Page 90 of Decimation

I obey. I would obey any command she gave me right now. I stretch out on the bed, my head on the pillows, and she moves over me with the grace of a predator. Her hair curtains her face as she kisses her way down my chest, tracing the lines of my tattoos and scar with her tongue. The same tattoos my brother wears, the same symbols carved into my skin to complete the illusion.

But she’s not thinking about him. I can tell by the way she touches me, like I’m the only man who’s ever existed. Like my body is a temple and she’s come to worship.

She reaches my cock and pauses.

“You’re beautiful,” she says, and the words sound like a revelation. “All of you. Every scar, every mark. Every terrible thing you’ve done written on your skin.”

“Leandra…”

She takes me into her mouth before I can say anything else.

The sensation is overwhelming. Her lips stretch around my thickness, her tongue pressing flat against the underside of my shaft. She takes me deep, deeper than I expected, and I feel the head of my cock hit the back of her throat. She doesn’t gag, doesn’t pull away. Just breathes through her nose and takes me deeper still.

“Fuck.” The word tears out of me. “Fuck, Leandra, your mouth…”

She hums in response, and the vibration nearly undoes me.

I watch her as she works. I watch the way her lips slide up and down my length, the way her hand pumps what her mouth can’t reach, the way her eyes flutter closed in concentration.

She’s not just doing this for me. She’s doing it for herself.

I can see it in the way she moans around my cock, the way her hips rock against the mattress, the way she’s getting off on giving me pleasure.

“Come here,” I growl. “I want to be inside you when I come.”

She releases me with a wet pop and crawls up my body. Her thighs bracket my hips, and her hand guides me to her entrance. She sinks down onto me in one slow, exquisite motion, and we both moan at the feeling of being joined.

“Look at me,” she says, echoing my words from last night.

God, she’s magnificent. Her head thrown back, her breasts swaying as she rides me, her lips parted on a gasp. The scars on her body catch the light, and they don’t look like wounds anymore. They look like war paint, like proof of everything she’s survived.

“You’re so strong,” I hear myself say as I grip her hips, thrusting up into her.

She smiles. It’s sad, sweet, and knowing. “You said that last night.”

“Because it’s true.”

I flip us over, pinning her beneath me. She gasps, her legs wrapping around my waist, her nails digging into my shoulders. I drive into her with slow, deep strokes. Watching her face, watching the way her mouth forms my name like a prayer.

“I’m going to kill him,” I tell her. “My brother. Everyone who ever hurt you. I’m going to tear their world apart and build a new one from the ashes.”

“Lazarus…”

“I’m going to make you a queen. I’m going to give you everything they tried to take. Your freedom. Your power. Your body. Your pleasure.” I thrust harder, deeper, hitting that spot inside her that makes her eyes roll back. “Every night, I’m going to worship you like this. Every morning, I’m going to wake you with my mouth devouring your cunt. Every moment of every day, I’m going to make sure you know that you are loved.”

Tears spill from her eyes, but she’s smiling all the same.

I kiss her, and swallow whatever words she tries to say. I pour everything I can’t say into the press of my lips, the thrust of my hips. The way my hand finds her clit and circles it in time with my strokes.

She comes apart beneath me.

I feel it; the clench of her inner walls, the arch of her spine, the way she cries out my name like it’s the only word she remembers. The sensation pushes me over the edge, and I follow her into the abyss, spilling inside her with a groan that feels like it’s being torn from my soul.

For a long moment, there is nothing but breathing.

Our bodies tangled. Our hearts pounding. The morning light growing brighter beyond the curtains.

I turn my head, and press a kiss to her palm. “We’re the same, you and I. Two monsters, pieced together from the ruins of what was done to us.”