She pushed her hips back onto me and I groaned, grabbing a fistful of her hair. “Don’t toy with a starved man, Princess.”
“Please, Grayson. No holding back,” she begged. And I melted.
Anything for my princess. I pulled out of her and grabbed hold of her waist, then slammed back into her, earning a cry of pain and pleasure from Ava. It was my undoing. I thrusted into her, harsh and unforgiving, chasing my own pleasure with each stroke inside of her. The feel of her soft warmth was enough to drive me insane.
I snaked my hand around her body and grabbed her by the throat, using it to hold her steady as I slammed into her. The shirt that I’d tied around her waist, came loose, getting in my way.
That reminded me. I made her a promise.
I pried the knife from her fingers, continuing my steady, hard thrusts. I pulled her closer to me by her throat, making her stunning body arch for me.
Dear God.
Her tits bounced as I defiled her, her strangled cries only egging on my depravity. I flipped the knife open and held it by the blade, then pressed the hilt against her clit, making her rub against it with each of my relentless thrusts.
I was so fucking high on the feel of her, that it took me a while to register the sting in my hand. All my muscles were tensed, my hand clamped too tightly around the blade.
I lifted my hand to see the blood trailing down my arm.
“Gray,” Ava called out, worriedly.
I flipped the blade in my hand. “You see that, baby? I bleed for your pleasure.”
“Oh, gods,” she whimpered.
“That’s it, little star. And now you’re going to bleed for mine.” I pressed the knife against her side, over the shirt, at the exact same spot where she’d shot me. “A scar for a scar.”
Ava’s moans were wild with pleasure. “Yes, baby. A scar for a scar,” she rasped breathlessly as I pounded into her.
I let the knife drag through her shirt and skin as her body jolted with my thrust.
“Oh, gods, yes!” she screamed, and I felt her pussy tighten around me.
God fucking Almighty!Why the hell did she love it so much when I scarred her? I was a sadistic monster, cutting up the woman I loved more than life. It was unnatural. Dark. Heinous.
But Ava was about to come all over my cock from it.
I pressed my lips to her ear. “Look how far you’ve fallen, my glowing angel. So lost in my grotesque shadows.”
“Not lost… Home,” she managed as her body went rigid.
My own orgasm threatened to overtake me as her words burrowed deep down into my guts, carving themselves into my ribs.
I lifted the knife, coated in our blood, to her lips, aware of just how close she was, wanting to push her over the edge, into my ungodly darkness. “Then open your sinful little mouth and lick the blade.”
Ava
Foronce,Graysonsleptlonger than his usual three to four hours. His breathing was even and rhythmic, and together with his heartbeat, it was the lullaby that had lulled me to sleep on countless nights.
But not tonight. Tonight,Iwas the one lying awake with a brain that just couldn’t shut off. My world felt like it was spinning wildly and I struggled to get a grasp of my emotions.
My eyes were locked on the plate of pancakes, garnished with pomegranate seeds and a pomegranate syrup, only half eaten, before Grayson decided I was tastier.
I ripped my eyes away from the plate, sighing silently, then slowly slipped out of Grayson’s arms. The stone walls were suffocating me and I needed fresh air. I needed to feel the wind on my face and the grass beneath my feet.
I pulled my fluffy nightgown over my naked body and managed to open the bedroom door without a creak. I made my way to the end of the dark hallway, greeting the almost translucent old man sitting in the shadows of the study with a nod as I passed him. I carefully took the round, uneven stairs down to the ground floor, then slipped out a side door that led to the cliffs that I could see from our bedroom window. Another bewitching view that Grayson had picked out when he chose this side of the castle for us.
There was a lone tree near the edge of the cliff, bent and bowed by years of harsh winds, but it stood strong and proud, not yet broken and still growing stronger each day.
