“Rhys, I need to tell yo—” I whisper something that doesn’t even make sense to me. Again, his cock is fucking huge and juicy to the point that it’s distracting. He reaches down to cup his balls, making it grow bigger, and I moan as my face floods with heat. Suddenly I’m not as brave as I thought, because holy shit.
“Spread,” he demands and before I can even compute what I’m doing, I obey. This time I do hear the rip as the spikes of my heels dig into the comforter. Jesus, I have to pull myself together… but his cock is pierced.
He reaches down and wraps his large hands around my ankles. He’s warm, and my skin feels sensitive to his touch. I blink up at him. I swear I see feathers now as he jerks me to the edge of the mattress.
Time and the world have stopped. The soft light from the fireplace fades away. Feathers dance around us. It’s like we’re in an enchanted world and he’s a mystical beast sent to be my knight in shining armor.
Then he kneels. “Fuck, look at this pretty pussy.” His thumb rubs my clit and I almost scream at how good it feels.
“I’m gonna eat this pussy.” His thumb rubs back and forth on my clit causing me to grab hold of the comforter, and this time I do moan, loudly.
“Then I’m gonna fuck this tight cunt hard.” I groan, horrified at how wet I am. I had no idea he could be so filthy.
“Oh. My. God.” I lean up on my elbows, panting, then fall back as his mouth goes straight for my clit.
He wasn’t kidding.
He’s fucking sucking it as if it’s nectar that he needs to survive.
“Rhys,” I whimper as I grab his thick dark hair and spread my legs farther. Whatever he’s doing, I never want it to stop.
Ever.
I’m climbing, literally. Lifting his head, he inserts two fingers and starts to fuck me again with them. Deep. Hard.
“This cunt. Goddamn, it’s tight,” he murmurs as I go over, splintering into blinding white lights as my body pulses.
Before I can focus, maybe even know my name, his giant, pierced cock is rubbing my clit and I orgasm again.
In one fast, blinding moment of pain he’s inside me. I think I scream, or maybe it’s just him cursing… but my head is no longer floating from pleasure. This freakin’ hurts.
“You can’t be a fucking virgin,” he groans, holding himself still as if he doesn’t trust himself to move.
I stay mute. Seems to have worked so far, so why start talking now? I’ll only burst into tears. I want to scream the truth that I’m fucking on fire down there, and that I’ve been saving myself for him. But the more pain I have, the clearer I become. I should have told him the truth. His mouth takes mine and it’s gentle, causing everything to fade but him.
“That’s it, baby. Relax and let your body adjust and take me.” Then he kisses me slowly as he pumps in and out.
“So tight.” His voice, a gravelly melody that I love, makes my nails dig deeper into his shoulders.
I’m his.
As he moves in and out, his breathing is harsh. He pulls out and jerks himself off.
“Fuck,” he groans as he shoots his wet, warm seed on my breasts, then covers my pussy with it, emptying himself on me.
“Stay here.”
I almost say, “Where would I go?” But I’m tired. My eyes blink open when a hot cloth covers my breasts. I take a breath and realize I must have passed out and Rhys is cleaning me up. He’s frowning. The light from the bathroom allows me to actually see him.
“Who are you?” His voice isn’t mad, it’s more matter of fact, as if he’s going over everything in his head.
Our eyes lock. His narrow, and for a second I think I see him piece it all together.
“Nothing? Staying quiet?” He tosses the wet washcloth and reaches for my heels, which I’m horrified to find I’m still wearing.
Jesus, I must be way more intoxicated than I thought. I curl under the sheets and he crawls in.
I don’t know what I should say, and I’m so tired, too tired to get into any of this now. He smells fresh, clean. I guess he took a shower while I slept.
“Keep your secrets, beautiful.” He pulls me into his arms and I sigh, because all is well. He’s not mad. If anything, he seems tired himself.
Tomorrow I’ll tell him everything and we can start fresh. Everything will be wonderful.
Then I pass out.
RHYS
Past – Twenty-seven years old
Seattle, Washington
“I’m gonna marry you.” I can’t see her because she’s far away, but I know that voice.
“Gia?” It’s raining. Why am I so dry?
“Gia?”
A flash of lightning makes me see silver. Then she’s right in front of me, only it’s not her. It’s my goddess, with large cat eyes and cherry-stained lips. She’s in the silver bubble with me.
“Rhys.”
I need to get out. She’s crying and I lift my hand to catch a tear.
“You need to protect us…” she pleads. “Open the bubble. Something will happen to us if we stay in.”
I reach out to claw it open, but I can’t. It’s like I’ve been weighted down with sand and I can’t move.
I’m dreaming.
Gia.
No, this is not Gia. Gia is a girl with braces and wild, unbrushed hair. This is my goddess. With long, silky brown hair and legs that never end.
“Rhys…” She’s moving yet I can’t. I reach for her but again, my arms are weighted down. The bubble breaks in two and she starts to float away. I yell for her, fight for her.
“I’m going to marry you…” She scratches at the silver bubble, her red lips tremble, but it’s her eyes that bring me to my knees…
“Fuck.” I bolt up and look around. Rain pelts the windows. The room is gray but not pitch black. It must be morning. I take a breath trying to steady my pounding heart. I glance over at the mass of dark hair on the white pillow next to me. The woman’s back is to me. The covers have slipped down allowing me to see the crack of her ass.
“The fuck is going on?” I take a breath. Feathers rise and twirl. A sliver of sunlight streaks through the black and angry clouds.
I reach for my cigarettes on the expensive nightstand. I need to slow the fuck down. At this pace, I’ll wind up in rehab. Leaning back, I rest against the headboard. My lighter flicks to life, and I let my sluggish brain try to recall the night before.
It’s coming, rolling over me, like the feathers that are dancing around us. I bring the cigarette to my lips.
Inhale.
Exhale.
The nicotine needs to work. I need to stay calm and not overreact. The ominous feeling of doom weighs down on my chest. It’s all there, bitch-slapping me awake.
The concert. We played like shit. That led to the club, cocaine, tequila, and her. I don’t need to roll her over to know. I rub my chest, hoping to find some sort of calm. What has she done?
I look at her back, it’s bronze from the sun and her Italian blood. She shifts slightly, allowing me to see a tease of a tan line. I take one last deep inhale and put the cigarette out as I wake up, cut through the cobwebs, and connect the dots.
My cock is hard. My nostrils twitch at the scent of us, of her. She tasted like fucking honeydew, with the tightest cunt I’ve ever fucked.