Page 44 of Fatal Vengeance

I almost say yes. I almost promise to lie in his arms until his breathing evens out and he’s lost to the peace of his dreams. But then I study the tension in his shoulders, the crease of his eyes, and I know he isn’t quite ready to go inside and get the curious, cautious gazes from everyone else.

Instead, I shake my head as I slowly peel his sweatpants and boxers further down his legs. Creed sucks in a deep breath when his hard cock bounces out, already leaking precum as if the act of me slicing into his skin was enough to have him halfway to an orgasm.

Dirty, kinky, filthy man.

I love it.

“What are you—“

I cut him off by flicking my tongue out and tasting the salty drop waiting for me. Creed groans, tipping his head back.

“Making sure you have no trouble falling asleep by the time we finally make it inside,” I answer, my voice dark and sultry, before I take him into my mouth. I wrap my hand around the base, the one that had brushed over his new cuts, so a bit of blood smears over his dick. For a second, I pause, looking at the deep crimson against his pale skin, wondering if I’m taking things too far, but then I realize this is Creed. There’s no such thing as too far with him.

Gently, so I don’t hurt him, I gather a little more blood as it drips lazily from the wound, and then I really get to work bringing him to nirvana. There’s not enough blood to coat him entirely — I didn’t cut too deep, after all — but just enough to give my hand some lubrication as it slides up and down Creed’s cock. It’s perfect and depraved, and so totally us that my panties are soaked in about two seconds.

“Fuck, baby,” Creed pants, thrusting his hips forward almost lazily, as if he’s in no rush for this to be over. I peer up at him as I take him deep, hollowing my cheeks and sucking just the way I know he likes. Creed rakes his teeth over his bottom lip, his chest rising and falling with his heavy breaths. “You’re a goddamn vision, Prudence,” he groans. “You look equal parts heavenly and sinful with my cock deep in your mouth. Like some twisted, fallen angel, created just for me.”

His softly growled words have my toes curling and I hum my approval. Jesus fuck, I’d give anything to have him shove me onto the ground and take me as wild and rough as he wants, but I refrain from saying as much. Right now needs to be just for Creed, my beautifully broken man. Some mindless pleasure to chase away the last of his demons.

With one hand wrapped around his thick cock, I bring the other one up to cup his balls. I tease my fingers along the smooth skin just behind them as I take him as far as I can and then swallow, drawing a ragged curse from him.

Another bead of blood rolls down from the cuts I made, and without really even thinking, I pull my mouth from his dick so I can lick it up.

That snaps the last of Creed’s control, and suddenly, he’s fisting a hand in my hair. “Show me,” he demands darkly, holding my head still, so he doesn’t miss a single expression on my face. I smirk and then flatten my tongue out, showing off the smear of red sitting there. “Good fucking girl,” he rumbles, his voice sin personified. And then he leans down and crashes his mouth on mine, stealing his blood straight from my tongue.

I moan from the delicious abuse, my lips already swollen from the rough kiss. Creed sucks my tongue into his mouth, taking all I have to offer, and then bites my lip, tugging on it like he just can’t get enough of me. He drops to his knees in front of me, his hand still in my hair, and all the while, he doesn’t stop kissing me. Or no. Kissing isn’t the right word.

He’s consuming me. Devouring my very soul. Owning me in every way.

“Fuck, Creed,” I whimper against his lips, leaning into his body and wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Lie back, Ember,” he orders, and I so do willingly. Once I’m flat on my back, the cold, damp grass beneath me, Creed says, “It’s your turn.”

I don’t know what he means at first, but then he looks around until he finds the discarded knife. When he grabs it and turns to look down at me again, there’s a devilish glint in his eyes that nearly sends me tumbling into a climax.

Good lord, have mercy.

He straddles my hips, his knees on either side of me while he lifts my shirt, exposing my bare nipples to the cold night air. They pebble immediately, begging for attention, for his mouth and fingers, for anything he’s willing to give.

As if reading my mind, Creed grazes the blade up my stomach and circles the point around each nipple before dropping down and taking the right one into his mouth. I hiss and moan, trying to stay still beneath that knife, but my god, it’s fucking hard.

“Is this okay?” Creed breathes against my skin, peering up at me through his wild black hair.

I nod eagerly. “God, yes. Please, I need this.”

“Need what?” he asks with a wicked, teasing smile. He knows exactly what I need, but he wants me to say it, put it out into the universe before he makes his move.

I curl my hand around his over the hilt of the knife, carefully pressing down until it nicks my skin. “Mark me,” I beg, holding his intense honeyed gaze. “Do it, Creed. Please.”

“I fucking love when you beg,” he growls, and then settles into position, poising the knife on the skin just above my right breast.

The first slice of the blade has me hissing out a pained breath, and Creed pauses, checking in with me with a single worried glance. I shake my head, telling him, “No, I’m fine. Don’t stop.”

He rewards me with a feral smile, his hard and likely aching dick pressed against my thigh while he works. I have half a mind to reach down and finish what I started, but I don’t want to distract him.

Having Creed above me, cutting into me with a knife, has my mind flickering between past and present. But as much as thoughts of Mark make me want to retch until I’m weak, panic never sets in. Not now, not tonight, because this is Creed and he’ll never ever hurt me. Even now, marking me and drawing blood, he’s not pressing in too deep and he keeps looking into my eyes for signs that I might want him to stop. Of course I don’t, though.

We both needed this… I needed this.

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