In Lines Of Love ~ Kimchay

61. Kitten ( 18+ )

"I don’t even have to use my powers on you Anawin," Damon sneered with velvety tone while his raven eyes glowing with manic glee as he thrust lazily inside the gaping, sore hole beneath him. "Breaking so easily? Little Light?… to be honest it’s really pathetic, Huh"

Anawin could barely respond his body trembling with overstimulation because his hole was too raw and loose to resist anything now. His flushed cock, untouched for hours, rubbed weakly against the soaked mattress.

The friction was too much, too little, too far for another release, nothing was left to spill out anynore only clwar liquid most probably his pee. Head spun with vision clouded, and every breath came out as a choked moan or a whispered cry.

Stop… stop… his mind screamed. He shouldn't have done that he knew But why does it feel like drowning in something he begged for?

"I CaAh—hahh ntt… Da… Damon—ghnngh—" he whimpered, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes, mixing with sweat and saliva.

Damon leaned in, lips brushing his ear. "Is this what all humans are like? You get all… light. Soft. All cat-like when you're fucked dumb" he laughed mockingly "That’s the word, right? Like the animal you told me about? You even hissed when I pinned you the first time on the cold road"

He dragged his tongue slowly along Anawin’s ear, then bit down not hard, but enough to leave him gasping. "Cute"

"Actually," Damon whispered, leaving hickeys on Anawin's marked-up back like curses, "I’m starting to enjoy this more than I should"

The bruises stood out like war medals, skin flushed and burning.
Sight to behold, sprawled on his back, presenting himself to Damon.
He loved how Anawin skin glazed in sweat, lips trembling, gasping his name like it meant something. He remembered the way Anawin fought earlier. Like a damn wildcat. Claws or not, the fight in him was real. Damon couldn’t help but admire it, even if it stung that Anawin had fought him at all.

Why did you run, Anawin? Damon’s inner voice hissed. Why did you try to burn the story? His Anawin had tried to destroy the script by burning it in the middle of night. His story. Their only chance at forever. Why are you like Finn? Why did you fight me like I am some Demon? Why do you keep choosing pain when I offer you forever?

"I gave you everything" Damon muttered darkly, nails digging into Anawin’s hips as his thrusts began to deepen again much angrily bruising. "And you tried to erase me?"

He didn’t want to kill Anawin. Not yet.

He looked too much like the kitten Anawin once showed him on that strange little device...what did humans call it? A phone. Such Facinating thing he must say. But that kitten had big soft eyes and Black fur. Just like Anawin’s lashes, thick and fluttering, soaked with tears.

If this were my world, Damon thought bitterly, I’d flay you open until your oragns explode and bones melt, stitch you back, again and again. I’d carve my name into your body, make you feel the betrayal rot inside you like it did in me.

But this—this was better kind of torture.

This was watching the man he loved break for him. This was devotion.

"Ahh—ahhhn, Damon St..op to..oo DEEP!" Anawin cried out, voice shattering as Damon’s cock hit the deepest point inside, making him twitch violently. His fingers clutched uselessly at the sheets. His eyes went wide shocked at the depth, the pain, the sudden electric pulse that tore through his spine.

Damon saw the look and grinned like a madman. "Fuck… You didn’t know you could feel that deep, huh?" he rasped, licking the sweat from Anawin’s neck. "I did. I knew you’d take me. You always do, In the same way first time you took me to your house to your room and to your feelings right Little light?"

He felt the sweet pain of Anawin’s cries that were a song to ears, each note laced with agony, Something that made Damon’s blood burn hotter

His hips slammed forward relentlessly now. Brutal. No rhythm, only feral instincts.

"listen to yourself,I Didn’t know you could hit that note, pretty thing."
He grabbed Anawin by the throat, squeezing not adequate to cut air, but adequate to make his lips part, drool dripping, gasps turning to strangled noises.

Gosh, he looks beautiful like this, Damon thought, lost in the sight. Ruined. Mine. Still whispering he hates me while begging for more.

He could feel how full Anawin was. His belly was tight, already starting to swell slightly with how many times he had filled him. And still, he came again. Hot. Violent. Pouring inside him like venom.

Cum spilled out immediately, too much to hold, leaking down Anawin’s trembling thighs.

Damon pulled out slowly, watching the mess. Watching his masterpiece tremble and collapse forward, chest heaving. The bruises. The marks. The tears.

Then he heard it.

"I hate you, Damon…" A breathless mumble which was faint.

And Anawin passed out. Damon stayed still. Just for a second.

His hand hovered over Anawin’s cheek. Then he brushed the hair from his damp face with unsettling tenderness.

"You’ll come back to me," he said quietly. "You always do. Even if I have to keep breaking you into the shape I want"

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the bruised shoulder. "You said this wasn’t real. That I’m not your ending. But tell me, Anawin…"

Dim light of Anawin’s room flickered, Only Damon’s eerie smile could be seen "…why do you still moan my name like I’m the only thing you believe in? Like the only Happy Ending"