether he stopped and I growled with the need of him. "I'm in this for the long run, Hel," he turned my face to his, holding my chin tight with the hand he was holding my waist with.
Then, he did the most obscene thing ever, he brought up the hand he was touching me with and sucked every bloody damn finger. All with his eyes on me. No reservations at all. He's insane. He'll drive me insane.
"I am insane for you. Obsessed, actually. And I'm never letting you go! So, you better back off from this shite quickly, Wilhelmina, because I'm starting to get seriously pissed off. You don't want to see me pissed off. Especially not now that we will be playing against one another on the tournament, in two days. Everyone has their limits, I told you, and I'm near reaching mine. It'll definitely happen if you keep this bloody shite up, and when I lose it, you won't be able to say I didn't warn you, or that it's my fault. I've cried before, the next time, it won't be sadness. It'll be anger."
Fuck. I shouldn't have told him about that.
He raised an eyebrow, {"Yes. Yes, you should."}
Frowning, he held my cheeks and brought my face even closer to his. "We are mates, there should be no secrets between us. I love you, and I will not allow you to back off, or to break our bond. I will never be okay with that, I told you before, I will tell you again. We will always fight if this is the subject. Always. You better not expect me to be fine with this and go along with you, ever. Not when it's about us, not when you're trying to do something against my will. I do not wish to break this, you cannot force me. You can get angry at me if you want, because I am angry with you too. But, by insisting on this shite, you are doing to me what your biological father did to your mom. Your argument that you don't want to happen to her what happened to me, is now invalid, love. Invalid!"
"I bet she would actually hate what you're trying to do, because she has been in this position before. In my position, actually. That's why I am furious with you, and sad, and my heart keeps breaking every bloody time this comes up. I'm trying my all to love you, to show you we are enough, to show you that we are worthy a serious try, to show you how important you are to me, how I can't fucking live without you, how breaking this would fucking kill me, how you are hurting me by insisting on it, and you still doesn't let go, because of what? Pride."