“I thought you said I was yours? Are you throwing me away already?” Whitney asked instead of answering any of his questions.
Hating hearing those words coming out of her mouth, instead of answering, Blade spun her around, then yanked her back against his body, pinning her in place with a hand around her throat. His other hand dipped inside her jeans and panties, cupping her core with a finger poised just at her entrance without slipping inside her.
“Throwing you away, darlin’? Do you know that if I could, I would stay permanently inside you so I never have to be away from you.”
Sinking two fingers into her, when Whitney cried out, he shifted his hand from her neck and placed it over her mouth. The last thing he needed was anyone, passerby or crooked cop, to find them.
“Shh, darlin’. You make a sound, I stop. Got it?”
Only when she gave a shaky nod did he start to pump his fingers in and out of her tight, wet heat. With each thrust, he brushed his fingertips over her bud, before plunging them back in again and grazing that spot inside her that soon had her body squirming, and her breathing growing ragged, although she did her best to keep it quiet.
“Always mine,” he growled in her ear as he picked up his pace. “Never throwing you away.”
“Not flying away, not a steppingstone, too good for me,” Whitney whispered, her hips rocking against him as he continued to work her body.
“Never,” he snarled, angry at hearing her put herself down. “You're too good for me. You're perfect, and I want to watch every second of you finding your wings and flying high. Come now, darlin’, want to feel you clench around my fingers, want to know I'm the only one who’s ever brought you pleasure.”
Like his words held power, Whitney combusted, coming with a scream, she did her best to mute it. But he didn't give her time to float down from her high. Just shoved her jeans down her hips, unzipped himself, and slammed into her in a single thrust, causing her to cry out, forgetting to mute herself this time.
“Told you not to make a sound, didn't I, darlin’?” he asked as he pulled his knife out, stroking the tip backward and forward across her neck. “You won't make that mistake again, will you?”
Frantic shaking of her head made him chuckle.
“That’s right, my girl is a fast learner. You like me filling you up, don’t you, darlin’?”
“Yes,” she whispered, the word barely more than a breath of air.
“And you want me to move, don’t you, darlin’? Make you come all over me?”
“Yes.”
“Then be a good girl for me and let me remind you how ludicrous the idea of me ever growing tired of you is.”
Not bothering to keep his thrusts gentle, Blade slammed into her over and over again. As he did, he circled one of her wrists, lifted her hand, then with a single slice cut open her palm. Her cry of pain quickly morphed into one of pleasure as he pulled all the way out then slammed back home.
Touching soothing kisses to the slender column of her neck, Blade released his hold on her wrist, then sliced along his own palm. Tucking his knife away, he reclaimed his hold on Whitney and pressed their bloody palms together.
“Bound by blood now, darlin’,” he whispered against her soft skin.
Closing his lips over the hollow in her neck where her pulse was fluttering wildly, Blade sucked lightly at first and then harder, as he moved their joined hands to her bundle of nerves, pressing Whitney’s palm against her bud as his covered hers, and moved them both.
“You’ll never doubt me again, will you, darlin?” he demanded.
Tilting her head so she could look over her shoulder at him, she met his question with one of her own. “And you’ll never doubt me again, either, right?”
“Right,” he said on a chuckle, and she nodded.
“No doubts. This is crazy, what's happening between us, so fast, and so unexpected, but it’sourcrazy.”
“Our crazy,” he agreed as he banded an arm around her waist and slammed into her again and again, until he felt her internal muscles quiver, and then she bit her lip to keep her scream in as she clamped around him, her hips undulating as her orgasm tore through her.
Allowing his own release to crash down upon him, he held onto his girl, an anchor in all the storms of life, the good ones and the bad, Blade tried to accept the fact that in just a matter of minutes, he had to pull out of her and then let her walk off alone to fight their enemy without him by her side.
January 15th
1:21 P.M.
She was really doing this.
