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Your hands clenching hard on the sheets, moans out in a way you didn’t even know you could.
“Please…Simon…too much… aah…” Fragile beggings are the only thing you can produce now, with Simon holding you down by your waist, rock-hard shaft moving in and out of your already sore cunt.
“Love, just one more, you can take this.” He pressed a kiss on your shoulder blade, unrelentingly keeping his onslaught.
He doesn’t care about how your tears and fluids stain his favorite black bedsheet in a mess, doesn’t care about your tear a slit on it due to his bitter-sweet torture. He doesn’t need anything else as long as you are here, lying divinely below him.
Simon lets a satisfied groan leave his throat, he uses his whole body to pin you down now, and you can feel his chest rumbling with his contented purr.
Moving a strand of hair out of your face, he takes a good look at you. Hair messy, cheeks red after crying for too long, still coming down from the orgasm, you trance out with blurry eyes, finally fixate on him when he sews his lips with yours.
He kisses you tenderly this time, unlike those feral ones he usually gives you like he wants to devour you, so you can never leave him alone.
The corners of his lips curve up when he finds your lips move along his, although it’s just slightly, and out of survival instincts — he knows— but he would rather deceive himself that you are responding to his love.
He indulges in the hallucination for a while, eventually pulling away when he notices you squirming under him because you can barely breathe, he reaches to take a knife from the shelf he put when he came back to you hours ago, not thoughtless enough to leave such dangerous things alone with you.
He can see the fear in your eyes —mixed with a hint of relief maybe, which he ignores— when he looms over you with his knife in his hand.
“Simon…” you gasped when he pressed the tip of the blade against your chest, slowly and attentively digging into it, and tears started rolling down your pearl-like eyes again.
“shh…my love, it’s okay. Just a few seconds, you can do this, I know you can do this.” He coos in a low voice, if you aren’t in this situation, you will definitely find it alluring, but miraculously it still calms you down somehow, as the blade dances across your chest, and Simon keeps caressing your head and says something in a honey tone you can’t recognize because of the pain.
When he puts the knife into his pocket, you let out a pathetic sob, you can feel blood dripping from where he cuts you.
He scoops you into his arms, carrying you with a bridal style, you can see his face full of … bliss maybe, from this angle.
He supports you from behind when you plant your legs on the floor, through your indistinct mind, you can see both of your reflections from the mirror in front of you, and you finally know what he did to you with the knife.
His initials, stand out on your chest with the unpleasant red, imprint on your skin, not deep enough to make you lose a lot of blood, but surely will leave scars.
“You look perfect, too perfect.” Simon leans down to give you a chaste kiss on your cheek, and he hands you the knife.
“What…?” You are confused when you look down at the knife, and back to Simon.
and you inhale frightened when he takes your hand in his and digs the tip in his chest without any hesitation.
“Please! Simon! Don’t do this! I don’t want to hurt you! I don’t want to…” You try to pull back, but your effort is in vain under his power.
He sighs happily when he finishes guiding you. “You did it really well, hun.” he retrieves the knife from you.
and there it is, your initials on his chest, just like his on yours.
Your eyes water again when you see the red.
Simon watches you cling to his warm body unconsciously when you sleep.
Tear stains are still obvious on your face, but it doesn’t diminish your beauty, not even a bit.
and his gaze moves to his chest, with your name signed on it, and can’t be happier anymore.
You are his angel, who dropped into this chaotic world, to save him from the swamp of despair.
He can see the path to heaven in your eyes, he hopes you take him there or at least don’t forget him when you go back to heaven and leave him struggling in this hell again.
Which he knows you won’t, with his name written on you forever.