That Sik Luv
: Chapter 44

Briony

“Tell me,” I mutter, dropping my towel from my body, the beads of water still clinging to my damp skin.

I slide my back down the wall until my ass meets the heels of my bare feet. Pulling the towel from his waist, it drops to the floor as he braces himself with his palms against the wall.

“Briony,” he says breathlessly, apprehension in his tone.

“Tell me what he took so I can take it back,” I whisper, my breath dusting his inner thigh before my tongue comes out to lick the freshly cleaned skin.

A raspy groan barely leaves his throat before he swallows, adjusting on his heels.

His cock grows in length as heated eyes peer down at me. Anger penetrates through his gaze, and I know that what I’m about to do may be dangerous. However, I’ve grown accustomed to living in danger since knowing Aero.

Careful fingers slide up the fronts of his parted thighs, brushing over the thick cords of muscle as he braces in his stance.

“I want it all. I want it all back, Aero,” I say, my hands inching closer to his manhood. “All of you. You’re mine now, don’t you see?”

My fingers meet the base of his cock, and they slowly wrap around his hard length. He grinds his teeth, looking down through the hanging inky hair on his forehead as his hips thrust forward into the touch. With one hand, I slowly rotate my wrist, massaging his length, the other hand bracing myself on his lower abdomen that’s tense and flexed with a light dusting of dark hair that screams the essence of male.

His hand comes out of nowhere and grips my wrist roughly, holding me still against him, and I gasp. My lashes flutter as I peer up at him. The muscles in his neck are rigid, his dark eyes glaring at me before he loosens his grip, taking a deep breath while dropping my wrist entirely.

Leaning forward again, I softly kiss his hip before licking the area, my tentative gaze still on his. The gentle touches and kisses are difficult for him to accept. He craves the feeling of my teeth sinking into his flesh, aches for my nails to scratch across the surface, for me to stroke him hard and fast, but I don’t.

“Bri—“ he warns, looking down at my palm softly wrapped around him, planting open-mouthed kisses along the large veins on his lower abdomen, pulling all the blood from his body to his engorged cock.

He watches me cautiously as I slowly rise to my feet, leaving a trail of kisses along his heaving abdomen and chest. I swirl my tongue along his nipple as his cock leaks a bead of cum onto my thumb. He grinds his back teeth together, breathing heavily through his nostrils because he hates the feeling of enjoying something he’s worked to fight his entire life.

“Look at me,” I declare.

He draws his eyes back to mine. There’s panic there beneath the surface of the wall he holds up. A look of feral, torturous anger from a past of abuse meant to break him. Another face in my place.

“It’s me. Just me. Me and you,” I continue, softly rolling my palm along his velvety skin roped with angry veins, as I litter his scarred chest with gentle kisses. “You and I. Just us. Aero and his Briony.”

His pulse pounds through his neck as I continue to place soft kisses along his inked throat, rolling my hand down his shaft to the pierced head. My thumb trails along the head, fingers circling the crown, flicking the piercing I’ve come to obsess over as his mouth drops open and his hands plant themselves on the wall behind me again.

“Heal me, for I am healed; save me and I will be saved, for you are the one I praise.” I recite, my lips inches from his.

“Fuck.” His voice breaks as I work to rewrite his past.

He groans, his forehead resting down against my own as his uncontrolled breaths meet mine. My hand slides up his shaft, further still, until I cup his tight and heavy balls in my hand. Rolling them gently between my fingers, I slide my hand further until they sit comfortably in my palm. His lips blow out a breath of air, his eyes staying trained on mine. My middle fingers wander further, pressing softly against the velvety skin behind them. His eyes close tightly. A sharp, pleasured groan leaves his throat as his cock jumps at the foreign touch, one that pushes the boundaries of exploring more, and another drop of cum leaks from the tip as he shifts on his feet.

I see his eyes cloud over as he’s practically panting before me, visions of the past slowly caving in on the present as he derives pleasure from something that broke him. I need him to stay here. With me.

“Aero—“

His hand grips my neck, pushing my back against the wall with a rough thud as his lip curls and his heated gaze sears through me. My breasts heave in terror and my body threatens to fall limp to his frightening stature. This isn’t the boy who’s seen trauma, this is the living, breathing man capable of ending lives for as little as a gaze in the wrong direction. One whose vengeance pumps hot through his veins. I’ve pushed him too far. Too soon.

The veins in his neck flare, tension held tight in his rigid form, before he blinks, blowing air through his lips. His eyes scan me entirely, tracing the silhouette of my build before falling back to my terror-filled gaze again, seemingly coming out of whatever trance he was in.

He stares down at me as I lift my chin, staring back in a silence that feels like a moment stretched in time. I’m the one he can trust. I’m the one meant to understand this man. To heal him, just as he’s saved me.

Without warning, his lips come crashing down upon mine, his warm tongue sweeping into my mouth and connecting with mine in a slow, sensual lick. I moan, and his fingers tighten around my neck at the same time my grip tightens on his cock.

Pulling his lips away from me, he says, “You deserve better than the mess they made of me.”

He kisses me again, as if discovering he genuinely likes the feel of our lips together.

“But you’ll never replace out, little doll, because I’m never letting you go.”

This should terrify me. It should cause me to run and jump into the arms of a man that can uphold the societal norms of love and relationships. But I know I’m far from normal. I have to be if these very words make my heart flutter the way they so inherently do. I want a man who selflessly gives every part of himself towards ensuring my life is everything it should be, just as Aero does. His devotion and faith in who I’m meant to be mean far more than any fake relationship I’ve already lived.

“I don’t think I’ll ever want anything less than the man that you are,” I speak my words honestly, from the place deep in my soul that he so often speaks to. “We’re of the same matter, you and I. We’re violently ripped from the same dirtied cloth.”

He winces, his eyes conveying the love he doesn’t know how to express. He leans down and kisses me again, gripping my hips as he pulls my body into his, before spinning us and walking me backwards towards the bed.

“I will never be able to love you the way you desire,” he whispers, unveiling a broken man in his deep, pained tone.

He’s feeling unworthy again. Undeserving of a selfless love he’s never seen in a world that stopped at nothing to eat him alive.

“Whatever way you love is the way I desire,” I reassure him as his soft, full lips connect with mine again.

We’ll replace a middle ground. A place we can both flourish and prosper. I don’t expect a simplistic love with Aero. It will never be normal, just as it shouldn’t. It’s complicated. It’s an abstract piece that’s painted with harsh strokes of pain, jarring splashes of deception, and obscene colors that scream in the face of injustice.

I shouldn’t need to change him, and honestly, I don’t want to. But what I desire more than anything is an alignment of souls set in our own unbreakable bond.

His hand wraps around the back of my neck, his long fingers sliding up into the freshly washed hair at my nape as I continue, “We defy the definitions that encase us. Defy traditions. Defy the rules set by a dying oligarchy. We create a world that we don’t just survive, but a world in which we thrive the way we so violently desire.”

He absorbs every word with astonishment as he continues to guide me backwards towards the bed. His lips forcefully replace mine again, pressing roughly against my teeth before our tongues intertwine as he wraps an arm around my lower back, picking me up and pulling me to the middle of the massive bed behind us. My nipples tighten as his firm chest brushes against mine before he pulls back to stare down at me again.

“You shine on your throne, Briony,” he says, bracing himself above me and shaking his head in disbelief while studying my eyes like I’m the most treasured queen that’s ever ruled. “I’ll defend you endlessly. Until there’s nothing left of the world we burn. My dying day.”

His palm captures my cheek, thumb running along my bottom lip in a gentle caress I’d be far too nervous to use on him.

“I’ve never been more determined to destroy the house of ruin that made us,” I whisper, bringing a hand up to touch the deep slash of a scar across his arresting gaze. He allows the touch, seeming more relaxed than ever before, as he settles himself between my thighs. “Bringing every man who hurt my only one to their knees before you, where they belong.” I say with fire beneath my tone. A rage for his past that’s now seeped into my blood, pulsing through my veins with every maddening beat.

His mouth falls upon me, his soft lips capturing mine in an animalistic display of affection. His tongue sweeps along mine, the sensation shooting electric waves of desire to the wetness pooling between my thighs.

Almost knowing exactly how he controls my body in his presence, his fingers trail the inside of my thigh, scaling higher and higher until he’s touching me exactly where I crave. Slowly, they slide along my slit, smearing my arousal until they slip inside me. My back arches off the bed, his mouth capturing my moans, swallowing the pleasure as it leaves my body, his tongue tasting everything mine has to offer while his thumb rubs soft circles against my swollen and aching clit.

Removing his fingers, he brings them before his face, the sticky evidence of my arousal coating them as he separates them. He drags them over his lips before slowly spreading the wetness over his chiseled jaw and down the side of his neck.

“Clean yourself off me,” he demands, leaning over me.

I fist the hair at the top of his head, pulling tightly to the side, to his approval, as I lick my arousal from his neck. He groans my name and flexes his hips into me, the shaft of his steel rod gliding along my wet center as he rolls his hips rhythmically into mine. Licking his jaw, I finally make my way to his lips. I lick my scent from him before my head falls back against the bed.

Pulling his arm up to my mouth, I replace the deep wound from the scissors. His attempt to convey his sick love for me in the only way he can. I bring the bloody forearm to my lips while his dilated pupils focus on my mouth. Placing a few soft kisses against the torn flesh that’s still dripping blood, I coat my lips in it, my eyes connecting to his as I lick the entire length of the cut with a flat tongue.

His blood covers my lips and I trail the wound down my chin until his blood is now coating my neck and chest. Passion and insatiable lust ignite within his gaze as he stares at his doll, dirtied just for him.

His abdomen flexes as his cock jumps again, eyes blazing through to my soul as I converse with him in our own language. Healing my harm.

With a fever of uncontrolled lust, he braces himself above me and angles his cock, rolling the piercing along my clit until he replaces his entrance. The one he alone owns. He closes his eyes briefly, separating the direct contact to slide himself deep within me.

“Ah, Aero,” I hiss, wincing as my nails tear into his biceps at the burning sensation. “I’m sore.”

“Fuck.” His eyes snap open as he stills inside me, a regretful look filling the hard face of a man who rarely feels regret. “I’m sorry, baby.”

He bends down, bracing himself on his elbows, his face directly above mine before he nuzzles into my neck, licking up the side softly. I adjust to his size, breathing through the slight sting of pain before he slowly begins moving again.

“You’re the only glimpse of heaven I’ll ever see,” he murmurs, rocking into me. “The only redemption I’ll ever need.”

My heart pinches in my chest at his words.

His hands interlock at the top of my head, anchoring me in place as his hips thrust harder and harder. My moans fill the surrounding room, my legs wrapping around the backs of his thighs, all while the sexiest, raspy groans escape him. He’s trying so hard to control himself. It’s evident in the way he stills every so often to catch his breath, as those same regretful eyes replace mine, checking to ensure I’m alright.

He’s softening. He’s trying to be better for me. How he thinks I’d prefer him after I whined and pushed to touch him. This time last week he would’ve told me to shut the fuck up and take it. To stop being a weak bitch and embrace the pain that tells us we’re alive.

My hands grip his muscular ass, clawing my fingers into him, driving his cock deeper and deeper with every powerful thrust he gives me, allowing him to replace his release the way he truly needs. Rough. Uninhibited. Wild. Fisting the hair at my crown, he pulls tightly until my head tips back, opening up my neck.

“Everything I am.” He thrusts deeply, murmuring his words against my neck.

I feel the sting of his teeth sinking into my shoulder as he bites down, holding me hostage to his release. I lie there, defenseless against the pleasure, legs spread open for him, as he gives himself over to me entirely. Feeling his cock pulsing into me as his hips roll against mine in short, shuddering motions, the sounds of his climax send me into my own. I tighten around him as the sensation hits me like a storm, tossing me into a flurry of cataclysmic and wondrous euphoria, lighting me throughout my body as ungodly sounds escape me.

He remains buried deep inside me, our chests sealed together as we control our breaths, silently just staring at one another in absolute wonder.

I don’t care how we got here. I don’t even care that my life is still in complete disarray. The very church I once wished to be a staple in wants me dead. I’m an orphan with no known parents, no known siblings, no known life outside the man seated deep within my walls. The one who’s slithering his way into the tight confines of my heart, controlling its every beat. The man that’s witnessed my self-surrender to a life of deception, and sunken into the mystic depths of my newly awakened soul.