I love the way that your heart breaks
with every injustice and deadly fate.
She’s utterly perfect, the perfect student. A low, satisfied sigh rumbles through his chest, his ravaged throat, as he rubs his cheek against her. Never, she says, demanding her release. “Never,” he growls in response. His fun hadn’t nearly begun. And hers hasn’t even started yet.
After what must have seemed an eternal moment, he peels himself from her back. Her seared skin sticks to his broken, scarred flesh, tearing away as he releases her from his grip. She might attempt to run, but he is prepared. With his superior weight, he crashes into her, shoving until she smashes into another tree. The weight and momentum is enough that her ribs would no doubt be quite bruised. Or possibly even broken. Especially if she had tried to run.
Breathing harshly into her skin, his fire licks at her, burning flesh and cauterizing wounds. It becomes a ritual then, to burn, to peel away the skin, to cauterize. His teeth leave marks on nearly every inch of her, his heavy feet striking, catching the thinly veiled bone of her legs. He loses track of time as he torments her, attempting to break her. Attempting to teach her.
She is resilient, less amenable to his teaching, but taking his abuse with wonderful durability. Just as time escapes him, so does the number of times her pain (and his pain) brings him to that unearthly high. He loses count too of the times her fucks her, overcome by the urgent need to release his pent up energy. To stake his claim in every way imaginable. She would never forget him. Never forget his fire. Never forget the exquisite pleasure of pain.
And he uses his fire, experimenting in new highs. In the ways it might be used to mark her as his. To expand her learning. To expand her understanding. Every bit of her that he touches, he burns. Inside and out, branding her. Until she is nearly unrecognizable.
Until she collapses beneath him.
Raelynx