Lila limped down the grand staircase, each step a wince, her white silk robe slipping off one shoulder to reveal dark purple bruises curling around her collarbone like lace. The morning sun poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, catching the sweat still glistening on her skin from last night's library carnage. Her hair was a tangled halo, lips swollen, eyes heavy with exhaustion and something darker—submission.
I stood at the marble island, shirtless, sweatpants slung low, plating buttermilk pancakes, crispy bacon, fresh strawberries drizzled with honey. The air was thick with vanilla, coffee, and the musk of our obsession.
I scooped Lila into my lap the moment she reached me. She yelped, then melted, her ass pressing into my already hard cock.
I fed her a strawberry from my fingers—slowly. She moaned softly, lips sucking the juice, tongue flicking my skin. Fuck. That sound. That mouth. I want to shove her onto the counter, spread her legs, and eat her until she screams. But I wait. I always wait. Until I can't.
Jennie grinned, tongue tracing her fork. "Morning, lovebirds. Nine rounds a day. Or share. remember?"
Lila blushed, burying her face in my neck.
Jennie winked, leaning forward so her cleavage spilled. "Pool time? We all deserve some fun after last night's symphony." She purred, eyes on me. "Elias can see Lila in a bikini. Wet, clinging, barely there."
My brain short-circuits. Lila in a bikini—tiny scraps of fabric barely covering my marks. Her body on display, every bruise screaming MINE. The water will make the fabric translucent.
I nodded instantly.
Jennie turned to Lila, voice silky. "Come on, baby. Sun, water, me. You'll look devastating."
Lila sighed, smiled weakly. "Fine."
I waited by the infinity pool, black swim shorts clinging to my thighs, water glistering under the noon sun. The tiles burned under my feet. I paced, cock half-hard just thinking about her.
Jennie strutted out—red string bikini, strings tied loose, breasts bouncing with every step. The fabric was so thin her nipples were visible. She twirled, ass jiggling. "Rate me, stud. Ten? Eleven?"
I ignored, eyes locked on the house. "Where's Lila?"
Jennie pouted, sultry. "Getting ready. You wrecked her—every touch stings. Takes time to cover your artwork."
She stepped closer, hips swaying, breasts brushing my arm. "Seriously—hot or not?"
"Fine."
She "accidentally" tugged her bra string—top fell. Breasts spilled—full, round, nipples hard in the sun.
She gasped, fake. "Oops. Help me tie it?"
Nothing. Not a flicker. My mind's already in the house, picturing Lila's fingers trembling as she ties those strings. I'm starving for her. Jennie's just a shadow.
I turned away. "Put it back on."
The glass door slid open.
Lila stepped out in a white string bikini—micro-triangles barely covering her nipples, strings knotted at hips and neck. Bruises like war paint on her thighs, collarbone, inner arms. Skin glowing under the sun, wet hair from the shower clinging to her back, lips glossy with balm. The bikini bottoms rode low, revealing the V of her hips, the faint outline of her pussy.
Jesus fucking Christ. She's not real. She's a fever dream I conjured from my darkest desires. Those bruises—MY bruises—scream ownership. Every inch of her is marked, claimed, ruined for anyone else. The way the fabric clings to her nipples, the way her hips sway with every step—she's walking sin. My cock's steel. My hands shake. I want to rip that bikini off with my teeth, bend her over the lounge chair, fuck her until the sun burns out. She's my drug, my religion, my goddamn apocalypse. I'd kill for her. I'd die for her. I'd burn the world to keep her.
I ran to her, stopped inches away, fists clenched so hard my knuckles cracked. "You're… fucking sexy."
She smiled, shy, hot, knowing.
That smile. It's a blade. It cuts through every defense. I'm feral. I'm hers. She owns me more than I own her. And she knows it.
Lila slipped into the water, laughing with Jennie. The sunlight turned the pool into liquid diamond, every droplet on her skin a spark. She swam, body gliding, breasts floating, ass peeking with every kick. Her bikini became translucent, nipples dark, pussy outlined.
She's my visual drug. Every ripple of water on her skin is a hit. Every laugh is a needle in my vein. I'm drowning in her. The way her bikini bottoms ride up, exposing the curve of her ass—my ass. The way her nipples press against the wet fabric—my nipples to bite. The way her thighs part when she floats—my thighs to spread. I can't think. I can't breathe. I need to be inside her. Now. Forever. She's not just want—she's necessity. Oxygen. Blood. If I don't fuck her, I'll die. If I don't claim her in front of the sun, the sky, the fucking universe, I'll go insane.
Jennie splashed her, laughing. Lila gasped, water cascading down her breasts.
That sound. That gasp. It's the same one she makes when I'm buried inside her. I'm done.
I snapped.
I dove in, strode through the water like a shark. Lila's eyes widened—she knew. She always knows.
"I tried," I growled, voice raw. "I can't control myself."
Truth. I'm a slave to her. She owns me more than I own her. And I love it. I hate it. I need it.
I grabbed her waist, crushed my mouth to hers—deep, hungry, teeth clashing, tongue invading. Licked the chlorine from her neck, sucked her shoulder until a new bruise bloomed. Bit her collarbone, hard. She gasped, nails digging into my back.
I yanked her bikini top down, freed her breasts. Sucked her left nipple—hard, teeth grazing, tongue swirling. Then the right. She moaned, head falling back, water lapping at her waist.
I lifted her to the pool edge, spread her thighs wide. The sun beat down on her wet skin, bruises glowing. I ripped her bikini bottom aside—strings snapping. Her pussy was swollen, glistening, mine.
"I'm going to devour you."
And I will. Every drop. Every scream. Every shudder. She's my altar. I worship with my tongue, my cock, my soul. Forever.