Page 91 of Vicious Knight

His hot cum floods my body, pulsing through my soul. I’m used to that sensation in my mouth. Having it inside my pussy feels different. It’s indescribable.

He whispers my name into my ear, then he slows right down to a stop.

Thorne rests his forehead on the door behind me until his breathing slows down, too.

He pulls back far enough to look into my eyes. I’m covered in sweat.

Sweat is dripping down the side of his face, too.

Carefully he eases himself out of me and we both watch the gush of blood run down my thighs mixed with his cum. The remnants of my virginity.

A quiver ripples through me at the sight of it. Like a wakeup call from reality of what I just did. What we just did.

I’m so sore the pain is traveling down my legs, but it’s a good pain. A sort of bitter-sweet feeling.

Thorne grabs a wad of tissues from the dresser next to us, rolls them together, and cleans me.

It’s strange watching him do something so tender. Then he presses his lips to the smooth mound of my pussy and kisses it. He kisses his way across the skin and up to my hip before standing and planting his hands on either side of me.

“You’re staying the weekend, and we’re staying in here.” He keeps his eyes glued to mine. “No arguments, you hear me?”

“Yes.”

Chapter 20

Thorne

I blend into the shadows of my room like a creature of the night.

It’s just past three a.m. so that still silence of the darkness reigns.

The only light around me is the faint moon spilling through the windows and the red glow from the end of my joint.

I take a hit, hold the smoke deep in my lungs, and allow the psychedelic effect of the joint to take me. It’s good, but it's nothing like her.

Nothing has ever been as good as the little deer asleep in my bed with her silver hair teasing the moon.

Finally she looks the way I’ve always wanted her to look. Like I fucked her the way I’ve always wanted.

She fell asleep an hour ago, after the last time, which was the third time.

I want more, so much more, and that’s the problem. I keep wanting more. From her.

She’s fucking with my system and making me act in ways I never thought possible.

If anyone else had poured a drink over me the way she did at the poolside they would have at best ended up in the ER.

Then to slap me. And in front of everyone?

Fuck, no.

I would have never stood for that, but this girl has been the exception to every rule written in the book.

I never knew I could be as obsessed with anything as much as I am with her, and I slipped up by telling her.

I don’t even care. It was obvious. Just not to her. Or maybe it was but she kept resisting the truth.

I know I did, too, to some extent, even though I accepted it. Then I found myself cleaning her blood mixed with my cum, and possession stirred in my soul.

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