Vincent
She is sleeping peacefully.
The bright morning sun beaming on her soft skin, making her bruises more visible on the contrast of her pale body.
The urge to take her again was strong.
Last night she surprised me. I knew she loved to read my dark stories of someone taking their companion without permission, without their knowledge and that she had her own dark cravings. Of course, I knew that because she had a list on her notebook where she kept her darkest secrets, wishes.
One of them was taking her while she is sleeping.
Since my girl dreamed of it, I was happy to oblige. To see how far she will go, how far she will hold it before she breaks.
She was strong, whole perfection of my dark manifestation. The demons in me wanted to ruin her and then I would heal those wounds. Note my surprise when she almost killed me with her pussy, coming on my cock like she had been dreaming about me for years. The feeling of her, the sight of her surrendering to my control...fuck I wanted to do it again.
The guilt came from my dead heart to see the bruises on her fragile body but that didn't mean I regret it. She loved it, welcomed me into her body because she belonged only to me.
It was the best restless night in a while because I still kept fucking her when she passed out, coming inside her cunt the second time and watched how it all spilled out of her hole like it was pushing it all out, it was that much.
She was utterly terrified at first but soon she started crying for more.
Looking at her now, completely out like nothing happened, I felt at peace, the urge to kill was gone but not for long.
Keeping my eyes on her, I focused back on the screen of my laptop in my lap, the words now smoothly flowing from my mind easily as I typed the letters to keep writing the book I started when I first started following her.
The red flush on her lips from biting them too much remind him of cherries when he notices how anxious she gets when she is nervous about something.
She lets out a soft breath, puffing loudly in frustration when she can't get the perfect color for the eyes she is painting.
Leaning against the doorframe of her art studio, he crosses his arms over his chest and keeps watching without her even noticing him after he got inside her house.
She always gets in her dark space when she is concentrating on her art so it wasn't surprising that she didn't hear him but the thought of someone breaking in and doing the same as him to her, it made him rage that she is too vulnerable and naive for not being not observant to the dangers around her.
Lucky for her, he will never allow someone else to hurt her. She was his. Only.
The brush strokes snapped him back out of daze, the yellow and brown colors mixed together created a golden glow in the ring around the pupils as she added a little bit of black and white for the effect.
The smile grew when he knew the owner of those eyes. The same eyes watched her painting them.
Oh, little rabbit...You're already in love.
The book in her lap was closed shut, the backside showing the story synopsis and the author's description with a picture.
'Taunting Dreams' in black royal font on the spine gave him an idea whose it is.
V. R. Taurean
Her favorite author.
Her obsession.
Her muse.
Her whole dreams and dark secrets were there. His creation. His second masterpiece.
The satisfying grin on his lips could terrify an innocent soul like hers but somehow he knew that she would never be afraid of him. That's because she was like him. Taking her pain on something while he was doing it on someone.
Sometimes on the blank pages, sometimes on a person who deserves it but nonetheless, she was similar like him.
Her light called to him and he answered so here he was, being her shadow, protecting her from dangers because he was that monster who slays her demons, her own villain.
He wanted to taint the evils occupying her mind, her soul, her heart. That way he will be the only left who can overshadow her light.
Together they could embrace that darkness to bring the light back.
Her soft laugh enters his ears and he sees her head shaking with silent laughter when she finishes the last touches of her painting, like she can't believe what she just made.
"I'm totally crazy, aren't I?" She whispers to herself.
Oh baby, crazy defines us.
"I wish I could meet you and help to ease your pain," the words from her pretty lips are soft, tender like her gentle soul but the way she says them...it twists his heart.
It's painful.
Staggering back, he almost gave himself away when he steps out of her art studio room, his chest heaving with heart wrenching pain, not knowing why he's feeling this way.
His distracted mind made him leave a sound when he closes the back door because he stands there, still thinking about her words, silent footsteps are heard in the distance when her beautiful voice calls out.
"Who is there?"
He doesn't respond.
Clutching his chest where his heart is, he leaves her house before he can go back and do something he will regret.
Like beg her to help that pain go away with her touch which would make him tear apart everything in his path as long as he doesn't hurt her. Not the way he would have done that if that would have been everyone else.
Just her is enough to keep going.
The sniff on the right makes me look at Arianna sharply.
Her beautiful blue eyes are in tears when I notice her breathing heavily and for a moment I am worried that she is in pain from the way I took her, that she's finally breaking down but then I notice that she's still looking at the screen of my laptop.
Fuck.
When her eyes lift to mine, now it's my turn to breathe heavily, the words stuck in my mouth.
"D-did you did that? T-that's about me right?" Her voice shakes with emotions I can't describe because I feel lost.
I went so off-track of my surroundings that I forgot that she's in my bed. My beautiful Arianna.
Of course, it's about her. The book is named in her name.
"Yes," I found my voice and clear my throat," It was two weeks later after I first saw you. I'm writing our memories, from my point of view."
Arianna sobs harder, my heart splitting into pieces to see her so sad. Abandoning the laptop, not forgetting to save the document, I pull her on top of me, taking her face in my palm, forcing her teary eyes to mine as I wipe them from her cheeks.
"Baby, you know that you mean the world to me, right? I hate that you cry and it's not from pleasure," I grit out, hating myself to see her this sad because of me.
Snuggling in my touch, she nods, struggling with words," I-I know. I-I'm sorry. I just got really emotional."
My black heart softens when I lean to kiss her quivering lips, not letting her move when she tries to push me away because I assume that she doesn't like when she is kissed on the mouth with her morning breath but every thing about her was perfect, she smelled and tasted like strawberries. I don't give a fuck if she doesn't like it, she needs to accept it.
"Vince, please," her nails dig into my chest and I groan, feeling her naked body against mine, my cock already hard between her ass when the tip rubs against her clit, pre-cum already staining her begging lips.
Controlling my desire to fuck her and sink inside her pussy, I force myself to pull away from her lips to listen to her plead because If I take her again, she will pass out again even if she begs me for it. She needed rest and lots of it for my plans for her.
"Now tell me. Are you okay?" Inspecting her face with my knuckle nudging her chin up, her eyes at least has stopped crying when she calms down.
"Yes, all good. I couldn't help but read the story you wrote. I should be mad that you sneaked into my house and just watched me paint a few feet away with me being completely clueless. Sometimes I just hate myself for being stupid," she pouts.
The growl is unstoppable when I wrap my fingers around her neck in a warning," Never call yourself stupid ever again," her fear filled eyes match my anger, my jaw clenched and teeth set.
Her nod makes me sigh, my nose trailing against her cheek, inhaling her sweet scent as I try to compose my thoughts," How did you sleep, love?"
Her cheeks heat and I see the most adorable blush taking over her ears, her face and down to her neck and collarbone.
My hand gently skims over her bare back, creating goosebumps in their wake as I fight a smile," Do you feel well rested or we can continue where we left off?"
Flustered beyond imagination, Arianna shakes her head," No. I can't. I feel like you have jammed inside me a whole tree and my my body feels like you have been hammering it nonstop so no, not today."
I hum in consideration, my finger tucking her piece of hair behind her ear," I can just drug you and then you will not feel anything."
Her jaw drops in shock and the urge to smile breaks out anyway when I laugh, her reaction too endearing when she struggles to get free of my hold but I don't let her as the little fighter hisses at me.
"That's not funny!"
"Well...you will change your mind when you see a video recording of me breeding you as you soundly are asleep so no, that's not funny at all, that's appealing and hot," I try to tease her but still the memory makes me harder than a rock, recalling her tight walls taking my cock and keeping it there until I was spent with my release.
"You did what!?"
Grabbing her by the hips, I change our positions quickly so she is beneath me, her big wide eyes leaving her speechless once I flung her little body on the mattress as I cage her within my arms.
I shut her up with my mouth when she starts screaming in anger and smile when she tries to bite my lip like at night she did. I don't give her satisfaction when I pull my lips out of her reach and watch her fuming with irritation.
"Bite me again and I will put my cock in your asshole," my words makes her freeze.
"You wouldn't," she breathes.
My eyes slide down to her chest, her breasts exposed to the morning's sunlight, her nipples hardening when my fingers gently brush against one, leaving her trembling.
I smirk," I would but you would beg me for it anyway."
"You bast-ouch!" My teeth on her nipple makes her cry out when I take the whole bud inside my mouth, squeezing her tit in my hand, sucking with vigor as my tongue swirls around it.
"Oh fuck," moaning, I keep sucking and biting her breasts, her nipples painfully red from my teeth, already forming bruises on them but the marks on her skin made by me just makes me want to fuck her again.
Her delicate fingers tugs on my hair and I look up at her, still licking her nipple with my eyes dark with lust.
Her own match mine like she is drunk again.
She doesn't even drink alcohol but it's like she has been drinking five bottles of it, the flush on her skin making her pretty.
So fucking pretty.
Before I can help myself, I wedge my way down her body and spread her legs apart. Cleaning her afterwards when I was done with her, I regret that now because I would see her clit full of my cum but her own juices already leaking out gives me another satisfaction that she is wet from our banter.
"W-what? Vincent, no. I feel sensitive there," she whines and my eyes snap to her, flashing with murderous gaze.
She should know that I take what I want and we both now she will still take it and love it in the end.
"Don't make me go hungry. This is my breakfast," I growl at her and lift her ass with both of my hands so she is closer to my mouth.
Her protest dies down when I press my nose against her pussy, inhaling her in like I'm some animal in heat.
Utter perfection.
Giving her a wolfish smile, the look on her face is beautiful when those blue eyes turn misty and her lips part in expectation of wrecking her body again.
In a pleasurable shout, her back arches when I finally wrap my lips around her clit, her legs shaking as I keep her pinned down.
With her mouth watering taste of honey and those damn strawberries again, I start to think that I need to order real ones when she's not with me.
That way I will always smell her.
The absurd thought makes me chuckle, the sound going straight to her pussy when she comes on my tongue, screaming.
"Holly shit!"
Grinding her cunt against my mouth, I can't stop licking her when I part her folds and thrust the muscle deep enough to make her pull my hair when she screams again, squirting all over my tongue as I drink her juices and swallow her sweet euphoric taste.
Cleaning everything up, she is left panting with her eyes on the ceiling when I'm done lapping my dessert.
Seeing her so exhausted but pleased makes me grin as I find my way back up, kissing her small tattoo along the way until I'm hovering above her lips, brushing them against hers, letting her taste herself on me.
"Thank you for the breakfast," I whisper and that makes her laugh so hard that she starts crying, her shoulders shaking.
Chuckling, I brush her tears away," You're insane."
When she stops with a smile on her face, the sight punches me in the gut, her expression so pretty that it's hard to believe that she's mine.
Long waited years but it was worth it. All worth it for the beautiful girl beneath me.
"What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?" Arianna blushes.
The soft meow interrupts our moment, her shy question left unanswered when we both look to the side to see Millie just stopping by the bed with big curious eyes.
Arianna hides her face in my neck like she's embarrassed from her kitten and I chuckle when the small creature slowly lifts herself on two legs to sniff the comforter.
Two seconds later she opens her mouth in disgust when she pulls away to watch us and it looked like she's scolding us with her eyes.
"Millie. Give your mommy and daddy privacy, will you? Mommy is shy," I pet her head gently and that spooks her as her pupils extend to their limit like she's ready to play.
Dashing from the room like she's racing something, I let out another chuckle when I turn back to my girl, kissing her cheek.
"Come on. She is bored. We need to entertain her too."
Punching me in the stomach, I laugh from the way she's so shy about her naked body even in front of her pet.
Some things never change.