WAKE by D. S. Wrights

Author:D. S. Wrights [Wrights, D. S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: DarkSigyn Publishing
Published: 2017-07-30T22:00:00+00:00

⌽ Samael ⌽

All I hear is her chanting my name, only calling out my name, not God’s, not once. Her tormented voice is my serenade, and I want to rip her open further. I want her to scream. I want to know if it’s still only my name that breaks from her body.

As much as she pleads with me, I only truly hear her speak my name, over and over again. Just like in my dreams, repeatedly.

Anna tastes like honey and sun, like heaven. It is the only reason, why I am still somewhat in control, because I want to continue tasting her while she says my name, not only in pleasure but also in pain. It feels like balm to my invisible wounds, and I want more, need more.

I don’t want to stop but I can feel and taste her coming. I must decide whether I make her come like this or not come at all.

So, I pull away with one movement, ungentle, and rough. Anna squeals and I stop her from collapsing to the ground by catching her by the cage.

Her face is wet with tears, red, and swollen.

Instinctively, she forces her burning eyes open and looks at me. Confused and desperate, Anna is still pleading, with her eyes only. Her lips move devoid of sound, but I can read my name.

I am her only God.

“Anna,” that’s all I say, but my voice makes her flinch and cry even more, so I repeat myself. “Anna.” Her reaction is the same.

I hate it.

I love it.

“My Anna.” I say this before I know what I am doing, and her lips start moving, parted halfway, and the beautiful tears stop.

She wants to say something, but stays silent.

I want to tell her so many things, but my mouth stays shut. All I do is stare back at her while my body screams, blood roars in my veins.

And then, she breaks. Her lips quiver, her jaw trembles, and the tears stream down her face again. She sobs. Her face begs me to comfort her, to be her Sam again. But that man is dead. And she killed him.

I can’t look at her face, so I toss her around.

Without her hands to soften the blow, she crashes against the wall, but I don’t care.

Anna bawls uncontrollably now, and I loathe her for it. Where are her prayers for me?

I free my painfully pulsing erection from my pants and seize it roughly. This is her fault. This little outer-world tainted slut. But I still want her. It drives me insane, mad, rabid.

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