Steal Me From Heaven (27 page)

“This is a pleasant surprise,” I hear him say as he discovers my wedding present for him. “It seems your pussy has lost its fur.”

Laughing, I just reply, “I knew you would like it.”

After all these years together, I am shocked at what he does next. I feel his moist wet tongue drive deep into my center before making a trail backwards up my bare folds and across my other hole. He lingers his tongue there a little too long for my liking. The sensation feels strange but not unpleasant. His hands are kneading my cheeks, stretching me as wide as possible. I feel his teeth graze my flesh.

“No,” I cry right before he sinks them in. I jerk in response as he injects more into me again. He holds me upright as I notice his
tongue is back between my legs. He dances across my pink flesh more slowly this time and makes tight circles. Pulling my hip bones back into him from the front, one hand holds me still while the other reaches down between my legs. I feel his fingers rubbing my nub. He does not bring me to orgasm, only teases me a short amount of time before I feel his hand leave and once again he is spreading my butt cheeks wide as his face makes its way back up my crease.

He pauses before biting the inside of me again. “This okay?” he asks.

I do not say no again. Instead, I shake my head up and down, giving him permission. He spreads me as wide apart as is comfortable and pierces my skin. I take the pleasure in it this time. I know that I am more than wet and am ready to receive him into me. His hands run up my sides and cup my breasts as he stands up behind me.

I hear him removing his shirt before unzipping his pants and sliding them off. It is a shame that I cannot see him. He is walking around to face me. My breathing is increasing and my breasts rise and fall quickly. He helps me step out of my pant legs one by one. He plays with one nipple by hand and the other by mouth. He is making my skin wet from his salivating tongue. He moves down to my stomach and bites the soft part of my abdomen.

I reach out and grab his shoulders with both hands. He suckles slightly before injecting me in that spot. I lean forward and balance myself. His tongue finds the front of my bare mound and lavishes the entire surface. I open my legs for him to encourage his journey forward. He picks up one leg and lays it across his arm. I feel his bicep muscle flex underneath my thigh. I expect to moan as his tongue enters me, but I cry out as he takes my fold in his mouth and pierces me with his fangs. He does not do the other side. I can tell he is standing now in front of me. Expecting for him to touch me again, when he does not, I start to get confused.

“Jacob?” I say as I reach for my makeshift blindfold. He grabs my hands and locks his fingers in mine.

“Wait for it,” he says.

After five more seconds, I discover what he did to me. My mind turns to mush as his injections in my neck start to make their way through my body. I swoon with feeling of sex, love, and raw pleasure. I smile from ear to ear.

“There you go. Now just ride it out.” I cannot speak to answer him. I am in a state of euphoria. His pleasure venom creeps down the front of my body and into my breasts. I raise our hands together and rub my hard nipples up against the back of his hands.

“Yes,” he urges me.

I lay my head as far back as it can go and tense my whole body upwards as I feel the pleasure explode in my ass cheeks. I press one of our locked hands between my legs as my lower abdomen releases my orgasm. I moan and cry out loud. My body convulses, and I collapse when his love bite on my waxed fold pulses every last drop of nectar from my core.

Jacob picks me up and carries me in the direction of the bed. He lays me down and removes my blindfold. I keep my eyes closed as I feel shockwave after shockwave of the aftereffects of what he just did to my body and mind.

“Marion.” He calls my name gently as his fingers stroke my face. “Are you okay?” I shake my head no as I start to quiver and spasm again. I am having uncontrolled orgasms as his juices from his bite marks keep releasing slowly into my body. Jacob lies on top of me to hold me down.

“Put it in.” I manage to get the words out of my lips. He hesitates, not knowing what to do. “Now,” I yell at him. He tries to enter me but I am too tight. I grab hold of his muscular ass with both hands and force his entry. I shriek as he tears me. The walls of my tunnel constrict and undulate up and down his shaft. He arches his back and raises his head to the ceiling. He cries out in either pain or pleasure or both. I cannot tell anything anymore. He cannot move inside me, and I cannot let him go. I squirm beneath him as I feel another tidal wave coming.

“Jacob, oh, my Jacob. What have you done?” I sigh between my breaths. Then I start to scream. My stomach tightens so much that my head rises from the pillow. I bury my face in his shoulder to muffle my yells. It does not work. Another orgasm follows quickly, and I tremble with its quake. I go to bite him but my fangs tear at his flesh. My aim is thrown off by my jerking body. I do not recall how many times I bit into him before my teeth latch on to stay. I drink from him quickly and release him. I think that my body has been healed by his blood, but I thought too soon. My eyes roll back in my head and my whole body tenses. My back arches and my breasts rise up to touch him as he rests on his elbows. He still cannot move inside me. He just watches me fall over the edge time and time again. I cannot take another hit like the last one. Each time it gets better or worse, depending on the person’s point of view.

My inner light starts to glow and an orb surrounds us. His pale flesh tingles on my fingertips. I know better, but I cannot pull myself back knowing that my orgasms could last the rest of the night and into the day. I pull his head down to kiss him. A jolt of electricity brushes across our lips. I stick my tongue in his mouth and zap him. He instantly softens enough inside me and is able to withdraw.

He rises up to his knees on the bed with one hand on his mouth and the other hand covering his erection. “What the hell was that?” he asks. “I was enjoying myself riding your waves of pleasure.”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t take it anymore.”

“Chicken,” he says. “Why did they stop so soon?”

“I healed myself with my light. I guess I finally figured out how to do it.”

“Pussy. You were never in any danger. The contractions would have stopped in a few more hours. I told you to ride it out. And that was excellent timing on learning something new.” He sits on his knees, staring down at me.

“Why don’t I do it to you and see how long you can take it?” I tell him.

“You already did. Remember the dungeon and the blood all over my lower half?”

“I didn’t know what I was doing at the time, and I only bit you multiple times and only injected you once.”

“Yeah, I remember quite well what you did. I just figured if one love mark could do what you did to me then several should drive you over the edge multiple times. I told you that I would pay you back one day.”

“Yes, you did. Now it’s my turn. Lie down on the bed.” I get up on all fours and hover towards him. Calling my wings and my inner blue glow to expand from my body, I force him to lie down on the mattress.

“Marion, you’re scaring me with all that glowing. Just turn that thing off. The wings are sexy, but no light.”

“What’s the matter? Are you chicken?”

“No, just please don’t…not again.”

“Don’t what?” I crawl up his body and encase him in my blue aura.

“Please don’t shock my cock.”

I smile ear to ear and elongate my teeth. I like his little rhyme. My only response is one word. “Pussy.” Then I lower my red lips to take him in my mouth. He shudders as I slightly buzz him with my energy when I move my tongue up and down his shaft. My taste is not as present as when I take him immediately after he comes out of my body, but I can still find the flavor on him.

Groaning deep in his throat, his voice quivers when he speaks. “Go ahead and do what you wish.” I smile against his hardness. His eyes widen as I turn my inner light from blue to a bright white. Our honeymoon looks like it is going to be full of surprises. I do not shock him immediately, and he looks confused.

“Wait for it,” I say. “Just ride it out.” He lets out a curse before he closes his eyes.

Chapter 13

He settles into the tub and leans back against my chest and abdomen. I wrap my legs around his hips and cross them over his thighs. I feel a nervous tremble resonate within his body. Only someone this connected to him would have noticed. I run my fingers through his hair and settle my hands on his broad shoulders and massage his neck and shoulder muscles. He trembles again in my arms ever so slightly. I know that he is trying to hide it. Seeking the answers, I invade his mind.

“No,” he says, shutting me out. “You do not want to know about my time in Hell.”

“Jacob, I know that horrible things were done to you. I felt your pain on multiple occasions. I cannot even imagine what Lilith did to you, but please don’t close down on me. You need me now more than ever. I am here for you. I love you.”

He takes his hands and touches my fingers that rest on his shoulders. “Try again. I will not block you this time. Only go in as far as you can handle.”

I close my eyes and peer into his subconscious. Images are flashing in my mind. The temperature alone is miserable. Jacob has silver chains crisscrossing his chest burying into his muscles with their sting. Occasionally fire erupts in different places on his flesh, and he screams. His arms and legs are unbound, and he is completely naked.

Lilith approaches in her human form and requests the information she seeks. When Jacob refuses, I see the wall tilt to where he is lying down. Lilith makes a command in another dialect, and Jacob grows hard. He tosses and turns on the table, making the chains burn deeper into him. Lilith climbs on top of him and straddles him. She moves against him with him inside of her. I am mortified. When Jacob does not finish inside of her, she grows furious and takes the form of her Demon self. Everywhere that she touches him turns to flames. Jacob screams, and she laughs. I know he is burning inside of her.

Tears are streaming down my face. I hug him tightly and push further into his painful recollection.
When she is done with her torture, hundreds of spirits are called forth to mark his flesh. He quivers and shakes. Lilith says it could all end if he would just tell her what she wants to know. He refuses. She eventually calls off the spirit Demons and the wall uprights itself. She leaves him alone in order for him to heal.

The second day is exactly the same as the first one, except once he is standing again, Lilith elevates with her wings and slashes at his body with her talons. Jacob loses his right arm. He screams in pain as the healing process moves slowly since she is not feeding him any blood. The next day, she finishes by removing both arms. On the fourth night when she utters her magic words to get him to rise up for her torturous pleasure, he does not. She grows angry and taunts him with the deaths of our children. She tells him that if he tells her the information that will set him free, she will go to their graves and raise them from the dead. Jacob tries to spit in her face, but the saliva evaporates before even touching her.

She laughs as she wraps her hand around his genitals and sets them on fire. She tells him that he doesn’t have to be inside her for her to burn them off. He does not scream, only smiles. This is the night that I realized I could no longer hear him in my mind. He is growing stronger against her torture and threats.

I release my query into his mind and hold him
as I am breathing hard against his back. We are not able to speak to each other. I pull him tighter to me with my legs and arms. I never want to let him go. He did this so we could be together.

When my voice returns, I ease up on my hold and run my hands across his chest. He kisses my arm. “Jacob, I never should have shocked you. I will never do that again.”

“Oh yes, you will. I trust you, Marion, not to hurt me.” When he quivers in my arms again, he notices that in my mind I thought that he was trembling because of Lilith and that was why I went searching for answers. “I was shaking because of your electrical impulses and what they are still doing inside my body.”

“I can stop that if you wish.”

“Don’t even think about it. I’ve never been this satisfied. But you are not doing that electric charge thing you do in a tub full of water. You’ll fry me for sure.”

“It doesn’t work that way unless I’m angry. Can I ask something about what I saw in your mind?”

“You can ask. I will try to answer if I can,” he replies.

“How did you turn off the pain?”

He shifts his weight in the tub and turns to face me. Since the faucet is on the side, he can lean back on the other end. I have to rise out of the water to make enough room for him. My breasts are now about the surface line. His gaze lingers on them, and he licks his lips.

“Jacob,” I say to stop his thoughts that are entering my mind. “Is it something that you can tell me?”

“After she spoke of our children, I felt the pain of losing them all over again. She can project detailed images of certain events and that was one of them. I knew that she could make good on her promise to bring them back to life, but they could never age. They would forever be in childlike form. I would never do that to them. In that moment, I knew that whatever she did to me, whether it was burning, amputation, or marking me with Demons, it would never compare to watching our sons die. I’m sorry that I could not defend them, or you, or our home.”