Mila shuddered, her thighs quivering around Marcus's head. She rested against the couch, throwing her head back and whimpering as he sucked on her clit. All day, he'd been going down on her, fingering her, fucking her, doing everything she asked him to for her birthday. More than she asked for, actually, which was why her sensitive body was shaking from the building orgasm. It wasn't the first, and it wouldn't be the last.

After spending most the day naked with him, she did put on an oversized band t-shirt with nothing else to make something to eat. Putting on nothing else might've been a mistake because Marcus hardly took his hands off her and they didn't make it back to the bedroom, instead he picked her up and tossed her on the couch then dropped to his knees in front of her. A good mistake, she decided.

Mila let out a loud moan as Marcus's hold on her ass tightened and he buried himself farther between her legs, increasing the friction and leaving tingles all over her body as the pleasure grew. She gazed down at him breathlessly, his dark hair blocking her view as he ate her out. His big hands slid from her ass to her thighs and he dug his fingers into her skin, holding her in place tightly as his teeth, lips and tongue moved over her relentlessly.

Gaze traveling, Mila followed his veiny hands up along his strong arms, to his muscular shoulders partially hidden under his long hair. He was shirtless, only wearing pants hung low on his hips. It was a combination that had Mila's mouth going dry all day, even with all their physical activities. She still got turned on looking at him, sensitive as she was from all the orgasms.

Every swipe of his tongue brought her closer until she was right on the edge. Her hands slid down, tangling in his hair and tugging lightly. "Marcus," she whimpered, her legs tightening around his head, her body writhing as she fell back against the couch.

Marcus lifted his head right before she got there, gazing up at her with red eyes. He licked her juices off his lips and dug his fingers harder into her thighs. "How old are you today?"

"Tw-twenty-three," Mila panted, lifting her hips towards him in a plea for him to keep going.

"Right, and what orgasm are we on?" he asked, bringing his hand up and shoving his fingers into her, making her cry out. He curled his fingers inside her, his thumb pressing against her clit and pushing her over the edge

Mila turned her face towards the couch cushions, a shudder running through her whole body as she came. Her sounds were muffled by the couch until Marcus grabbed her jaw, turning her to face him so he could watch her.

"What number, Mila?" He asked, his fingers still inside her as she clenched around him.

"Twenty-one," she said breathlessly, meeting his gaze, chest heaving.

"Good girl," he murmured, sliding his hands up her legs, under her shirt.

As his hands ascended up her body, the shirt lifted with them until her breasts were exposed. He kissed up her stomach until he reached them, taking one of her hardened peaks into his mouth and sucking lightly. Mila whined and whimpered, her body exhausted, overly sensitive, but somehow still wanting more.

"We have to get to Terry's soon," Mila breathed, pushing her fingers into his hair.

Marcus bit down on her breast, making her yelp. Releasing her breast, he braced his hands on either side of her and pushed himself up, the muscles in his arms flexing as he posted himself over her, staring at her with those intense red eyes. "We better make the last two fast, then."

One second, Mila was sitting on the couch normally. The next, Marcus's hands were on her hips and he had her turned around, knees on the seat of the couch. He grabbed the back of her neck and pushed her down until she was hanging off the back of the couch, his other hand traveling up between her thighs.

"Fuck, my pussy is going to have a love-hate relationship with you," Mila whimpered as Marcus's hand continued up until he was trailing his finger along her wet slit.

"Was that a protest?" Marcus asked, unbuttoning his jeans and tugging them down. He pulled his cock out and pressed it against her pussy.

Her body tightened in anticipation and she shook her head. "No, no protests. Just stating facts."

"Good," Marcus said, burying his cock inside her with one quick, rough thrust. Mila's body became pinned between him and the couch, and she cried out, her nails clawing against the back of the couch.

"But if it was," Marcus said, caressing her ass, his other hand grabbing a fistful of her hair and tugging her back against him. "I'm interested in filling other parts of you." He pumped in and out of her, tightening his hold on her hand and caressing over her ass again, his hand moving more deliberately to the hole he wanted to fill. "You liked it when I fingered you here."

Mila moaned, bracing her hands on the edge of the couch and gripping tightly. "Yes," she admitted, glancing back at him. "Why? You want a piece of this ass?"

"No," Marcus said, shoving into her harder, making her cry out. "I want the whole thing."

"There's lube in my nightstand," she said, her hands tightening on the couch.

"Was that a yes?" Marcus asked, his cock twitching.

"Yes," Mila panted, rolling her ass back against him. "But only with-"

Her eyes flew open when she heard her bedroom door open with a loud slam as it hit the wall. Seconds later, her lube was floating through the air by tendrils she was very familiar with. The bottle landed in his hand and he released her hair to open the bottle.

"... Lube," Mila finished, glancing back at him and biting her lip. "Someone's desperate."

"Give me a fucking break," Marcus said, narrowing his eyes and smacking her ass. "You know you have a nice ass. I've wanted it since the first time I saw you."

"Aw, you had a crush on me so fast," she teased.

Marcus glared at her briefly then warmed the lube and brought it down. Mila sucked in a breath at the feeling of the warm lube dripping over her ass. Marcus continued moving in and out of her pussy, grabbing her hair again. He slid a finger inside her ass as he moved in and out of her and Mila squeezed her eyes shut, letting out a small whimper.

Marcus fingered her slowly, with one finger first, then with two, getting her coated in lube and used to being stretched before he pulled out of her pussy. He adjusted his cock at her ass and pulled her back against him, wrapping a hand around her throat as he dragged his nose up the column of her neck. "You ready?"

"Yes," Mila breathed, reaching back and threading her fingers through his hair. "Fuck me, Marcus."

Marcus groaned and sunk into her. Mila whimpered and he held her tightly against him, kissing along her neck as he buried himself in her ass.

"Shit, you're so tight," Marcus groaned, his hand tightening on her throat. "Mila, fuck."

Mila kept one hand in his hair, the other went down to the couch, gripping it for support as he started thrusting in and out of her. He kept his hand around her throat, the other moving down between her legs to her clit. Oversensitive from all the attention, Mila's body jerked at the contact but Marcus started slow, circling gently. The gentle faded the faster he moved in and out of her, the more she whimpered and pushed back against him to sink him deeper. He groaned, his fingers constricting around her throat as he rubbed her clit faster.

"Fuck, baby," he panted, pushing into her harder with each motion. She was tight around him, the lube making it easy to slip in and out of her as much as he wanted.

"I'm going to-" Mila whimpered as Marcus's hand slipped farther between her legs, burying two fingers in her pussy and pushing her over the edge.

"Count," Marcus growled against her ear, sending a delightful shiver down her spine.

"Twenty-two," Mila moaned, her toes curling as he continued fucking her while she rode out the orgasm.

"One more, Mila," Marcus whispered against her ear. "You like this?" He asked, thrusting into her harder as he started pumping his fingers in and out of her pussy, soaked from the many times she came. "You like being full of me?"

"Yes," Mila whimpered, rocking her ass back against him, tears pricking her eyes at the pleasure becoming overwhelming. She barely finished the last orgasm and he never gave her a second to recover.

"This ass is mine, Mila," Marcus growled, nipping her neck as he shoved into her.

"Yours," she agreed, her nails digging in the couch.

"This pussy is mine," he said, biting down on her skin until she yelped.

"Yours," she gasped, squeezing her eyes shut, the sound of his skin slapping against hers only making her more turned on.

"This body is mine to touch," he said, sliding his fingers out of her and rubbing her clit so fast she cried out. "Mine to kiss," he said, kissing along her neck. "Mine to fuck."

"Well then stop talking and use it if it's yours," Mila panted.

Marcus chuckled and moved in and out of her faster, slipping his thick fingers inside her pussy again.

"Fuck," Mila whimpered, dropping her head then sucking in a breath when Marcus squeezed her throat and yanked her head back against his shoulder.

"Stay here," he growled, burying his nose in her curls and breathing her in. Everything about her was intoxicating and he was about to burst. "And fucking count it, Mila."

Mila clenched on his fingers, screaming as her next orgasm came. "Twenty-three!"

Her muscles were worn out and sore from the many times it already happened, that soreness becoming more evident as her body tightened until she went over the edge. Marcus groaned, loving her whimpers and gasps as she came while he buried himself inside her and emptied into her.

His hand loosened around her throat and he moved his other hand up, wrapping it around her waist instead and holding her up as she slumped forward, panting and exhausted.

"I... Can't possibly walk after all that," Mila admitted, shaking her head. "You're going to have to carry me to Terry's. Or get me a wheelchair. Have fun explaining that one to my brother and baby sister."

"I don't think you realize how much I don't mind saying that I fucked you raw," Marcus said, pressing his lips against the side of her head.

"Not to Stella, I hope."

Marcus frowned. No, not in front of Stella. She was young, sweet and innocent and he wanted her to stay that way for the rest of her...

Fuck, he thought as he pulled out of Mila and sank down on the couch.

Mila stayed bent over the back of the couch so Marcus grabbed her and pulled her against him as he leaned back, his head landing on the armrest. Mila sunk down, her cheek pressed to his chest as she curled herself on top of him.

"I'm not kidding," she sighed, still trying to catch her breath. "I can't move."

"I'll fly you there, but you'll have to walk inside," Marcus said, running his hand up and down her back.

Mila grumbled, pressing her face in his chest curling up tighter. Any other time, Marcus might've chuckled, but now he was distracted. He wrapped his finger around one of her curls and sighed, pressing his lips to the top of her head. "If you could know something bad was going to happen, something you couldn't do anything to stop, would you want to know?"

"Dude, you just plowed into every hole I have, I'm too tired for philosophical questions."

"Well, you can't sleep because we have to be at Terry's in twenty minutes," he reminded her.

Mila huffed and used all her strength to prop her chin on his chest and gaze up at him. "I don't know. I guess it depends on what it is. I don't think I'd want to know how I'd die."

"Why not?"

Mila shrugged, resting her cheek against his chest again, laying more flat on top of him instead of curled up. "Because then I'd obsess over it and try to find a way around it instead of just living in the moment. Why, would you want to know? I mean..." Mila frowned, realizing she didn't know a lot about his world. "Can you even die?"

Marcus swallowed, his hand stroking her back faltering for just a moment before he continued the motion. "It's not death exactly. It's worse, in my opinion."

"The Praeteritus," Mila murmured. Marcus nodded. "What is it like? If you don't mind me asking," she added quickly, looking up at him. "I know you lost your friend. You don't have to answer."

"I can't tell you very much about it," Marcus said, not looking at her but continuing his reassuring gesture of stroking her back while his finger twirled in her curls. "I don't know what it looks like. No one does except..." He paused, taking in a long breath. "Except the souls in it. I picture it somewhat like a void, or a black hole. It's just a hopeless place for lost and forgotten souls. They wander around aimlessly, spending eternity in anguish with no memory of who they were or what they'd done. There's no escape from it, no finding the souls that were lost. They're not recognizable anymore. They're just... Permanently lost. No purpose, no memory, just emptiness."

"Sounds worse than hell," Mila muttered.

"Agreed."

"Do you miss it?" Mila asked, folding her arms over her chest and resting her chin on her arms as she gazed up at him. "Do you miss being home?"

"I don't spend a lot of time there. When I'm not working, I often come to this realm to visit Kat and Nex."

"You didn't answer my question."

Marcus sighed, wanting to narrow his eyes at her but he couldn't. She was too adorable. Her curls were a mess. Her head tilted to the side was a strangely innocent and sweet thing to see. It occurred to him a lot of her habits were cute. At least, to him they were.

"I don't miss it exactly. I guess if anything, I miss letting out steam by torturing."

"You enjoy it a lot, huh?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I guess I do, yeah."

"Why?"

"Don't we need to get moving to make it to Terry's on time?"

Mila narrowed her eyes. "Why are you dodging the question? You can have us there in like three minutes."

"You have 'just fucked' hair, that'll take longer than three minutes"

She shrugged. "I'll wear a hat. Why are you dodging the question?"

Marcus looked away and Mila frowned. She brought a hand up, running it along his jaw, his rimmed beard tickling her fingers. "I won't judge you," she said quietly, making his gaze snap back to hers. "You know that, don't you?"

Marcus stared at her, unsure how to respond. They continually danced on the line of physical intimacy and real intimacy. Beyond physical. An emotional intimacy to go along with it. He'd never had emotional intimacy, and he wasn't convinced she had either. Maybe that's why we both suck at it, he thought.

"I guess because... I dish out what I know I deserve," Marcus sighed. "Every soul I torture is just... Another me I break down again and again because I got off too easy. In a fucked up way, I guess it helps the guilt."

"I don't think you got off easy."

"You didn't know me when I was human."

"You hate yourself a lot, don't you?" Mila frowned.

"I see myself for what I am."

"No," she said, her brows furrowing. "I think you became a demon and decided that's all you would ever be, even though you're capable of more. You don't think you deserve more."

Marcus looked away and Mila's frown deepened. They spent so much time teasing each other, rarely talking about anything real but he was letting her see more in his own way. He wasn't changing the subject or distracting her. He wasn't exactly opening up but he wasn't shutting it down either.

She stared up at him while he avoided her eyes and realized something. They were similar. She didn't hate herself, but she punished herself too. In her own way.

"I do the same, you know," Mila said quietly, resting her chin on her arms again. "I punish myself by dating shitty guys I know won't treat me right, or ones I know can't stay." Or ones that live in different realms. "Because then it can never get serious and I don't have to be real with anyone. I act tough but... No one knows me." She swallowed. "Not really. If they get too close, I leave."

"Before they can leave you," Marcus finished.

Mila nodded.

"Only a complete fucking idiot would want to leave someone as incredible as you."

Mila's eyes snapped up to Marcus and he held her gaze a moment. She swore she saw pain cross his face but it was gone before she was even certain it was actually there. Leaning down, Marcus slid a hand behind her head and pulled their lips together, bringing her to a kiss that felt as intimate as their brief confessions. An emotional intimacy balanced with a physical one. Something that caused a flutter in Mila's stomach and made her heart race in a way it never had before.

"Let's go," Marcus murmured against her lips. "You're tired. We need to get cake over with so I can give you your present."

"My present?" Mila frowned. "I thought the twenty-three orgasms was my present."

"Nah, that was just for fun," Marcus smirked, holding her against him as he sat up. "I've got something else for you."