That Sik Luv

Aero

I can’t stop.

I’m staring at my little doll lying here beside me, sleeping so peacefully.

Her black lashes tickle the tops of her soft cheeks, her rosy lips sit like a little heart on her face, perfectly sensual and lucious, and her beautiful, silky black hair lay thick and sprawled above her head. Her chest rises and falls in steady, slow breaths.

My cock urges me to wake her up. To interrupt whatever dream she’s in, awakening her to a better one. But a different part of me can’t bear the thought of disrupting something so peaceful. So pure.

I’d love nothing more than to suck those perfectly pink, fleshy nipples that press against my white oversized shirt covering her body, into my mouth, to spread those milky thighs and lap up my favorite source of hydration. Fuck, I could drink her in for days.

But she twitches her nose then nuzzles her head against my side, curling up into me, and my heart constricts while my body stiffens.

She does this in her sleep. Curls her body into mine, almost seeking it for comfort and warmth. It’s weird to think someone can be so fucking sexy while simultaneously looking cute. My face contorts at the idea. Her fist curls against her chest, her slim little fingers resting gently together. She’s as innocent as a baby rabbit in the woods, but wake her up, and guaranteed she’ll show you her fucking teeth.

She’s come so far for me, really coming into her own in my presence. But her words from earlier resonate; the longing to touch, to memorize every inch of my flesh against hers.

I’ve never wanted to change for anyone. The idea literally enraged me. I’d become who I was for a reason. I controlled my world and my surroundings now, not believing anything other than the truths I’d seen materialize before me. I had to. Losing the control I’d felt as a boy was a horror I’d never wished to revisit.

But with Briony, losing control doesn’t cost me my livelihood. It strengthens me because somehow she’s figured out how to empower me. She’s proven she won’t let me fall alone. She builds me up, just as I’ve done with her all along, accepting the broken man any way she can get me.

A form of the word love she talks about that I’ve never known. Selfless love.

She doesn’t do it to derive anything from me. This isn’t a transaction from which she gains anything from me. She sticks by my side because, for some strange reason, she chooses to. Briony gravitates towards the person I am with no conditions. Without equivocation. It’s an emotion I’ve never felt or known, and it takes some getting used to.

My fingers graze hers, and an idea comes over me. I lay my head back against the pillow, gazing up at the ceiling. Inhaling, I breathe in the scent of fresh apples from the top of her head, the shampoo I washed throughout her silky locks last night. Taking her hand, I hover it over my chest. With a clenched jaw, I trail her relaxed palm and loose fingers across my scarred and tatted flesh, exhaling slowly. From the mounds of my chest, down into the divot of the line of my abdomen, I move her hand by the wrist, adjusting to the gentle feel of her touch on me.

Breathing through the initial discomfort, I inhale her aroma again, and it calms me. I’m in control.

I continue this for a few minutes, just her fingers drawing soft circles across my skin as I guide her hand by the wrist. Finding myself enjoying the sensation, my heart calms and my breaths steady as lazy fingers trail up and down my abdomen. I lick my lips, tingling sensations forming below the sheets as my cock comes alive.

Visions of placing her soft palm on my growing erection overtake me as I trail her hand lower and lower. Her fingertips brush against the straining bulge sitting beneath the thin white fabric, and my abdominal muscles tighten as I breathe through flared nostrils.

Her head shifts next to me, and a soft hum leaves her throat. Feathery lashes blink against her upper cheeks before her head tips up and a lazy grin finds me.

A tightness forms in my chest at the simple smile. Her blue eyes, framed in thick, black lashes, focus on me before they look down at the place where my hand holds her wrist. Her brows knit as she peers back up at me.

“I was trying something.”

A soft look of understanding finds me.

“Well, by all means,” she whispers, smiling down at her wrist in my hand, cuddling her cheek back against me. “Continue.”

I readjust one hand behind my head, her head laying back on my bicep as I continue trailing her fingers over the muscles of my chest and abdomen again. She sighs, relaxing against me as I control her touch. Her fingers cross over a large scar near my lower abdomen, and I see her eyes focus on it.

“What’s that one from?” she asks hesitantly.

I trail her fingers along it. “One of the women who worked at Nox’s club ended up getting pregnant by a regular. An investment banker with a wife and family of his own, he’d clearly been neglecting. Once he found out about the pregnancy, he’d requested that she abort the baby immediately. She refused. So he found her in the alleyway after work, beat her into a coma, causing her permanent brain damage, and ultimately losing the baby in the process. Everything he wanted.”

Briony sucks in a careful breath at the severity of the story; her hand still relaxed as I move it back and forth over the lengthy scar.

“He came back only a week later, wanting a new girl to fill his appetite. Nox was ready for his return, sure to have him ushered into a private room, where I could handle business for him.”

She swallows, knowing exactly what that means.

“I wasn’t anticipating much of a fight, but the banker had a switchblade hidden on him. Caught me in the abdomen before I could finish him.”

She’s silent for a moment, lost in her thoughts, and I worry I’ve said too much. I trail her fingers down my abdomen, guiding her hand towards my hip bones. The evidence of how her touch is affecting me has never been more present beneath the simple cotton sheet covering me.

“D-do you want children?”

I turn my head to look down at her as her nervous eyes search mine, not expecting the question after the nature of the story I told.

“I mean, I just…” she stutters, licking her lips. “I just wondered if…”

Her nervousness brings a smile to my face.

“You’re worried you already are?” I ask with a knowing smirk.

Her eyes wrinkle in the corners, a look of seriousness overtaking her. She shakes her head no, and I don’t understand it at all.

My brows lower, my confusion quickly turning to rage. Did they do something to her?

“Why aren’t you worried? I’ve done everything that could get a woman very pregnant. Why are you so sure you aren’t?”

She swallows. “I’m on birth control.”

I still her hand on my stomach, sitting up on my elbow to peer down at her with my mouth open in confusion.

“How? They don’t allow—”

“Call it intuition,” she says. “Call it whatever you want. But some part of me, deep down, told me to do it. That if I didn’t…” She pauses. “Anyone could try to take away everything I’d worked so hard for. To be the first female Magnus Princeps…I just knew it came with conditions.”

She worried someone would try to impregnate her with the mission to dismantle the power she was harnessing. My blood boils at the idea of my girl even being forced to have these thoughts.

“I went to a women’s clinic a town over, where no one knew me, and got set up with a prescription for my own protection.”

“But it’s considered intrinsically evil to the church, meddling in Christ’s will—”

“Guess I made my own rules,” she interrupts, cocking a brow with all the confidence in the world.

A proud grin grows across my face.

There she is again.

The woman of power and strength that needed the time and attention to bloom. She’d always had a backbone in there, ready to defy what they told her was morally wrong. She’d discovered her own moral compass, her own ethics she’d chosen to live by. Laid her own path, even before realizing her worth. Briony made the choice to get on birth control because some part of her subconscious knew these men had the potential to be disgustingly ruthless when trying to keep their kingdom to themselves.

“But that changes now.” My smile drops.

I pat her body beneath the shirt, under her arms, her flat, toned stomach, then between her legs where she snaps her thighs together tightly. She bites her bottom lip, holding back a smile as she squirms beneath me, her breasts bouncing beneath the thin cotton. “Aero, stop!” she exclaims, her hand coming up to grip my wrist.

I roll my wrist out of her grasp, pinning her upper arms down against the bed.

“You better tell me where you’re hiding it.”

She giggles, all cute and shit, smiling up at me with amusement, her brows lifted defiantly.

“Don’t think for a minute I’m not serious, Briony.” I reach over, grabbing a knife from the nightstand, flipping the blade up before her face. “I’ll cut it from your flesh if I have to.”

She gawks at me, and her lips part at the threat.

“Before you slice me to shreds, it’s not an implant. It’s just pills. Pills I’ve just recently run out of.”

Of course she’s run out. I didn’t find any pills anywhere in her place when I searched her room. I’ve never seen them there before. It appears my girl is better at keeping secrets than I thought.

It makes sense why she didn’t deny me filling her with my cum. She was never truly worried about getting pregnant. But the look on her face insinuates that now, the possibility is there.

A strange, innate desire to feed her my cum, ensuring to mark her as my own with swollen tits and an engorged belly, floods my mind. I want her to carry my child. Our child. I want us to rewrite our history together.

But she’s still so young. Eighteen to my twenty-nine. I often forget the details when her mental capacity far surpasses someone who’s only just become an adult. She’s got more life to live on her own, and I’d never want to burden her when she’s exhibited so much strength already, stretching those newly bloomed petals alongside me. I can’t be like them. Imprisoning her in new chains for my own pleasure.

I toss the blade on the nightstand with a loud clang, then roll back over onto my back in a flurry of confusion and twisted thoughts.

“We’ll get you back on it,” I say, grabbing her wrist again and placing her hand across my abdomen, slowly repeating the process of her hands on my skin. She lays on her side, a blank expression on her face as she attempts to read me. “Whatever you want to do.”

It’s unlike me to even give her a choice in the matter. In another world, I’d have already stuck my dick in her and released deep inside her womb, ensuring conception while having this conversation. But, here I am…weakening to meet her softness. To be someone she needs.

Maybe I’m evolving.

Comfortable silence fills the space between us, and I begin to find genuine comfort in her touch. She doesn’t push me either, attempting to reach for more or touch what she wants. She simply lays back and allows me to move her hand, guiding it in soft circles again, enjoying the experience as much as me.

“It’s strange to even talk about kids and children when I come from a place of such emptiness,” she whispers up to the ceiling alongside me. “I want to know where I come from, Aero. There’s such a part of me that feels lost now. Not knowing where I belong. I just wish I knew.”

I close my eyes and guilt wracks through me. I’m selfishly withholding so much from her.

“You belong with me. Just as you always have,” I say definitively.

She sighs again, nuzzling into my side. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re right.” She gives me a soft little smile, her eyes twinkling with some strange glow, accepting the answer. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

My heart does that tightening thing again. That ache deep within my chest that only she can cause, even amid my betrayal.

Worry fills me at the thought of losing everything I’ve found with her. If she were to run from me, I’d be forced to imprison her in a world of Aero. She doesn’t get to leave me. I’d end up causing her to hate me by taking away the one part of her I love. Her wild, untamed freedom from the constraints of the world around her.

But I need to protect her. Briony’s wants and needs will have to wait until the plans I have for revenge are set in motion. I can’t bear the thought of her losing sight of the raw vengeance within her, emotions aside.

With her wrist still in my grip, I pull her roughly until she’s straddling me with nothing between us. She squeals, then rests both palms on the sides of my head, centering herself. The warmth of her bare pussy settles on my shaft and my cock warms. Her full breasts sway above me, the pink, sensitive flesh just begging for teeth to sink into it. Her face, radiating every possible meaning of beauty, is surrounded by her black silky hair shining in the leaking light of the sunrise through the draped windows.

My fallen angel.

She rolls her hips, grinding down on me as her slippery wetness spreads across the length of my shaft. A low growl escapes me as my hands grip the flare of her hips. She sits back, putting all her weight on the steel cock beneath her, resting her hands on my chest. I stiffen for a second, then blow out a breath, my heavy-lidded eyes finding hers.

“I won’t hurt you,” she whispers, her fingers moving ever so slightly down my pecs. Her fingertips brush over my nipples and my cock twitches in excitement.

“I wish you would,” I retort beneath my breath.

She grips my jaw roughly at the sentiment and spits down into my open mouth. Too shocked by the sudden act to retort, she slaps me with an opened palm to my face, sending my neck snapping to the side, before leaning forward, gripping my jaw back towards her and biting down on my lower lip. My fingers claw into the flesh of her hips at the welcomed pain, and I thrust up into her before she pulls back from my lips with a smirk.

“We’ll find a middle.”

Like a madman, a feral lust becomes unleashed, and I strip the remaining blanket off of us. Rolling us over, I toss her like a Rag Doll to her stomach, pulling her hips up so her ass is angled in the air before me. With a rough hand, I pin her neck to the mattress beneath us and lean over the curvature of her toned figure.

“Making deals with the devil is a dangerous business, darling.”

She shakes her flared hips against my groin, taunting me, my erect cock dancing between the crack of her ass as she does, my balls tickling those wet and sopping lips backing up against me. My jaw tightens, attempting to reign in the overwhelming urge to stuff this cock in her tight little virgin ass just to teach her a lesson.

“I’ll take my chances,” she says breathlessly, the tone of her voice feminine yet defiant.

My little fucking brat. I think she forgets who she’s dealing with. At my core, I’m still a ruthless savage.

I release her neck, sliding my palm down her beautifully arched spine before gripping her ass with a firm grasp, bending down to lick the length of her sweet, soft clit and pussy. I glide a heavy, flat tongue along her clit, over her aching hole, all the way up to her ass. She wiggles in my grasp, clearly feeling discomfort at the newfound sensation. Smacking the side of her thigh, she tenses as I tease, then plunge my tongue into her forbidden entrance.

“Fuck,” she cries out, attempting to get out of my grasp, but I grip her hips, forcing her back onto my tongue.

Briony rarely curses, so when I hear her innocent lips mutter the word fuck with my tongue in her ass, it’s a recipe for disaster. I lean back up, my pulse spiking in anticipation as a bead of cum drips from the tip of my cock, needing to dirty her with a pleasure we’ve both yet to discover. I slap the white porcelain skin of her ass with a rough hand, loving the bounce her flesh gives me, thirsty for the reddened marks, ultimately causing her to moan against the blanket between her white-knuckled hold.

I wasn’t lying when I told her I’d own every part of her. I’ve been dreaming of this day since following her around in those plaid little skirts to and from the Academy. The day I defile my little doll.

“Aero,” she says breathlessly, worry laced in her tone. “Promise you’ll…promise you won’t…”

Spitting down onto her, I coat her hole before laughing to myself. “Bite down on that blanket, baby,” I whisper in a cracked tone. A tone that shows my control is breaking.

“Promise I won’t hold back.”