Nocticadia

by Keri Lake

“Memento mori,” he read aloud, running his thumb over my tattoo, his soft caress stirring an irrepressible fire beneath my skin. “Remember you must die.”

“You damn near woke the dead with that scream.”

“Do you have any idea how fucking hard it is to lie next to you? It’s killing me.”

“I’ve been numb for as long as I can remember. You’re the first thing I’ve felt in years, Lilia. All I want to do is touch you.”

“This thing with you. It’s fucking me up.”

“You’re a sickness inside of me that begs never to be cured. Infecting me with this unshakable craving for things I shouldn’t want.”

I both hated and craved the addicting way he’d hooked himself into my veins and fed me with this unbridled and reckless desire. It went against everything I was. Everything I believed. And yet, it was everything.

On the outside was a smart and responsible young woman with a shit ton of potential, and yet, I yearned for the stupid girl who just needed a break. A moment of recklessness.

“We need to stop. Fuck, I can’t do this.”

“Tell me to stop, Lilia. I’m fucking begging you.”

“You’re going to destroy me. And I won’t stop you. It feels too fucking good to stop.”

“Every inch of you is something new to explore. A new texture. A new curve. Sensations I’ve been robbed of for so long.”

“Goddamn it, your skin is like fine silk. I could spend hours touching you and never tire of it.”

“Fuck me.”

“Why do you have to taste like a sweet forbidden fruit? Goddamn, you’re killing me, Lilia. I can’t do this. I can’t.”

“You’ve what? Tell me everything. Every detail. I want to hear what you do when you’re alone.”

“Do I fuck you with my fingers?”

“You…choke me a little. Not hard. Just enough to make me gasp.”

“Tell me, Little Moth. Have I ever eaten your pussy in these fantasies?”

“I want to do this with you.” “No. I’m not going to be your first anything.”

“Please, Devryck. I want this.”

“I’m not fucking you tonight. But I am going to dine on this obnoxiously wet pussy, and I’m going to enjoy every moment of knowing I’m the only man who’s ever tasted you.”

“And because I’m a selfish prick who has to live with the fact that I cannot have you to myself, I’m going to ruin you so that any boy who comes after me will leave you deeply unsatisfied, and you’ll be left fucking your own fingers, desperate to remember the time you had your professor’s face between your legs.”

“Devryck, I’m nervous.” “You should be. Your professor is about to eat your pussy, Lilia. There’s a whole host of reasons why that’s fucked up, but I’m too far gone to stop myself. At this point, there is nothing I want more than to feel that obscenely pink clit of yours against my tongue. And we will never do this again after tonight. Do you understand? This cannot happen again.”

“I need to come. I need to come so bad!”

“You’re a salacious little nymph, aren’t you? Turn over.”

“Ass in the air. Hands flat on the mattress.”

“I’ll bet your pussy is aching to be filled right now.”

“Yes. Please. It hurts. Oh, God, it hurts.”

“Did you think I’d feel sorry for you? That I’d be gentle? I feel this torture every fucking time you walk into a room.”

“I cannot properly express how much I’d love to shove my cock inside you right now.”

“Are you ready to come, Lilia?” “Please don’t tease me. I can’t stand it anymore.” “Don’t tease you? The way you tease me every goddamn day, with these short skirts and those pouty, fuckable lips? That obnoxious lipstick that I imagine smeared all over my cock.”

“I don’t give a damn about every other girl. There’s only one who crosses my mind a fuck-ton more than she should. So, I’m going to finish you, Lilia. I’m going to give you the release you’ve been craving, and I won’t touch you again. But this pussy belongs to me. You let any other undeserving prick near it, and I will cut out his tongue and send it to you in a specimen jar.”

I must’ve been sick, considering the rush of arousal that leaked down my ass as I took in his dirty and psychotic words.

LMAOOOO ME

“I knew you’d be fucking beautiful when you came, but I didn’t imagine you’d look like this.” “Like what?” He didn’t answer, but the carnal and possessive glint in his eyes, as his fingers dug into my skin, said everything. Mine.

“Lilia …” The strain in his voice told me a battle waged in his head. “I can’t do this.”

“Fuck, Lilia. You feel so fucking good.”

“That’s it. Take as much as you can. I need to fuck those pouty lips.”

“You’ll swallow my cum, yeah?”

“Good fucking girl,” he said in a ragged and strained voice.

“Show me those beautiful eyes,” he rasped,

“What are you doing to me?”

“What the fuck are you doing to me, Lilia?”

“Why did you come in here? Why do you insist on making it worse?” “Making it worse? Or making you want me as much as I want you?” “We already agreed. This was only one night.”

“Of course not, Professor. Your reputation is safe with me.” “It isn’t about that, Lilia. Stop being foolish and emotional. They’ll tear you apart to keep me here. Do you understand that? That is what I mean when I say my work is too important. They will make you look like an impoverished whore, to spare my good name.”

“I don’t care what this was to you. It was still worth it.”

A gentle hand ran over the top of my head, and he planted a kiss to my forehead.

“I don’t regret tonight.”

“You should probably hate me right now,” he said, his voice stained with remorse. “I probably should. But I don’t.”

“Here, I thought it was the moth who would succumb to the fire.”