“Ferrin…” She trails off, her nails going deeper into my shoulder, her gaze fixed on us. She’ll draw blood, but I’m about to make her bleed too, so I want it all.
My forehead drops to hers. “Shh. Hush. Hold onto me. It’s going to feel so good in a minute. So fucking good, princess. I swear it. I’ll make you come so hard. A little pain before the pleasure. You can take it. You’re doing such a good job for me.”
I pull my hand off my dick and rub her clit as I draw back and push in farther this time. The angle isn’t great. It actually kind of sucks, and I can tell it’s worsening her pain. I was impatient, but I can’t be that if I want to make it great, let alone incredible, for her.
With a growl, I pick her up again. My cock slips out, and I hold her against me without pushing in. I walk us into the bedroom, all the way over to the bed, where I set her down. We’re both dripping water everywhere, the towel having slipped off somewhere along the way, but fuck it, because with her splayed out like this…
Shit.
My chest tightens, and I can’t take in a full breath. I’m staring at her, and I can’t stop.
“Just do it. I can’t take the slowness.”
My hand glides across her tits, and I climb over her, positioning myself between her spread thighs. “You’re sure?”
“Yes. Please.”
I wrap my hand around her chin and rest my thumb on her bottom lip as I line my cock up with her entrance and thrust. She wails and tenses, her back arching and her face pinching up in agony. I stick my thumb into her mouth, and she bites the pad. I hiss out a breath, both from the bite and the fucking squeeze of her cunt around my cock.
I lower my body on top of her, my elbows in the mattress on either side of her head, and push the rest of the way in until I’m fully seated. I hold her face and kiss her, trailing my lips along her jaw and neck to her ear.
“Breathe, darlin’. Breathe for me. The worst is over.”
“It’s… horrible.”
I nibble on her chin. “Don’t sugarcoat it for me.”
“Ferrin. Really. It’s awful.”
I kiss her and hold her closer. “I’m sorry, baby. I know it is. Try to relax. I will make it feel good. You just have to get past this part first. I’m going to move, and I’ll make it better.”
The feel of finally being inside her is doing nothing to ease my need. I’m hungrier than ever. I slide out and look down. Blood. This time it’s hers.
I reach between us and touch it, gathering it on my fingers before I put them in my mouth. She gasps, her eyes wide, and I smile like the devil.
She has no clue what she’s in for with me, but she’s about to find out.
23
GENEVIEVE
I’m on fire. Hot and flushed despite my wet body and cold hair. I feel as though he split me in two from the inside out. He’s holding still, which I appreciate, but I don’t think he’s doing that for me.
His fingers that were coated in my blood slip from his lips. His wicked smile holds me for a moment before he bends and kisses me. I catch the faintest hint of metallic, but it’s gone just as quickly, eclipsed by the taste of him.
He pumps into me without thrusting. Pushing, rocking, stretching, teasing. He does this until the sharp pain slowly morphs into something else. It’s as if he’s pressing on an ache, and with every time he pushes against it, it gets better and better.
“Fuck,” he grits out, and before I know what he’s doing, he pulls out of me again. For a moment, I think he’s done, and that was it, but then he’s on his knees, pulling me to the edge of the bed. His tongue is back in me, swirling around, and oh my fucking god!
My hands fly above my head, and I grip the comforter, pulling and holding on.
“What are you doing?” I manage between gasps and moans. The way he’s eating me this time is not gentle.
“I want to taste your blood and cum together.”
What the actual fuck? That can’t be hot. That should be gross. But… it’s not. It’s sick and depraved and taboo and dirty. His tongue plunges inside me, pumping in and out before he sucks on my clit so hard I think I might pass out.
“Ferrin! Inside me! You said you’d make it feel good, and I need you to do that.”