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August 20 - August 26, 2021
I loved that dick. I craved that dick. Unfortunately, I just hated the prick attached to that dick.
That would be the dream, wouldn’t it? To be worthy of one being who just wants me and likes who I am,”
You and me, we’re not created for dreams. We’re created for nightmares, and we’re okay with that. We’re smart enough to know that dreams are sweet whispers of promises that never happen or come true. Nightmares are what people fear most, praying they never unfold into reality. You never forget a nightmare because they haunt you forever.”
“That’s where you are wrong. I am someone’s dream, and you’re my nightmare, Knox.”
He was a fire in my veins that burned without warning, driving my mind to a sizzling inferno that raged out of control. His mouth found mine, kissing me until breathing became irrelevant, and my need for him grew. My heartbeat echoed in my ears, mirroring thunder’s sound in an electrical storm with no pulse between strikes.
The monsters that live within each of you are the same, and I fear they created you to either lure Knox to his death or rule the Nine Realms at his side.”
“His mark isn’t just for claiming you, Aria. The mark on your shoulder, yes, that was a mark of ownership and a warning to others that you’re his and untouchable,” he said softly. “He didn’t just claim your flesh. He claimed your soul. The mark on your thigh, placed there by his blood magic, is deeply embedded into your soul, not even I can fully remove it.”
“Shut up, and fucking kiss me, asshole,” I laughed huskily, lifting my mouth to his again. He removed his elbow, crushing his lips against mine, kissing me until wickedly dark desire lit within me.
His tongue dueled with mine, demanding I cave to the need rushing through me. His hands tangled through my hair, devouring me like a starving beast that was denied food for far too long. Everything was tangled while we kissed. Our legs. Our tongues. Our thoughts. We were tangled together, the need to get closer, driving us past reason.
His mouth crushed against mine, claiming my lips in an earth-shattering kiss that caused everything around me to vanish but him and what he made me feel as he claimed ownership of my mouth.
When he opened his mouth to speak, I lost the fight, pulling him against mine. I ravished his lips, pushing my tongue past them the moment he allowed it. I moaned huskily against his lips as he returned the kiss. Lifting his hand to my neck, he tilted my face to permit better access as his tongue moved against mine.
He used one hand to pull my panties aside and slid two fingers into my body. I moaned loudly, rolling my hips against his hand as it slammed firmly against my sex, his fingers pumping into my body twice. Suddenly, he growled, withdrawing them, pushing his fingers into his mouth to suck them clean while I watched, my core throbbing, wanting release.
I crushed my mouth against his without warning or thought. I moaned against the softness of his lips, trembling with a need that rushed through me like a wildfire hitting a dry field in August.
His breath lingered against the back of my neck as his fingers entered my core, and I stifled the moan building in my lungs.
I watched as he shredded the dress I wore until it pooled at my feet in a tattered heap of fabric. His hands caressed my stomach, lifting to cup and gently squeeze my breasts as a gasp expelled from my lungs.
His ocean eyes held a storm of emotion in their angry depths, threatening to drown me. I walked to the bed when his hands released me, but he grabbed my neck with one hand, pulling me back as his mouth crushed against mine. His other hand cradled my chin, making it impossible to escape his soul-crushing lips. Knox didn’t just kiss. He devoured me like a delicacy he would never taste again. His tongue parted my lips, and he kissed me as if he might die if he didn’t. I moaned against his mouth, placing my hands against his chest.
His tongue slid from one end to the other, slowly lapping against my pussy until I was gasping and crying out as he used his tongue to fuck me.
“Did that just fucking happen? I mean, I saw it happen, but I’ve seen grown men scream like a bitch when a bone dislocates! Not Aria, she’s like oh, my bad, let me slide this bitch-ass bone back into place. Oh, and who the fuck needs ribs, anyway?” Lore snorted, pushing his hands through his hair.
“The hardest part of losing someone isn’t saying goodbye. It’s learning how to live without them.
His mouth slid over the erratic pulse in my throat, chuckling huskily. His teeth nipped the skin, and I moaned loudly, unable to stop the noise of need that escaped.
“You kiss anyone else like that, and I’ll fuck you on their corpse after I’ve ripped their spine out through their fucking throat, Aria Primrose.”
His kiss was devastating, causing my eyes to close against his assault against my senses. He wrapped his arms around me, lowering them to grab behind my thighs, lifting me against him.
I laughed soundlessly, gripping her nape before slamming my mouth against hers, kissing her hard enough to get my point across. Our teeth scraped against one another’s in our need to get closer, deeper into the other’s skin. We were like two storm fronts meeting and colliding against one another.
kissed her hard, so fucking hard that we both panted and gasped for air when I pulled away. My knuckles ran over her opening, and I made sure to bump her clit, watching her eyes widening while she lost the fight to me.
