Gods & Monsters(53)

And something happens. Something weird and paranormal, and we break our kiss and turn our gazes to look to the side at the same time. How could I have forgotten the mirror? It’s giant and tall, like the one in our room.

Oh God, but we look like a mess. Our skin is slick with sweat, stuck together, our limbs sliding along each other. I’m splotchy all over, flushed but somehow pale too. Abel’s dark and massive, like a cloud, his muscles bunched up and tight.

“Do you see it, Pixie?” Abel whispers.

“You and me.”

“Yeah.”

His eyes smile for a second, but then they turn mean and so do his thrusts. They become sharp and I want to squeeze my eyes shut but I keep watching, moaning in pain. I stare at my blue, foggy eyes. A mixture of pleasure and pain and lust.

Abel licks the side of my neck. “Do you know what that is?”

“W-what?”

“That’s love.”

He eases off with his punishing strokes and I watch my frown disappear and my eyes turn all dewy. But in the next second, Abel grunts with the force of his thrust and my frown comes back. My eyes cloud with the discomfort.

“That’s what love looks like. A little pain and a little pleasure,” he rumbles. “You wanna see what our love looks like, baby?”

My eyes water and I nod.

His entire body vibrates as he stabs his cock in, slapping his flesh against mine. He’s taking out years of pent-up frustration on me, making it hurt. It’s like the first few seconds after he broke through. I cry out and claw at his shoulder. But he doesn’t let up. No, he keeps plowing in, fucking into me with all the force in his body, in the world.

Why is that so arousing? Pain shouldn’t feel good. But with us — with him — it does.

It’s a rhythm that punishes and takes, and then he drops down on my body again and captures my mouth in a kiss. His kiss is just as fierce as his strokes, but it soothes the burn. Slowly, my channel melts and gushes and all I can feel is pleasure. The pinching sensation is only that: a side effect of the brutal, glorious love-making.

“Open your eyes,” Abel breathes. “Look at us.” When my eyes find his in the mirror, he tells me, “That’s our love. It’s so huge, so big you can’t contain it. It’s all-consuming. It fucking hurts to love this much but you want that hurt to crawl in. Because the love feels so good. You and me, we’ve got no choice but to ache, Pixie.”

He’s right.

That’s our love. Pain and pleasure and no free will. It’s the most magical thing in the world.

So he hurts me with his dick, over and over, and I cling onto the mountains of his shoulders, rubbing my breasts onto the valleys of his chest. Abel takes my mouth in a needy, fierce kiss and I return the favor. I kiss the life out of him, like he kisses the life out of me. I kiss him and kiss him until I feel the dam burst open and I dive into a big, giant orgasm. This time, a light flashes into my body. I feel it. I feel a burst of white light traveling through every atom, every molecule and I almost pass out with the pleasure, pass out with love.

Our kind of love. A love that is the stuff of legend. A love that people will write stories about years after we’re gone.

A love for which I left everything.

When I open my eyes, I see Abel jerking off his dick and spilling over my trembling stomach. Both his fingers and his shaft are wet and sticky with our cream and my blood. When he’s done, he collapses over me, tired and exhausted.

Relieved.

He’s relieved. His breaths are hard but somehow easier too. His body is languid, his muscles eased. He is secure in the knowledge that he has me. He has all of me. He’s been waiting for this moment for years.

Smiling, I hug him tighter. I have him, too. I’ve never known a peace like this. I’ve never known such happiness.

Abel has always made me feel safe but this is different. This is something big, cosmic. It’s probably written on my skin now, that I’m cherished. That I’m a woman who completely and utterly belongs to a man. And at the same time, it’s as small as a secret. Something only I can feel.

It’s weird but I love it. I love him.

“I love you,” I whisper.

He tenses over me, stiffens. Like I sort of sucked all the relaxation out of his system by talking. Damn it. Maybe I should’ve given him more time to recover. My hand automatically goes to his back and rubs in circles.

Abel lifts himself off and runs his eyes all over me, my face, my neck, my chest, even my stomach. His gaze is frantic, his forehead bunched up in a frown. “Did I… Are you okay?”

“Yes. More than okay.” I smile at him, rubbing his stiff shoulders.

His eyes are filled with regret and shame as he looks into mine. “I-I didn’t think. I didn’t mean to hurt you like that. It’s just… Jesus fucking Christ, it was so good and I get so crazy sometimes. I lose all control when I’m with you. I forget the difference between right and wrong. All I know is that…” He swallows, his words getting caught up in his throat. “All I know is that I need you. I need you close to me, closer then physically possible. I —”

I put a finger on his lips. “It’s okay. I know. I feel the same. You didn’t hurt me, Abel. It didn’t hurt. You loved me. The only way you know how and I love that. I crave that.”

He kisses the pad of my finger, thumbing my cheek. “I swear I had better plans than fucking you on some stranger’s couch.”