《The Devil's Bride》Marked and Tainted
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It was past bedtime in which I slept by 10:00 PM. I cuddle close to Synn, his black beanie still on his head while we both sat on the couch watching a late-night movie, snacks and drinks disbanded on the table before us.
I snake my hand around Synn's arm, placing my head on his shoulder, a chip within my lips.
"We should get going to sleep." He mumbles as I yawn. I look up from the TV and stare at him.
"You still look dynamic. While don't you go to sleep while I continue snacking here." I suggest smirking. He digs a hole in my forehead, taking the bag of chips from me all of a sudden.
"You are not eating healthy." He warns dropping the bag of chips on the table beside us.
"I know but what can you do about it?" I tease stretching forth to grab another potato chip from the center table ignoring the little groan coming from him.
Just as I was about to grab it, my hand was swatted away by Synn as he pulls my body forward to meet his.
"You're getting really daring, I noticed." He whispers in my ear, his hand going into my shirt. I broaden my eyes at his words, a blush stained on my cheeks.
"I can change that in just a matter of seconds, babygirl." I feel his teeth snack softly on my earlobe, his hands trailing upper into my shirt until it gets to where my bra was.
I squirm feeling his hands poke underneath my bra, his index finger grazing my nipple.
"Synn..." I whine separating myself from him, squeezing my thighs. I look up at him to see his corner smirk on his lips, his eyes skimming towards mine knowing what he did.
"Stop smirking like that." I push, pouting my lips.
"Why?" He asks, fixing his beanie, his fingers mixed with the warm fabric of the material on his head.
"It makes me feel defeated," I confess. Even he knows the feeling I had when he smirked. It was something so...I just couldn't explain. Seeing his lips tilt upon his very attractive face, his dark eyebrow rested above his eyes.
He laughs, leaning in to kiss my cheeks. "You're very cute." He comments making me go redder than I was before.
I huff, placing my hands on my chest, eyeing the chips on the table skeptically.
"Poor chips." I sigh standing up and deciding to go with his more primal suggestion.
On getting there, I hear the door lock click behind me. I turn around, my eyes scrunching at the action.
"Why'd you lock t-"
I feel the soft pair of lips connect with mine stopping me between mid-sentence, my eyes growing wide. Synn's lips were soft and sleek. I don't think I'd be able to get over it. His lips were coupled against mine, my eyes sealed enjoying the bliss of pleasure course through my vein.
Without warning, I was thrown on the bed my mind going far from reality but only acknowledging this only one presence. My hand climb their way to his shoulder, wandering up to his beanie and removing it thoughtlessly throwing away.
I moan softly, his tongue lapping the lower lips of mine asking for permission to enter through. I open my mouth without wasting any time, my body slipping weak along with my knees. I was giving in to him; being submissive.
His hands stayed planted at the side of the bed, my body in the middle as I open my legs so he travels in. This was the second time kissing him in just a day and I was already getting addicted.
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His fingers crawl up to the hem of my flannel, at the same time disconnecting our lips.
"Fuck it! I need you right now." His breathing wasn't any better than mine. His lips were swollen and pink from the intense kiss, his red orbs darker than normal.
I bit my lips, anxiety suddenly coming into my body as the idea of him touching me...in that way. Mommy once told me that s** was for only adults only and happened between married couples. Synn and I were just casual mates/partners. We were not married.
"I don't think I'm ready." I pause, trying to read his expression but it just comes out plain and emotionless.
He shakes his head, a frown taking over his feature. "Let me make you feel good then. Let me worship your body and tell you how good you really are." His words flew out of his lips freely making my knees give out. Thinking wasn't going to solve anything because Synn was practically begging. He needed me just the way I needed him but you couldn't really blame me. I'm not experienced in this kind of thing, not a single man had tried this sort with me.
I was listening to my mind but something told me to listen to my heart, applying my mind along with it. What my heart really felt was that I needed him. I wanted him to touch me just the way he described it in a way that made my body shake with the image.
I wanted him to do things with me. I wanted him only.
"O-okay," I say out knowing immediately knowing that I was giving him permission to my body. To let him use me.
At once, I see the flicker in his eyes. It was the one I couldn't know. His gaze was dark like he was hungry and without food, he'd die.
"I'm going to make you feel good! You don't know what I can do to make you scream." His voice was jumbled with hunger and deepness.
Without waiting for me to even digest what was going on with him, his two hands suddenly grabs my legs, parting them open, going over to attack by lips once again. I knew my body melted in his when I felt the soft lips back on mine. I feel a hard thingy poke my core, my body convulsing with pleasure.
I rack my hand through his hair, loving the dark locks glide through the space between my fingers. He suddenly groans, his lips moving sensually to my jaw, planting kisses while sucking on it brutally.
I open my mouth wanting to say something only for me to moan, whimpers fleeing my lips, saturating the room with each and every sound of our moans.
He leans back on the bed, his lips opened ajar and says. "I want to mark you." He says, running his tongue on his pink lips. I look at him from my half-opened eyes, puzzled.
"You already did." I blush taking in our contemporary position. He looks down at my opened legs he was in before he lifts his eyes to look at me.
"In a different way. I want to make you mine for eternity." He clarifies. I sit back on the bed, my head relaxed on the surface of the headboard. I look at him for a moment trying to catch on to what he was saying only does it hit me do I know what he was talking about.
"Please, Linda. Trust me with this." He says in a begging tone. I look down at my lap, my eyes lowered. Taking this chance was going to change my life forever. It meant I was never going to see my parents again, a lot of things I would have done gone away from me. If Synn marked me, he was making me his bride. Bonding us and making us one, in a single flesh. The thought suddenly made me start to think avidly, making me ask myself questions I'd never thought of.
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Was I ready to be with Synn? Do I truly love him after what he had done to me by taking me away from my home? Does he deserve my love and presence?
I look at him, his lips sucked into his mouth as he waited in anticipation for my answer. I could feel my heartthrob, beating fast in my rib cage.
Was I ready to be the devil's Bride?
"I'm ready. I want to be yours." I answered a smile sparking my features. I was foolish for thinking twice about this. We both had a very solid bond together where we knew how one of us felt. We had something unique--him being a devil and I, being human. He was fire and I was light. He was tall and I was short. I had a heart, he had demons accountable for his actions. He was the devil and I was his mate. We were loving each other in the strangest way. Even those times he made me feel bad about myself and made me feel worthless, deep down, I knew he had a heart. He just needed someone to show it to and use it for.
And I was going to be that person. I was going to teach him to use his heart more and discover more of himself. I was going to love him and cherish him for the rest of my life. It was something new to do and I was going for it.
"Really?" He asked unsurely. I nod my head cupping his cheeks and pressing a light feather kiss to it. "Yes." I convince.
To prove my point, I lean in and kiss his lips softly, moulding our lips together. His lips were just right for mine, his head never leaving my waist. He groans as we both turned so he was sitting down on the bed and I was sitting down on his lap.
I never once broke the kiss and I was never going to break my promise either.
"Thank you so much." He appreciates trying to take things slow when really I knew he couldn't wait to mark me. He leans forward and presses a kiss to my neck, his eyes closing in the process. I bit my lips from the action, feeling the wetness of his tongue taint my neck. I groan softly, my hand finding its way back to his hair. I tug in it harshly than I intended to, making him groan not having anything against the action.
He swirls his tongue on one part of my neck, his soft lips parting and began sucking on my sweet spot. I moan, my legs wanting to close themselves as I feel my core drench.
Taking me by surprise, he quickly changes our position so I was lying beneath him. He promptly throws open his flannel, his eyes never leaving mine. I moan at the sight of his chiselled body with tattoos embroidered on every part of his skin down to the V line of his pants.
My clit swells, getting wetter at every second that surpassed.
"Fuck, your arousal." He curses lunging back on my body and attacking my neck on the same spot.
My tummy clench, freezing, when abruptly, I feel the sharp fangs drill into the spot he licked. The sting was distasteful as I grip the bedsheet knowing that this was the marking process. He was marking me and it was painful, to say the least.
I whimper loudly when the pain only grew worse, feeling the coagulated blood of mine glide down my shoulder and stain the bedsheets. I grip his shoulder for assistance letting him know that the pain was getting unendurable.
"S-synn." I cried out, my legs giving out as he pulls away and looks at me. I tried looking at him from my glossy eyes, my sight watery from the small tears I shed.
"Shit! I'm so sorry! I lost control! Fuck! Shut up Synn." He berates himself. I try to keep the chuckle from going on. His lips and chin were covered in my blood but I watched undeviatingly, they slowly disappeared like it was magic.
My surprised state only increased when the sting and pain vanished in a jiffy. I look up at him, amused.
"How did that happen?" I ask seeing his finger approach me to wipe my tears off my face.
"Comes with being a devil." He lightly chuckles leaning in to peck the corner of my eyes where I had a stain of tears.
"I'm so sorr-"
"It's fine," I say stopping him with a smile. "I'm okay now so let's continue."
"Someone is eager, I can see." He ridicules.
I roll my eyes at his childlike way of teasing. I quickly open my flannel, throwing the material away on the floor, going over to open my jeans.
God, I've never been this needy in my life before.
But I treat the ache between my legs.
"And hot." He says darkly, swallowing in the process.
I was left in my black lacy bra and black matching underwear. I feel the ache in my legs develop, my eyes darting to meet Synn's.
He reaches forward by his fingers, his thumbs lightly stroking my clit from beneath the fabric. I bit my lips at the act, my eyes darting between my legs to see.
"You're so fucking wet, aren't you?" He asked, his gaze trained on the wet patch on my pant.
He licks his lips using another finger to put my pant to one side so his index finger was touching my bare clit. I shiver, a moan flying out of my lips.
I feel the wetness from her cunt coat my finger, a moan leaving her lips.
She was so fucking wet!
I use my other hand to lift her hips so I was able to get the thin fabric off her hips and onto the floor. I sever her legs immediately, her glistering wetness meeting my sight.
I feel my demons haul inside of me, my pants contracted. I use my index finger to coat her cunt, more of her wetness paint my skin.
"You smell so delicious, baby girl!" I praise, lifting my eyes so it meets hers. Her lips were folded between her lips as her eyes meets mine. I smirk and with delay, I add a finger into her drenched pussy.
Her body immediately tenses as she uses her elbow to prop herself up on the bed. Her lips were parted open, her throat gobbling up and down.
"Look at how wet you are, mhm. You're soaking already." I tease seeing as she moans, her tummy clenching.
"You're so wet for me. Look at your pink cunt glittering at my sight, huh?" I add another finger pumping in and out of her steadily, her wetness vibrating in the room.
"Synn..." She moans placing her hand on my pumping one. "P-please, go fas-ster." She urges, her eyes closed.
I smirk removing my two-finger, seeing as she whines from the removal of my touch.
"W-why'd you leave?" She asks, her breath oppressive. I bring the finger up to her face, her juices dripping down my fingers.
"Open," I instruct. She looks at me with a confused expression but obliges opening her plump lips. I take my finger and place it on her lips, staining her lips with her own juice first before putting it inside her mouth. I watch as she closes her lips, my finger in her mouth.
I close my eyes feeling her tongue twirl around my finger, licking her juice off her finger. She takes it into her mouth sucking while she sustains eye contact.
Fuck! Imagining my finger in replacement of my cock.
"You're doing so well baby girl." I commend removing my finger, her lips making the sound of a 'pop'.
I drag my finger down her bra. I snap my fingers together, my middle finger and thumb smacking together.
With that, her bra was unhooked leaving just her big perky boobs insight. I feel a droll at the corner of my lips as I stare longer at her pink titties.
"Look at this," I say licking the droll from the corner of my lips. I reach forward and pinch her titties, massaging the small thing.
I bit my lips trying to control my moaning mess. I could still taste my juice on my tongue, my lips parted open as I watch Synn bring his opened lips and attach them to my nipple. I whimper, racking my hand into his hair tugging his head close so his head is pushed forward.
"Oh, my g-god." I moan separating my legs so the air touches my clit.
His other hand crawl up to my left breast and massage it, his tongue licking my nipple sending shiver down my core.
I feel his finger crawl up to my needy clit and bury his finger, pumping rapidly into me. I go tense tugging harder unto his hair, my legs wobbling. He continues to pump into me, some of my wetness leaking out to stain my thigh.
"You're dripping." He groans removing his lips from my nipple and goes to the other one. I whine feeling my forehead coat with my sweat. I lick my lips from dryness as I rock my body back and forth, Synn's finger still in me as he continues to pump into me. I close my eyes, his finger going ahead to curl in me. I throw my head forward, my tummy curling.
"Cum for me, my love." He says going from my breast and going down on me. His head was positioned between my legs as I watch in anticipation of what he was going to do next. Sending me flying off the cliff, I feel the wetness of his tongue on my clit. I almost jump at the pleasure that passed in me.
"Y-your tongue." I moan going forward to observe what he was doing while maintaining eye contact with him, his tongue lapping on juices. I see a small smirk on his lips that was coated with wetness, his red eyes still on mine as he put in a finger. He leans onwards, slowly slipping his tongue into my cunt, my head thrown backwards, my throat cut out of breath.
My breast was bouncing with every rocking of my body and the adding of fingers into me. I'd never felt this way as I said before and I was happy he was the one making me feel this way. he was the one going down on me and was the one who took my first kiss. He was my first everything because he was mine from the beginning.
My breath comes out as pants as I feel my tummy curl up with something unfamiliar. My legs shiver from the extreme intensity. Synn continues to pump in and out of me, his tongue going deep inside my clit as he played with my bud, licking and sucking my juices. I widen my legs more, my head bobbing up and down, my mouth opened with moans and pants.
The room was quiet but my moans seemed to have destroyed that peace. I feel his teeth bit softly on my clit, a whimper fleeing from my lips.
My body suddenly jerks up in a motion, my body giving out its energy as I feel something explode out of me. I look down at the bed, seeing some whitish liquid spread on the bed and covered Synn's lips and chin.
He comes out from between my legs, taking both his covered fingers of juices into his mouth and sucks them off clean and smooth. He goes down shortly after he was done with his fingers and helps clean me up using his tongue.
"You're so delicious." He moans coming over to the bed to kiss my forehead. My body was exhausted from what just took place, my body falling limp on the bed. I see Synn's half-naked body go over to the corner of the room, taking a blanket with him and putting it on top of me causing warmth to flow around me with the blanekt of top of me.
My eyes feels heavy, my head pounding as drowsiness slowly consumed me with the soreness between my thigh.
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