Page 65 of Hellebore

“I know what you’re doing,” he says, smirking, but his hand drifts down to the waistband of his sweatpants. “But I’m not going to touch you.”

My heart hammers against my ribs. My mouth goes dry as he slides his hand inside and slowly draws his cock out.

He is huge. Thick, heavy, flushed dark with arousal. Nine silver piercings glint along his length, catching the dim light. A bead of precum already glistens at the tip.

“Shit—” The word slips from me in a breathless whisper.

He smiles, and wraps his big hand around himself. The veins on the back of his hand stand out as he squeezes tighter and begins to pump.

Drystan takes one slow step closer, then another, until the heat radiating from his body brushes against the icy air between us. He stops just out of reach, close enough to torment, far enough to maintain his cruel control. His fist continues its steady rhythm, veins standing out along his hand and forearm as he strokes his thick, pierced cock.

The wet sound of skin on skin echoes softly against the stone walls, mingling with the relentless rain hammering outside.

“Do you want to taste me?” His voice is low, strained, almost hoarse. “Tell me.”

“Yes,” I reply immediately, the word slipping out before I can think.

“Then kneel.”

The command sinks into me like the cold of the cell floor. I slide off the bed and lower myself to my knees on the hard stone. The chill bites into my skin through the thin fabric of my pants, but I barely feel it over the heat pooling low in my belly.

“See, my love?” His voice shakes for a second, his green eyes darkening with raw, unfiltered lust as he towers over me. “Do you see what you do to me? Ten years of wanting you. Six years of imagining being buried inside you.”

I swallow hard and loud, the sound embarrassingly clear in the quiet cell. My hands grip the spoon so tightly I swear the metal will leave marks on my palm. “Drystan,” My voice is trembling with need.

His eyes never leave mine as he pumps slowly but with devastating force, each stroke deliberate and powerful. My brain has turned into a complete mush. All I can think about is him, his scent, his heat, the heavy length of him just inches from my face.

Desperate, I drop the spoon and grab the hem of my hoodie and yank it up over my head, baring my breasts to the frigid air. My nipples tighten instantly, aching from the cold and the intensity of his stare. I bring my fingers up and slowly twirl one stiff peak between them, pinching lightly, offering my body to his gaze.

“Fuck—” He growls, the sound deep and guttural. His rhythm falters for a moment before speeding up. The silver piercings along his length click softly, rhythmically, with every brutal stroke of his fist.

“Please—” I beg, voice breaking as I look up at him from my knees.

He shakes his head, jaw clenched tight, hips bucking hard into his own hand. “Not yet. Not in this fucking cell.”

His breathing turns ragged. His entire body tenses. Then, with a low, broken groan, he comes.

Thick, hot ropes of cum spill across my parted lips and tongue. More lands on my chin and drips slowly down onto my bare breasts, warm against my cold skin. He keeps pumping through every pulse, eyes locked on the sight of his release marking me, claiming me without ever laying a single finger on my body.

The taste of him floods my mouth as I stay on my knees, breathing hard.

“My love—” He grabs my chin and my entire body screams to be taken by this man.

Chapter Nineteen

DRYSTAN

The fucking sight of her is breaking every single thread of control I have left.

My cum drips slowly from her parted lips down onto her bare breasts, thick white trails sliding over her flushed skin in the dim light of the cell. Right in the middle of her chest, where her heart beats for me, even if she doesn’t fully understand that yet.

Fuck.

Ten years I’ve waited for this. Ten years of watching her from shadows, through cameras, through windows. Six of those years spent rotting in a concrete cage, surviving only on memories of her face, her voice, the way she moved. And now she’s here. On her knees. Marked by me. Looking up at me with those wide, hungry eyes while my release glistens on her tongue and skin.

I grip her chin hard, my fingers digging into her soft flesh hard enough to bruise. She doesn’t pull away. My thumb smears a streak of my cum across her bottom lip.

I lean in.