So where the fuck does that leave me now?Can’t keep her.
Can’t lose her.
I bring my fingers – trembling,Diofucking help me – to the side of her face, combing hair away from her injury.She flinches at my touch, but I don’t stop, and she doesn’t ask me to.Not even when my mouth replaces my fingers, lips grazing her wound, my tongue swiping over that torn place.
I groan, a full-body tremor wracking my frame, at the taste of her blood.
I’ve known for a long time that I’m not a psychologically healthy or normal individual.But I’ve never been one for phony vampire shit.Never had any interest in getting somebody else’s blood in my mouth.
Until now.
I feel like I’m accessing something sacred right now.Drinking down holy water but the holy water is her.She should burn me from the inside out, unworthy fucking demon that I am, but all she does is send darkness surging in me.
I taste her again, teeth grazing, tongue taking.Am I kissing her?Consuming her?I don’t have a fucking clue.Aurora gasps, her hands flying to my bare shoulders, fingers convulsing against my skin.
There’s another torn place on her body.The place that I’m responsible for.Will it taste like this?Like skin and shampoo and the celestial tang of her blood?A ragged sound of need tears from me.I think I’ll fucking die if I don’t find out.
My fingers shift and tighten on her hips, and in doing so, cause the towel to fall away.The white shape of it falls on either side of her, like crumpled wings.Wings I’ve damaged, wings I’ve ripped away.Her skin is flawless, rosy at the tips of her breasts, her nipples puckering into needy points.Goosebumps move over her in a great sweeping motion, like wind rustling through a meadow of flowers and grass.
She’s panting, still holding my shoulders.She doesn’t say a thing.
Not a single word to stop me.
Not a single word to save me.
Or to save herself.
My hands drop to her thighs, squeezing then pulling hard.She cries out as I drag her ass all the way to the edge of the counter.Keeping my iron hold on her thighs, I drop to my knees between them.She is silk beneath my fingers, velvet beneath my mouth as I take her there.Take her with my lips, my tongue, my teeth.Her thighs contract violently against my fingers, her pelvis shuddering and trying to rise right up off the counter.I snap my hands upwards, clenching them at her hips, pinning her in place.I fuse her perfect body to the flat chill of the marble at the same moment that I drag my teeth across her clit.
I groan deeply when she quakes in response.
“Right there, angel?”I murmur, dark, husky.I bite her, a tight nip to that swollen point of her flesh, and she gives a strangled shout in response.
And, fucking hell, I can see,feel, the way her pussy contracts needily in response.The way her hips are still fighting my hold, desperate for motion, trying to grind on me.
I’m losing control again.I can feel it unwinding inside me, like the spun string of a kite being carried off in a storm.If I stop now, maybe I can catch hold of it again.I contemplate this while I suck greedily on the salted pearl of her clit, and then again while I dive lower, punching my tongue through her folds, tasting her wetness, her blood, the ruinous disaster of her perfect fucking essence.
I could stand up and walk away, right fucking now.I could.
Should, even.
Until she utters one breathy little word, digging her fingernails into my skin.
“Please!”
Please what?Pleasestop?
Not a fucking chance.
And I don’t think that’s it, anyway.Because she’s writhing and twitching, her head thrown back as she moans so fucking prettily.When my tongue thrusts deep inside her, her hands rise to the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair, holding me possessively in place.
I nearly come in my pants, right fucking there, kneeling and untouched.My dick throbs painfully behind the stiffness of my black jeans, threatening to spew.Not because of Aurora’s flawless fucking pussy, the pussy milking me, the pussy I’ve made bleed.
But because of the way she’s grabbed on to me.Like she wouldn’t fucking let me go if I tried to leave her now.And maybe it’s just because she’s coming now, mewling and shuddering and clenching on my tongue.Maybe that’s the only reason she’s clutching at me.But it affects me all the same, and a part of me hates it, because all I ever wanted was to protect her.From everyone.From me.
I never wanted her to want me.It’s why I let her believe I only took her for her inheritance.So it would be all the easier for her to hate me.To leave me.
I don’t let up even as she starts to push my head away.I fuck her hard with my tongue, pressing the fronts of my teeth to her clit, lapping up sweetness and blood.This is more drugging than the fucking opioids.She’s the only thing that can enslave me now.She’s come up with the perfect concoction for my doom.And she did it without even fucking trying.
