“No, you didn’t!” She jerks away from me, dragging me out of her hot, perfect cunt. I growl in protest, try to pull her back. Not with all my Hunter’s strength, though. Part of me wants to see what she does next. I can, after all, still feel her pounding lust.
Chloe twists around on the couch and slaps me hard on the chest, like she’s trying to shove me back. I grin at her.
“You think that’s enough to hurt me?” I say, and she screeches in vexation?—
Right before she slashes at me with her nails.
That, I do feel: a pleasant, burning sting on my skin. I grin at her, feeling all my wickedness come to the surface, and try to grab at her again.
She shoves me with all her strength and knocks me onto her floor in front of the fire, on top of the mound of blankets that are piled up there. I don’t move, just lie on my back staring at her as she rises from the sofa like some vengeful goddess, all the lushness of her body glowing in the firelight. My cock throbs, gleaming against my stomach.
Chloe stalks toward me and straddles my waist, grabbing my cock with a forcefulness that makes me grunt.
“You left me,” she whispers, batting my cock against her clit. “You fucking left me alone.”
She slaps herself harder, and my cockhead screams at the impact.
“You made me kill you,” she pants, and the blend of emotions I feel from her is exquisite. She’s turned on, talking about this. Angry and turned on. I buck my hips up, trying to catch her cunt. She squeezes my cock in warning.
“Why me?” she whispers, leaning in close to my face, her breasts brushing against my chest. Her eyes blaze angrily. “Why did it have to be me?”
She’s still holding my cock in her fist, like she might tear it out if I give the wrong answer. But she’s drenched in desire, too.
I slide my hands up between us, wait until I know she’s looking at them.
“Because there’s nothing more intimate than killing,” I tell her.
Chloe stares at me, her chest heaving, her hair falling around her shoulders to hide the marks I made on her skin. At first, I’m not sure if she understands. Explaining what it’s like, the intimacy of death, of wearing another person’s blood on your skin, would take so many more words than what I have. But she’s experienced it now. She gave me that gift.
And then I feel it, her realization. Her blood starts rushing. Her eyes widen. Her cunt gets even hotter.
“That feeling?” I say, my hands shaking. “I don’t want to share it with anyone else.”
Chloe’s lips part and her eyes gleam. Beside us, one of the logs in the fire collapses, and the sparks and the ash drift into the air.
And then she sinks her drenched pussy back down on my cock.
She sighs as she pulls me into her, throwing her head back and grinding against my cock like she’s dragging me up inside her cunt to trap me there. I’d let her, honestly. After six months in the ground, this is all I want—to lie down on the floor while Chloe pleasures herself on my dick, the firelight flickering along her skin. She fucks me hard, almost as hard as I fucked her, bouncing up and down on my cock with enough force that my hips ache. I don’t care. I’m too mesmerized by the sight of her tits shaking as she rides me, at the dark spot of blood on her throat from where I bit her. I lick my lips and swear I can taste the salt of it again.
“You left me,” she pants, squeezing her pussy down tight around my cock. “You fucking left me.”
I run my hands up her thighs, the muscles taut with exertion. Chloe groans and then drops her head down, her eyes meeting mine, her body quivering. There’s an accusatory gleam in her gaze, and she grinds down harder, squeezing my dick like she wants to tear it off.
Somehow, I manage to sign, “Punish me for it.”
Chloe grunts and falls forward, bracing her hands on either side of my head, and pumps back and forth on my dick. Then she slaps me hard on the face. The sting is as beautiful as any kiss.
I grin. She does it again, and her fucking is wild and frantic. She’s getting close, though; I can feel it in the riot of her body. Her walls flutter around me, and her face twists in the firelight.
When she lifts her hands to hit me a third time, I wrap my fingers lightly around her throat.
That’s all it takes. Chloe’s hand falls as she screams out her pleasure and wrenches out of my grip to sit up and sinks all the way down on my cock again, her pussy spasming hotly around me. As her orgasm fades, she slumps down, her hair falling into her eyes, her tits heaving from her still-quickened breath.
Don’t you dare fucking stop.
And I don’t intend to. I muster up all my strength and grab her by the waist and flip our positions, pressing her down on the floor. Chloe gasps and keens and squirms around my dick, but I pull out of her completely. I’ve already come in her once. I want to do it somewhere else, this time.
So I kneel, one leg on either side of her writhing body. I grip my cock and point it at her pretty, swollen lips as I fuck my hand, her sweet arousal making the friction as smooth as honey. Chloe watches me from under heavy lids, and with my free hand, I reach over and pry her mouth so I can see the lovely pink of her tongue.
