Page 45 of Fear Me Not

I nod against his hard shoulder. “Yes… oh, yes.”

He clearly doesn’t care about getting blood on his fingers. He adds a second finger, and I whimper with pleasure. It’s not only the delicious sensation of his thick fingers stretching me that makes me cry out. It’s having him this close to me again, to finally feeling like we might be bridging the gap between us. To think I might have it in my heart to forgive him.

24

BLAKE

I’m doing my best not to think about what I experienced in the drawing room, when I’d thought I was having sex with Aspen, only for it to be something else entirely. A bad dream, I want to tell myself, but deep down I know it was more. I know what the hotel is capable of, how it wants us to lose our minds so we’ll choose to join it for good. Together, we can beat it, though. We can be stronger than this place. All we have to do is stick together and not allow the hotel to drive a wedge between us.

Then again, I was doing a pretty good job of driving a wedge between us all on my own.

I slip my fingers from her body, not caring that they’re bloodied, and, still supporting her, reach past the shower screen to turn on the water. I quickly rid myself of my remaining clothes then carry her into the shower. Her legs are around my hips, her arms around my neck, and we kiss beneath the flow of water.

I wonder about her change of heart.

Did she see something other than a rat? She’d been so shaken, and now she’s kissing me instead of telling me to get out. Something seriously frightened her, but right now I’m just happy about the outcome.

My cock is rock hard, trapped between our bodies, and I’m desperate to be inside her. It feels like it’s been forever.

I lower her feet to the base of the shower stall so my hands are free to memorize her body. Her beautiful body, long limbs, and pale skin. Her breasts, tipped with those pink nipples, the perfect size and shape. She’s grown into such an incredible specimen of the female form, sometimes it’s hard to believe this is James Preston’s daughter.

I spin her around, flattening her tits against the cool tile and kicking her feet apart. Then I bend at the knee, my cock gripped in my hand to position myself at her entrance. With a grunt, I ram myself home. The sound she makes is a combination of shock and pleasure and pain, all rolled into one, and it turns me on even more.

“Fuck, Pen. Sweet girl. I’m sorry. I should have taken it more slowly.”

“No, I don’t want slow. I want you to fuck me, hard and fast.”

I pound my hips against her ass, my cock sliding in and out of her. “Does this feel good?”

“Yes, yes.”

Aspen cries out, her hands curling against the tile, unable to find purchase. The water darkens her hair by several shades and runs down her spine.

The blood makes her even wetter than normal. I glance down between us. There’s something both sordid and primal about fucking her with blood running down the insides of her thighs and slicking my cock.

I want to make her feel better, though—I didn’t lie to her about that. I genuinely do want her to be happy and content. I want so badly for her to decide to stay with us after the pass reopens, even with all the horrors Windridge Hall has to offer, it feels like a physical ache in my chest. She needs to see that we can all get through this, and that she needs us just as much as we need her.

I kiss her neck and shoulder and sink my teeth into the skin at the place where they meet. She pushes her ass out further, up on her tiptoes, wanting more.

I’d wanted to take this slowly, but now I’m inside her, I struggle to control myself. There had been a part of me that had feared I’d never get to feel her this way again. Pleasure churns at the base of my spine, threatening to erupt.

“I’m going to come inside you, sweet girl. Watch your blood mix with my cum.”

I reach around her body to circle her clit. Her entire body is shaking now, her legs trembling as I pound into her, like she’s struggling to hold herself up.

“Oh, Blake. I’m going to⁠—

Her inner muscles clamp down around me, squeezing me tight, and I allow myself to let go.

My orgasm breaks, racing up my spine and down my cock, spurting from my slit. My balls draw high in my body as I jerk and shudder, my cum filling her needy little pussy.

We both fall still, breathing hard, my chest against her back, our hearts beating fast. The shower water continues to fall around us, and I kiss her wet shoulder, and then she turns her face toward me, her eyes dazed, her cheeks flushed, so I can kiss her mouth.

I stay inside her for as long as possible but eventually grow soft. I slip out of her with a rush of cum and blood and twist her in my arms so I can look into her face.

“Blake don’t,” she says as I reach between her thighs to run my fingers through the mess.

“Why?”