He gathers crimson liquid from my neck. His tattooed hand grips his cock. He strokes it a few times, using the blood as lube. He guides his bloody dick along my slick opening, and I brace myself for the inevitable pain that’s undoubtedly going to possess me.
His hands spasm as he works the tip against my hole, teasing us both. Why is he denying himself? Is he addicted to torment?Judging by his rigid jaw and struggling composure, it’s pushing him further towards the edge.
The faint trickle of blood seeps down my neck. His eyes instantly flick to the crimson goodness as it expands along the white fabric. It only adds fuel to the fire. He releases my wrist and roughly rips my sweater in two effortlessly. I’m no match for his strength. He roughly leads me onto the bed and forces my legs open. His pants are now completely shucked from his body. He stands before me in all his naked glory. His scars paint a picture of a fucked-up life, and all I want to do is understand him. Growing up the way I have leaves little room for understanding guys like him. His face twists in disgust when he catches my line of sight.
“You’re perfect,” I whisper.
He cocks his head, like he’s never heard such a thing.
I feel vulnerable and exposed laid out before him on a silver platter. He looks godly, powerful, and masculine. He digs out his knife without a word. He also pulls out two small pills from his jeans that are discarded at his feet. His eyes turn to his stomach. He heaves, bracing himself. I watch in horror as he drags the blade along his scars, adding another to his collection. He lets out a powerful howl of pleasure as blood seeps down his body. I’m glued to his every move, watching, waiting. His body twitches and adrenaline courses through his veins. The knife clatters to the floor, and his fingertips collect his fluids. He opens his mouth and places one of the pills on his tongue while he sucks blood from his fingertips.
“Zain…” My fractured voice is thick with dread. I shouldn’t be transfixed on his psycho behavior, but I can’t find it in me to look away or stop him. Instead, all it does is stir something deep within me, something I don’t understand.
His voice is dripping with raw pleasure. “Told you I wanna cover you in my blood and cum.”
I pause.
“Open,” he instructs.
I whimper. His face turns thunderous, so I quickly obey.
He slips the pill onto my tongue, and it dissolves. His bloody fingers linger on my lips, painting them in his blood. Then he uses his bloodstained hand and strokes up his shaft again. His piercings clanking against the rings that rest along his fingers. His body comes down on me, shrouding me in his sin. Blood, warm and thick, coats both of our bodies, and he thrusts his cock inside me with one swift motion.
My entire body snaps tight. My back bows, and I cry out. Pressure and heat course through me. He doesn’t start slow, instead he gets into a deep, punishing rhythm. Never have I felt so connected with another human being. The burning inside me refuses to extinguish, and I let out a shrill scream. It hurts. The pain is too much. He slams his blood-slicked hand over my mouth, silencing my cries.
“You aremineto own.Mineto break.Mineto pleasure,” he reminds me. He’s dangerous and unchained. His once-void eyes for the first time now hold a deep fire within them that draws me in. My nails score his back, and it spurs him on. He slams so deep inside of me I see stars. My body is begging to release. His piercings rub against the sensitive spot deep within me. I fist the sheets.
“Zain, it hurts!” I try to scream through his hand, but it comes out muffled. My hands reach up to dislodge him. It’s useless, he’s bigger, stronger.
He fucks me harder, silencing my cries and desperate attempts. His other hand grasps my hip, painting me in blood like a ritualisticoffering. He drills into me with reckless abandon. Nothing can stop him from his frenzied feral hunger that is tearing through his veins.
“Take my pain. Feed my demons, songbird. Chase your release.”
Tears leak from my eyes, making my dark hair stick to my cheeks. The pain blooms into pleasure, though I’m incapable of focusing on it.Thiswas the insatiable hunger my parents have tried to hide me from. My center ignites, and I dare to look down at where we are connected. It almost pushes me over the edge of blissful pleasure. My torso is a bloody mess as each drop of his crimson fluid falls upon my skin with each wild thrust. He sinks his teeth into my neck again, and I whimper into his palm. Our bodies slapping together sets me ablaze. He struggles to hold back, as do I.
“So tight. My little virgin.” He grins wickedly and pumps deeper inside of me.
Now the tears flow freely. I’m scared. Scared of how much I like this and how messed up and wrong all of this is. If I thought that would stop him, I was dead wrong; it only makes him thrust into me harder. He releases his hand from my mouth. His dark, sweat-soaked tendrils cling to his skin. Before I can even attempt to open my lips in a pleading cry, he seizes my jaw painfully, forcing my mouth open. I fight against his grip. His eyes are wild with chaotic delirium.
“Open wide, songbird.” His savage, hoarse voice leaves no room for denial. He gives me no choice as he pinches harder, forcing my jaw wide. He leans into me, inhales against my chest. He licks the blood from between my breasts, grazing over my nipples as he does with a savage hunger. Then he leans over me again and spits directly into my mouth. It’s a mix of blood, spit, and sweat. I want to gag, but he doesn’t let me. “Swallow,” he instructs darkly. I whimper and beg him with my tear-stained eyes. I taste the salt on my tongue. “Now.”
His spit slides down my throat. The copper tang hit my taste buds. I let out a harsh choking sputter. He doesn’t stop pounding into me relentlessly like he’s chasing a high.
“That’s my good songbird. Did you like that?” he coos.
I shake my head as my insides spasm. My entire body convulses. I’m unable to figure out if it’s from the need to come or my body’s attempt to rationalize this chaotic, irrational behavior. “Zain, please,” I say through my wet tears.
He slows his thrusts enough to whisper, “Please what? Please let you come? Please stop? Please fuck you harder till you collapse?” His words are like silk on his tongue. Dark, twisted and mocking.
His hand comes up to my throat and paints more blood along my jawline. His eyes trail his every move, memorizing every motion. His cock is still buried inside me. I’m conflicted. I’m ashamed that I want him so badly, and that I’m enjoying his sick games. For the first time, I feel like I’m in control of my own choices and responsible for my own mistakes. It scares me that he’s a mistake I want to keep repeating over and over. My body starts to relax, and time slows around me. Whatever he forced into my system is sending me into a catatonic state. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
His head cocks to the side, gray eyes burning into me. His necklace swings against his neck and he starts moving inside me again giving me no reprieve.
“Feel that? Just wanna give you a taste of my world, songbird.” His voice is muffled, as if we’re underwater. His eyes slam shut, and he moves in a steady rhythm.
My vision goes hazy, my mind fuzzy. The feeling is euphoric. Pressure builds inside me. I need to come. His eyes flutter open. Hecocks his head, drinking me in. My body melts into the mattress under me. He fills this strange void I didn’t know I had inside me.
His words fade into the background, but I make out, “Focus on my cock, Vesper.” His voice echoes around me as my eyelids slip closed, and I struggle to stay awake. I want to drown in this feeling, let it pull me under. My mind slows down, and I hum in pleasure, focusing on my building orgasm. The faintest touch against my thigh registers, but I focus on how his piercings massage my inner walls. The sharpest pain against my skin draws a breath from me. I whimper. After a few minutes, the pain subsides, and I’m left with a burning sensation. I push it away as his hand roams along my clit, circling it. It doesn’t take me long to topple over the edge and into the throes of the most intense orgasm of my life.
