Page 14 of In His Veins

“Okay,” she breathes, her legs falling open. I raise my eyebrows, my gaze trailing down her torso.

“Your sure you want to do this?” I ask, wanting to hear her say the words.

“Yes.”

The word is laced with desire, and I don’t hesitate again. I lay on my stomach before pressing my lips against her core. She sucks in a gasp at the sudden contact, making me feel dizzy just imagining the sounds she’ll make when my mouth touches her bare skin. The lingerie has snaps between her legs that I pull apart quickly. Ava gasps again and I can hardly breathe as I feel the damp fabric and see her arousal gathered on the inside of her thighs.

Up close, her pale scars are even more prevalent. They’re scattered all over her skin, enticing me to bend down to kiss the one closest to me. I brace my hand on her lower stomach and rub my thumb in a slow circle on her sensitive area. The lace is abrasive against my palm and I pause my movements to remove it.

I drag the body suit over her hips and chest until it’s gathered just above her breasts. My eyes are drawn to the scars that cover her otherwise smooth belly. Grabbing a wrist, I guide her hand above her head, exposing the new tattoo. Medusa stares at me and I’m not entirely troubled at the thought of being turned to stone in my present position.

Adjusting myself in my pants and taking a steadying breath, my lips press against her stomach and my thumb continues touching her in soft circles. I kiss her belly once more before repositioning my face between her legs. She falls back into the pillows when my tongue touches her clit. Ava groans and slides a hand into my hair, clenching as I slip a finger into her heat.

Remembering the way Ava fingered herself last night, my tempo increases. She tilts her hips up and my finger goes deeper. Her legs clench around my head as I push a second, then third finger inside her small opening. Her slender fingers grip the covers as she whimpers.

I suck her clit into my mouth before continuing in small circles. A moment later, she’s falling apart, her breath coming in short gasps.

When I feel her legs relax around me, I sit up to watch her. Eyes closed, she’s completely limp on the mattress. Nothing could have prepared me to see her this way, so vulnerable and confounding. For all she knows, she could be sleeping with a random stranger who would never think of her again, yet she’s sprawled on the mattress like she trusts me. I’ve been studying this woman for days, but at this moment I could watch her for lifetimes, and it would never be enough.

Her eyelids flutter, and she meets my stare. Ava’s gaze is molten as she looks me up and down, assessing. She brings herself to her knees, pulling the lingerie the rest of the way from her body and tossing it to the floor. Her arms around my neck, her bare chest against mine. The heat of her skin nearly makes me come undone, but I lose myself entirely as she kisses me softly.

Gripping each side of her delicate face, I’m tempted to untie the mask from where it’s knotted at the back of her head. Instead, my hands trail down to her waist, memorizing the sensation of the raised marks of long-healed scars. Her hands mirror the path of my own, but continue downward to grab the button of my pants. My eyebrows raise again as she unbuttons, then unzips my jeans. I smile into her mouth before standing and shucking them off. She raises her hand to stop me from getting back onto the bed.

“You’re forgetting something.” She looks pointedly at my underwear, and I’m quick to lose those as well.

Kneeling on the foot of the bed, I take her in. She studies me from her position reclining on her elbows, pausing at the ink covering my torso. Her legs fall open again, and as I position myself in front of her entrance, I resign myself to the fact that the Giovanni brothers are going to kill me.

I push into her, not stopping the groan that slips from my mouth as I’m enveloped in her slick heat. Ava wraps her legs around my back and pulls me closer. My pace starts slow as I kiss my way down her neck. She lets out a frustrated noise and writhes beneath me.

“Fuck me,” she gasps. “Now.” I pray for restraint because, no matter how she asks for it, I know she’s not ready for what that means from me. Eventually she will, and she’ll learn to crave it. Hiking her legs over her head, I watch as my cock disappears into her core. Her arousal coats me and slick noises fill the room as I thrust into her.

I trace the scars on her belly as I fuck her, and in that moment, I vow that one day I’ll show her how to turn them into something derived from pleasure. Her hands grip my back as I thrust deeper, her nails break skin. She comes undone again when my thumb traces her clit, clenching down on my cock. I curse under my breath and pick up my pace before spilling into her.

I wipe the cum that drips from her core with a finger before shoving it back inside her. Ava sucks in a breath and stares at me, wide-eyed. Standing, I force myself to dress. She’s motionless on the bed, but watches me pull on my pants. Cum seeps out of her and stains the duvet. She must realize, belatedly, that she’s still naked because she brings a hand to her core as if to cover herself.

The weight in my chest returns as I think about whether to walk out of this room and leave her on the bed or flip her over and fuck her again from behind. Ultimately, I walk out of the room, shutting the door behind me.

I find a shadowed corner of the club where I’m certain Ava won’t see me when she leaves the room. It takes longer than I would have guessed for her to get dressed, making me momentarily consider that she’s waiting for someone else. My chest tightens at the thought, but she soon emerges, clothes neatly in place.

She walks back toward the main area of the club, and I follow behind her a few paces away. So closely that I don’t notice the stage until Ava comes to a sudden halt, head angled to the performers.

On stage, her friend Paige is on all fours receiving anal from a man, vaginal penetration from a petite woman with a strap, and another man with his cock down her throat. Ava’s mouth hangs open and I try to restrain a laugh.

The crowd is entirely focused on Paige and her group, and many patrons gather close to the front to throw money on the stage. Paige’s body rocks back and forth from the force of so many people thrusting into her, and the majority of the audience is touching themselves at the sight. The light catches on the jewelry of her pierced nipples, casting little rainbows on her partners’ skin. Glancing back at Ava, she shakes her head once before heading for the door.

I slip through the crowd after her, fearing that she might go outside by herself. Security is relatively tight within the club, but once you’re outside, you’re on your own. I lose her in the crowd and push toward the door. Right before stepping outside, I see her sitting at a far corner of the bar scrolling through her phone, seemingly waiting for her friend to finish getting railed.

Glancing toward the stage again, I watch the man strike her from behind, the sound carrying over the music and the gathered crowd. He slams into her a few more times, before clenching down and sinking into her. I can’t hear Paige, since her mouth is still occupied by a cock, but her eyes are shut tight.

A moment later, he grabs her head and forces it forward so that she takes his entire length. He holds her there with his head tilted back even as she squirms. He lets her go and, even from this distance, I see his semen drip from her mouth. The other man slowly pulls his dick out of her ass. Paige is still sunk onto the woman’s strap, and she pulls herself free as she stands up. The party stands on stage while the crowd cheers.

Ava glances up then, looking relieved to finally see her friend in a relatively uncompromising position. She refocuses on her phone as Paige leaves the stage and I’m desperate to know what she’s looking at. Her brightness is turned down, but the slight glow illuminates the soft features of her face. I watch her until Paige comes to collect her and take her home.

9

THE STALKER

He follows her through the sea of people. Shrieks and whimpers are the descant to the thrumming music pouring through the speakers. The girl, then Callum, disappears into the room, both lightbulbs now lit.

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