Page 102 of The Harbinger
The sky above turned from blue to black, the sun creeping further into the abyss below the horizon. It didn’t help that the thunderous clouds sucked away any light that would have remained.
“Watch my cock,milaya.“ He grabbed my throat, pulled me into a seated position, and shoved himself inside. The burning stretch overwhelmed my senses, and I cried out, wiggling my hips. He swallowed my agony with his mouth, nipping at my tongue with his teeth, his feverish desire pounding into me.
A cool water droplet splattered along my shoulder, and Sacha tipped his head back when the sky opened up and let loose its infernal burden.
Sacha tipped his head back to mine, his lips ghosting over my cheek. “Take my offering of sybaritic pleasure,” he whispered as if the being he’d spoken to stood beside us waiting for his spoken declaration.
He drew his hips back, and before I could suck in a breath, he captured my mouth and powered back inside. Our rain-soaked bodies surged together, hips slapping, moans echoing. The rain sputtered the fire alongside the trees, like my heart from his wickedly sensual touch.
His hand roamed my back, sending shivers along my spine. The same unbearable yearning built inside me as before when he’d hung me from the door and laved at my denied arousal.
“Sip from our blasphemous communion and feast on our desecration.”
The fires hissed in response, and my stomach flipped.
Fat droplets hit my face, soaking my lashes when he gripped my ankle and placed it on his shoulder, my knee tucked into my chest. The muscles in my arms burned from holding myself up, but I couldn’t pull my gaze away from his powerful thrusts between my legs.
Pink rivers cascaded down his body, between our legs, reaching its final destination on the platform designed for worship.
“Sacha,” I moaned, my voice not my own.
His thrusts became violent, hard with desperation. He removed his hold on my throat only to plunge his fingers through my hair and tug my head back, his lips crashing against mine. He swallowed each moan and aching cry I had to give, drinking me down until they morphed into screams.
I’d split in two.
My hips against him, and my mind, floated into the sky as the orgasm took me into a starlit blackness that was void of life-giving oxygen.
“That’s it. Offer your pleasure and showThemhow much you need me.”
Wave after wave of bliss powered over me as his words soaked in. I’d never expected it to feel like this, but he’d taken me on a sinful journey where the devil defiled me. Sacha had made me his offering to his gods, and I liked it.
Every rut against my hips, his strong fingers, pulling my hair from my scalp, filled my body with shocking warmth. It built pressure low in my belly until I clenched around him and exploded again.
When my head dropped down from the clouds, Sacha’s thrusts slowed, his hands slipping from my hair as he placed them on his bleeding chest, then dug in.
“What are you doing?”
He thrust his hips hard against me, a moan barely escaping my lips as I almost forgot his self-mutilation.
“Giving them more,” he snarled through clenched teeth, curling his fingers in and tearing open his wound, blood dripping down his hand and onto my belly.
“Stop. You’re hurting yourself.”
“Pain is temporary. ButTheirblessings are eternal.”
He bent over and tongued my nipples, his mouth engulfing the round pink bud as he flicked it.
“Oh my…” I tipped my head back, conscious of my words, and let the tingling zip across my chest, the rain peppering my face.
Lightning flashed high in the sky, illuminating the glowing eyes on his chest. A few moments later, thunder rumbled hard and long when he stopped, pulled my ankle from his shoulder, and flipped me onto my belly.
“You’re taking my cock like a good little slut.”
He pulled on my hips, sticking my ass into the air, then spanked me… hard. Biting ants marched across my flesh, leaving trails across his destruction, when another hard slap landed on the other side at the same time, lightning cracked across the sky.
“I’m going to fill your pretty little cunt with all my cum,” he growled. “Are you ready for me?”
He gripped my throat, pulling my back flush against his crimson-soaked chest, and squeezed.