Page 103 of The Harbinger
I shook my head, trying to find the words he needed to hear—thatIneeded to speak when stinging pain spread from the underside of my breast.
“Tell me, Mia, or the consequences...” His hand slapped my breast again, his fingers easing on my throat.
“No. I’m not on—”
“You don’t think I’d be so reckless?” He whispered in my ear, then bit down hard on my neck.
When had he…“The shot at the hospital?”
“Very good.” He kissed the aching bite. “Now tell me what I want to hear.”
He’d anticipated this moment from so long ago? He wanted me even then? My stomach warmed, and unearthly sensations skittered across my skin. “Yes, Sacha. Please.”
I’d begged for his touch, for him to sully my soul, all for the comfort of knowing what my future would behold.
“That’s my good, sweet girl,” he said low into my ear, his primal growl beast-like.
My stomach ignited in a flurry of butterflies, causing an eagerness to please him to course through my veins. If he’d say those little words to me, I’d melt beneath his touch and sell my soul for the dirt under my nails just to hear it again.
He released me and pushed between my shoulders, pressing my cheek against the hard, smooth stone beneath, my thighs shaking with anticipation. He pressed his slick bulbous head against my center and slammed home.
His length bumped into the end of me, sending fire-licking cramps across my abdomen. I cried out, and he rose above me, his thrusts never abating as he placed his feet on either side of my body and dove deeper.
“Give me your pain, Mia.”
Each stretching thrust hit deep inside of me, my neck bending sideways as my cheek rubbed into the altar.
I gasped as the pleasure grew and spread, blotting out the pain and focusing on the thick, full feel of his head rubbing against a sensitive spot inside me. The waves of bliss rolled through me, each time stronger than before, until soon that was all I could feel. My breathing quickened as I lost myself in the sensation, my body becoming alive with pleasure.
I’d given him my pain, let him offer it to his gods, and in return, he’d brought me so close to the cliff’s edge, my head spun. Stars burst against my vision, my breath held with zeal as I teetered over the edge, set for the fall.
“I’m so close.”
Sacha pumped harder, rain dripping down our bodies. He slid his hands over my hips and cupped my breasts, rubbing my nipples with his fingertips as he ground against me. “Come for us,milaya.” He purred Russian words in my ear, and I fell over the edge with a cry of ecstasy.
His hands dropped to my stomach, his tongue licked the line of my spine, then slammed deep inside of me before stilling and filling me with his cum.
Our heavy breaths filled the air as he whispered in my ear. “I’m going to put my mark on you.” He kissed my right shoulder. “Right here. So every time I take from you, it’ll remind me of your vow.”
My skin prickled with heat as I fell from the euphoric high, cold reality seeping into my bones. I’d let him debase me on an altar meant for the devil in the middle of the forest.
A chill raced across my rebellious flesh when his cock slipped out of me, followed by a dribble of liquid making its way to my knees.
Thunder cracked overhead, and I jerked in his arms, the trickle of rain down my chilled skin hardening my nipples.
“We should get you inside. Our meal should be ready.”
I crawled away from him, my stomach rumbling from the thought as pain leached through my knees. Deep grooves from the uneven surface left their mark, unmasking our debauchery.
Sacha donned his soaked pants suit, forgoing the shirt, as I worked to pull my now see-through white pants over my defiled body, a heavy awkwardness fogging the air. My jacket came next as he stepped forward, helping me pull it over my shoulders.
“Thank you,” I mumbled.
He nodded, his hand finding its place on my lower back, and walked me out of the protective circle.
One foot stepped over the threshold, and my world went dark, the lights from the lit torches vanished into the timorous air.
I wheezed with a slight startle.