Page 92 of A Study of Blood and Ichor

My whole body tensed as he drew out completely, before driving back in again in one hard stroke. There was no way to hold back my trembling whimper as I threw my hands into the pillows behind me, clutching onto them for dear life.

“Don’t fight it,” Rory said, his voice soft and a little shaky, like he was barely holding himself together. “Relax, sweetheart.”

He ran one hand through my hair and then down the length of my body, and I commanded my muscles to relax just as he’d asked. His cock pulsed inside me, and my inner walls clamped around him in answer.

His thrusts turned to even, measured strokes that had me melting into him more than I ever thought possible. My body shook each time he hit that spot inside, and my toes curled into the sheets. He was building me up slowly, with torturous care and precision, but I was insatiable, desperate for everything he had to give me.

Rory raised himself to his knees, angling my hips up as he pulled me with him so that my legs fell to either side of him. As if he knew what I wanted without even having to ask. With his fingers digging into my hips, Rory fucked me fast and hard. I nearly screamed as he drove into me. The sight of him pumping in and out with such vicious enthusiasm was enough to send me hurtling straight to the edge. Clenching around him, I bit my bottom lip hard enough that my mouth filled with the bitter iron taste of blood.

“Fuck, Ava,” Rory groaned as he continued his steady, pounding rhythm into me. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?” His eyes were hooded, drunk on the sensations of our bodies coming together over and over again. “You’re making it so hard for me to want to ever give him back control.”

“Rory, please don’t stop,” I begged him. The tingling sensations were building quickly at the base of my spine, and my whole body flushed with warmth. I wound my legs tighter around his waist.

"You’re trembling.” He smirked. “Are you going to come for me?”

I nodded, unable to make another sound.

“Come on, sweetheart. Give me one orgasm that’s just mine. That’s all fucking mine.”

I shuddered, my body tensing as my mouth parted in sheer bliss. Close. I was so close.

“Come all over my cock, Ava.” Every snap of his hips was forceful and demanding as he drove us both toward our climax. “That’s it,” he panted. “Come for me right fucking now. Come for me.”

Rory’s words unleashed me. My whole body hummed, and I came shouting his name.

“That’s a good girl. That’s a good fucking girl,” he forced through gritted teeth as he continued his punishing thrusts. He sounded as if he was just on the verge of coming apart.

My inner walls clenched and pulsed around him until he couldn’t hold out any longer and he tumbled down after me, groaning as he gave me everything he had.

The last shudder tore through him, and he let out a shaking “fuuuuck” as a feral smile slid over his face.

Beads of sweat dotted his hairline, and he slicked back the loose strands that kept tumbling over his eyes. I stared at him and marveled at the rise and fall of his hard chest and down to the veins and rigid muscles of arms. He collapsed on top of me, his forearms braced on either side of my head, as he studied my face.

“I think I could stay like this for a long time,” he finally said with a small, surprised laugh.

I managed a contented hum, and Rory leaned down to kiss me again. His tongue delved between my parted lips, searching and tender while he continued to roll his hips lazily into mine.

“Thank you,” he murmured, trailing his lips across my jaw.

I arched into him, tightening my grip on his hair as my eyelids fluttered. “For what?”

“For not giving up on me.” There was a thick strain in his voice that gave me pause. I pulled back to stare up into his face, but the heavy emotion I thought I felt from him was already gone, and in its place was a spark of playfulness dancing behind his eyes.

“I really took it out of you, huh?” Rory teased, dragging his thumb over my brow as he cradled my cheek in his palm. He swept his tongue across his shit-eating grin and rose from the bed. “Lie still. I’ll be right back.”

I made the mistake of shifting my hips and was met with the sensation of his cum trickling out from between my legs. Rory returned seconds later with a warm cloth and helped to clean me up.

The room swam around me as I lay on the bed beside him. He moved under the sheets and pulled me to him, my bare ass tucked against him as he wrapped me in his arms. Nestling his face into the crook of my neck, he brushed open mouthed kisses along my skin, his breath warm and his lips soft.

I thought I heard Rory murmur “I’m sorry”, but the sound was too muffled, and I was already drifting off with his arms wrapped around me as he held my body to his. And I never wanted him to let me go.

TWENTY-FIVE

Ava

Iwoke with Rory’s warm body pressed behind mine, enveloping me in a strong embrace. I exhaled deeply, comforted by his touch and the smell of him. I cracked a small smile when he shifted against me, slowly stirring awake.

His lips pressed against the curve of my ear, and he whispered, “Good morning, mellilla. Did you miss me?”

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