Dancing to the Sinner's Tunes | 18+

I ACHE FOR HIM - A SLAVE TO THE WHISPER OF HIS TOUCH

NYRA'S POV 

A week has passed since I have stayed in the devil's lair. It is like walking on eggshells near him, you never know when he is going to make your knees weak, your heart rate pound against your chest or make your breath shallow. I am sat in my usual corner of the apartment, staring at the empty clouds filled with nothing but grey. A few drops of rain scrape against the window and I look at the droplets racing against one another. 

I wish I could say I hate the rain but it is the only way I feel relief. I try to cry but I can't. I have cried so much during what you would call a 'childhood'. My father was the first man to hurt me and the first to show me how heartless one can be. He treated me exactly how the trafficked ones were. Averting my eyes away, I trace the scar behind my neck. I close my eyes and the flashback haunts me. 

"Papa, please I beg. I am sorry" I wailed and screamed as a man fists my hair and carries me to the basement. "PAPA!!! I am sorry." I repeat but I am pushed on the floor and the door to the basement opens but I cannot see anything but darkness. 

"Tsk tsk tsk, here I thought I raised you better than to be a fucking liar." He looks at me with nothing but a pure evil smile. I try to get up and plead to him but I am pushed down the stairs. The stone grazes against my already bruised arms and legs. I feel like I am barely alive. "You will stay here until you have learnt your lesson." The door slams shut and I feel the dark consume me as I sob violently. 

I want to apologise and tell him how I am scared of the dark. That I hate it down here and that I didn't lie. The back of my neck is sore and as I touch to inspect it, I feel blood and something small stuck in it. I try to pull it out but I cannot, the pain stings and lingers. I stuck a deep breath in and I pull hard on it. Blood drips and flows down my back and I try to pat it with my t shirt. My body is shaking and all I feel is pain. Excruciating pain. I cannot see but I can feel that it is a nail or some sort.

Caressing the nail as if it were a rosary, I prayed for this torturous way of living to end. I wished nothing but hell for my father. I made it my one goal to be the one who he would have to beg for mercy. 

I wished that I would bring fear to his eyes and I will. 

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Angelo and I slept in separate rooms, we rarely saw one another. Mainly because I refuse to let him get under my skin. To say my nights have been restless is an understatement. My skin burns and awakens at the thought of him. His whispers carelessly awakening the butterflies in the pit of my stomach. 

My breath trembles, shadow and erratic, my heart unable to stop its thumping as I imagine him  tucking my hair behind my ear. His breath ghosts against my neck, hot and deliberate and my skin erupts in chills. I feel his presence like a flame too close to paper.

His strong hands palm the curves of my hips and trace their way up my breasts. He turns me around but my eyes are closed, I don't want to fall for his innocent eyes and hypnotic looks. I hate it. I hate how is luring me into his abyss. He is the dark tide I swore I'd never wade into and yet, I'm drowning. 

I once had self control - rigid, absolute. Now I ache for him, a slave to the whisper of his touch. 

My fingers wandered, trembling, over the slope of my hip, chasing heat.. My legs clamped together,  I shouldn't touch myself over him. It is wrong. I have done several wrongs in my life but this felt like a sin. Yet, I indulged myself within it. Why? Because it was instinct. I shut my eyes, desperate to see his softness, hunger or maybe something more. 

My legs slightly parted enough so I could caress the throbbing area of my lower region. My thoughts blurred with the sounds of his voice. The tone. The accent. So vivid. Pulling the fabric to the side, I found myself gliding my wetness all over my clit. Teasing and caressing as slowly as I could to let this moment last. I inserted a finger and wanted more. I needed him. With my other hand, I played with my taut nipple. Pinching and pulling whilst my finger worked in and out of me. It wasn't enough. 

Inserting a second, I moaned and whimpered as I imagined Angelo stretching me. His body on top of mine, his rapid and uneven breaths syncing with mine as he thrusts in and out of me. I could feel his rough hands pinning my thigh further to pound into me deeper. His hair messy as my fingers fist at them. His kiss is rough yet his tongue laces delicately with mine. 

My back arches and I am making a mess. My fingers pump faster as I grow closer to ecstasy. I fist the pillow as I think about how his hot mouth would feel against my neck. The way he would mark me his, bite and nip at my neck. Lick and kiss his markings. My nails beg to rake down his muscular back, clawing my way down as I feel every thrust. I couldn't help but beg him to fuck me harder. 

"Angelo, please." I found myself moaning his name as I curled my fingers inside of me and cum. I came to his name. I feel like silk in his hands. I shut my eyes once more, this time to feel shame, confused and hollow. My chest heaved, the pleasure had already disappeared and bled into something else - something colder. 

Hello, mes amours, I am deeply sorry for such a LATE update. I am going to try update more regularly as I can! I have finished my exams for this year so hopefully I can spend more time writing for you all!!

Have a good morning or evening wherever you are around the world! 

Love Rose xx