Tears leaked from his eyes, and I swiped my tongue up his cheek, the salty taste of them mixing with the lingering taste of my own cum. I bit at every inch of him I could, his ear, his jaw. I couldn’t get enough. I’d never get enough.
Wilder carried on moaning like a whore, canting his hips back to chase his release. I’d gone past the point of no return, and my hips drove up into him with a ferociousness that was nothing more than pure brutality.
Wilder’s fingers dug deeper into my arm and the sting of his nails slicing my skin open tipped me over the edge. My orgasm punched from me with a force that robbed me of my breath and my hips stuttered, working against me until there was nothing left in me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Wilder moaned as he chased his own release.
I pulled out of him and manhandled him around until he was on his back on the floor, with his dick pointing skyward looking angry and swollen.
I swallowed it down and Wilder’s whole body contracted and jerked as his cock disappeared down my throat. He cried out as his release flooded my mouth, his hands twisting into the strands of my hair painfully.
I waited for him to finish and then crawled up the length of his body and grabbed his jaw, forcing it open before feeding him his own cum.
“Swallow, baby,” I said, my voice hoarse and throat scratchy.
Wilder did as he was told, too far out of it and disconnected to fight me.
“Good boy,” I hummed as I swiped a drop of cum away from the corner of his mouth.
His eyes were glassy and unfocused, and I chuckled at his contented little sigh. I stood up and lifted him into my arms, enjoying the way he nuzzled into my neck and buried his nose against my skin.
I dropped him back onto the bed and took a moment to stare at him. He looked debauched, defiled, and a stab of pride shook me because I did that. I made him look like a mess.
And he’d never looked sexier.
I cleaned him up and then tucked myself into the spot on the bed behind him, loving the way he fit against me. His fingers curled around my wrist and pulled my arm further up his chest, tucking it more securely against him. It wasn’t long before his chest was rising steadily and his soft snores filled the room.
I tucked my nose into the curls at the base of his neck and drifted off to sleep with the scent of him filling my lungs.
Wilder’s screams instantly pulled me from sleep. I was awake immediately and my attention was solely on the man trembling in my bed next to me. The sheets were twisted around his legs, and his skin was covered in sweat.
I tapped his cheek gently, trying to pull him from his darkness. “Baby, can you hear me?”
“No,” he whimpered. “No more. Please.”
“Wilder?”
He rolled onto his back, his arms as legs thrashing as if he were fighting someone. He was far too deep into the night terror for me to wake him.
I stroked my hand through his hair and made some sounds I hoped were soothing. “It’s okay, baby. You’re safe.”
Wilder let out an agonised cry that seemed to come from somewhere deep inside him.
“I’ve got you,” I hushed as I continued to stroke his hair. I kept saying it over and over until his pained cries turned to soft whimpers.
“I can’t,” he whispered. “I can’t do this anymore.”
He sounded so defeated and his body sagged against the bed. “It’s okay, you don’t have to.”
“Kill me,” he sobbed. “Just let me go.”
I froze. What the hell had happened to him? If this was his father, it was just one more thing to add to the list of reasons why I was going to kill that man. Nobody else was allowed to put that look of fear and pain onto Wilder’s face. Nobody but me.
Wilder’s breathing evened out and deepened as he rolled over and burrowed himself into my arms. I pulled him in close, something in me needing him as close as possible. I tangled my legs with his and pulled the covers back over us. His hair had curled a little where it had gotten damp and I pressed my nose to the top of his head. I’d never get tired of dragging his scent deep into my lungs and marking myself with him from the inside out.
My phone buzzed on the table next to me and I knew who it was without even looking. “Hello, Bishop. It’s a bit late for a chit chat.”
“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice full of sleep.