He smirks, his face flushed. “Sogood,” he replies.
Satisfied, I rock my hips and start fucking his cock. Touching the pads of my fingers to the blood pouring out of the cuts I just gave him, I bring them upwards and run them over my jaw, my chin, and my breasts, relishing in the heady scent as it hits my senses.
“I love you so goddamn much,” Dorran says, then lets out a broken moan. His short nails dig into my waist as he holds me firmly, then tips his head back, causing his Adam’s apple to bob. “Shit, your cunt feels so good clenching around me,” he hisses. “Fuck my cock faster, Little Swan. Fucking use me like you own me.”
The insides of our thighs slap as I ride him harder, loving the burning ache of his cock stretching me further. “Idoown you.” Keeping my gaze on him, I bring my fingers to my lips and suck his blood off them. The metallic taste settles on my tongue for a bit, then rapidly dissolves down my throat.
“How’s it taste?” he asks.
“Like molten ecstasy,” I reply, placing the switchblade on Dorran’s chest. “Now, cutme.”
The smile he gives me is more sinister than eager. “Finally.” He swipes up his weapon and easily flips it in his grasp, and then, pressing the blade between my tits, he takes his time in drawing a long cut all the way down to the top of my navel.
I cry out, both at the sting, and at the sudden wave of pleasure that rushes over me because of the pain. “You’re right, thatdoesfeel great.”
He chuckles. “Glad you like it.” He brings the sharp end of his blade to his lips before licking our blood from it. Throwing the weapon on the table behind him, he reaches up and circles a hand around my throat, then pulls me down before pressing his lips to mine.
I claw at his wrist as I open for him, kissing him hastily as I continue to move my hips against his.
We hiss, we bite, and then we kiss some more as we continue to fuck, and if it weren’t for us being out of breath, I’m pretty sure we wouldn’t have pulled away.
I move back, taking Dorran’s left hand with me, then wipe his entire palm over my raw cut, ignoring the throbbing sting it causes. I then bring his hand to my chin, neck, and my sternum, painting them red. And, when he voices his approval to what I’m doing with a low grunt, I use his palm to coat my breasts and stomach with my blood as well.
I whisper a curse when he pinches my right nipple, using his other hand to keep a steady grip on my waist so that he can guide my movements.
Everything we’re doing right now – it feels wild, forbidden. And still, it feels so brazenly beautiful that it consumes every fiber of my bleeding, yearning body.
My pussy clenches around him with each thrust, and every time his piercing hits that sweet, motherfucking spot inside me, my vision turns into a haze of bokeh.
I grab the sectional for support when my lower back stiffens and my abdomen tightens, signaling my release. “Dor, I’m close,” I breathe. “Oh, fuck, I’m so close.”
“So am I,” he tells me, pounding into me with short, quick thrusts.
I can feel him pulsing against my walls, so I clench around him again, rotating my hips to match his speed.
Sunlight streams into the room from the glass window to my far-right, warming us. But with how much we’re sweating, it’s more of an inconvenience than a relief.
“C’mere,” Dorran orders.
My blood-slicked hand slides against the sectional as I bend to hover over him, only to gasp when he wraps one arm around my middle, and uses the other to hold onto my hair.
His movements are rougher now, more relentless. Dorran pulls out, then slams into me again, and that single thrust takes me over the edge. He swallows my screams by crushing his lips to mine, then all but growls against my mouth as he, too, gives into his release.
He fills me with thick, hot spurts of his cum, and when he starts slowing down, I hear the wet sound of his cock as he pushes it inside my dripping entrance once more.
My body is trembling, and so is his. Each one of his exhales is merging with mine as we kiss, and everything about this moment is just perfectly satiating. Letting go of myself fully and trusting Dorran with my body is one of the easiest decisions I’ve made in our relationship. He knows how to work me, knows how far to take me before bringing me back to myself. I appreciate every bit of control he gives, and every bit of it that he takes from me. It’s a prime balance, our chemistry – one that helps keep things stabilized in our otherwise chaotic life.
Dorran breaks the kiss and touches his forehead to mine. “Remind me why we haven’t done this before?”
“What, have bone-tiring sex?”
He bumps his nose against mine. “No, smartass. This…” He shows me his blood-soaked hand. “Why haven’t we fucked while bleeding?”
“Umm, because every time wedobleed, it’s on the field duringmissions.”
“Your point being…?”
I move back and playfully slap his jaw. “Don’t act cocky. In case you’ve forgotten,you’rethe one who gets all riled up when anyone but you see me in a suggestive kind of way.”
