Page 35 of His to Slash

The fourth and final elder, the mouthpiece of the group, was next. As I approached, my shadows curled around me, ready to do my bidding. I focused my power, reaching out with tendrils of darkness, and pried their mouth open wide, dislocating their jaw as I pulled.

The elder's eyes bulged with terror, their gurgles of fear echoing in the confines of their own mouth. But I wasn't done yet. I pushed my powers further, twisting and contorting until, with an audible crack, their jaw split clean in two.

I leaned in close, my lips hovering dangerously near their ear. "You always did talk too much," I whispered, my voice laced with ice. "Now it's time to see how you like the sound of your own blood leaving your body."

Grayson appeared at my side, a rusted saw in his hand. With a swift, powerful motion, he carved through bone and sinew, splitting the lower jaw in two. The elder's screams turned to a wet gurgle as their blood spilled down their throat, filling their mouth with the coppery taste of their own mortality.

I wanted them to feel the full extent of their own cruelty. To understand the true meaning of the terror they had inflicted on so many. As the elder's life drained away, their eyes met mine, and I knew they finally comprehended the magnitude of their sins.

The rush of power was still coursing through my veins as I surveyed the aftermath of our handiwork. The room was a painting of violence, the mutilated bodies of the elders a testament to our wrath. Grayson stood amidst the carnage, his eyes flicking over the remains with a haunting intensity.

My heart hammered in my chest as our gazes locked, the weight of what we had done hanging heavy between us. I could see the dark hunger smoldering in his eyes, a reflection of the primal urges that still stirred within me. Our shared bloodlust hung heavy in the air, a tangible force that drew us closer together.

In that moment, I knew what was coming. I could feel it in the way his gaze raked over my body, in the way my own heart pounded in response. I was his equal in this moment, a partner in the destruction we had unleashed. And now, he would claim me.

As if sensing my thoughts, Grayson took a step toward me, his movements graceful and deadly. I felt my breath catch in my throat as he reached out, his touch electric on my skin. His fingers trailed along my cheek, sending shivers down my spine, and then lower, skimming the curve of my waist.

I wanted him—there was no denying it. The dangerous edge that defined him had become a part of me, too. My body ached with a need that went beyond the physical, beyond the simple release of tension. It was a need for connection, for possession, for the completion of the bond that had formed between us through shared darkness.

Without a word, he pulled me close, his arms wrapping around me with a ferocity that bordered on tenderness. I felt the hard planes of his body against mine, his heartbeat thunderous against my chest.

The moment felt surreal as my fingertips brushed the edges of his mask. I had imagined this moment countless times, wondered what scars and stories lay hidden beneath. His breath hitched as I slowly, carefully lifted the mask away, revealing his face to me for the first time.

A maze of scars crisscrossed his face, each one a reminder of the pain he had endured. My heart ached as I traced the path of his suffering with gentle fingers, my eyes never leaving his. I remembered the rituals I had read about, the twisted experiments that had shaped him into the monster he was today. But here, in this moment, I saw the man behind the mask.

His eyes never left mine, searching for judgment or rejection. I saw the raw vulnerability in his gaze, the fear that I would flinch away. But instead, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to each scar, one by one, kissing away the pain of his past.

His breath caught as my lips moved over particularly sensitive areas, and I felt his hands tighten on my waist. The heat between us built, a tangible force that had grown from the darkness that bound us together. It was as if the more broken he allowed himself to be, the more fiercely I wanted him.

Then, with a growl of possession, he claimed my mouth with his. His kiss was passionate and intense, a raw expression of the primal emotions that stirred within him. It was as if he was staking his claim, branding me as his own.

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His hands roamedover my body, rough and possessive, and I felt my own need spiral out of control. This was what I’d craved—the dark, unrelenting hunger that was as much a part of me now as it was of him. I moaned against his mouth, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pulled him closer, urging him on.

His hands were frenzied, tearing at the fabric of my clothes, his eyes wild with a hunger that matched my own. The remnants of what I wore fell away, exposing me to the cool air, to his greedy gaze. Without a word, he picked me up, my body weightless in his arms, and he placed me down with a jarring thud on the flat, unyielding surface of the table. The elder's corpse lay beneath me, the scent of death mingling with the musk of our desire.

Huh, I could have sworn we left him alive, he must have had a heart attack when we weren’t looking.

I gasped as Grayson shoved my legs apart, the edge of the table digging into my flesh. He dropped to his knees before me, his mouth level with my aching core. His eyes locked with mine as he leaned in, and then his mouth was on me. His tongue was relentless, licking, sucking, devouring me with a ferocity that left me breathless.

He drew it out, his hands pinning my hips to the table as I writhed beneath his unyielding assault. My fingers clawed at the surface, seeking purchase, finding none. The pleasure built within me, a relentless tide that threatened to sweep me away. I came with a cry, my body arching off the table, but he didn't stop, he didn't relent. He pushed me over the edge again seconds later, my second orgasm crashing through me as I screamed his name.

He rose then, his chest heaving, his eyes dark with need. He fumbled with his pants, the sound of ripping fabric as he tore his zipper open, his cock springing free. He was on me in an instant, the head of his erection probing at my entrance before he thrust into me with a single, powerful motion.

He filled me completely, the sensation both painful and exquisite. He moved inside me, his thrusts fast and hard and rough, each one jolting the table beneath us, the dead eyes of the elder staring up at us, sightless and forgotten. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, wanting all of him, every brutal inch.

The world around us was drenched in blood, but in that moment, all that mattered was the way his body felt against mine.

His hands found mine, our fingers intertwining as he drove into me again and again. Our bodies were slick with sweat, our breaths ragged and desperate. I could feel another orgasm building, a tempest gathering strength within me.

I came with a shuddering moan, my body clenching around him. His thrusts continued without missing a beat as I clawed at his shoulders and forearms, trying to anchor myself in the tide of my desire.

But then he stilled, his head turning slightly as if something had caught his attention. My breath hitched as I followed his gaze, my eyes landing on the blade we had used to carve into the elders’ flesh. The knife was slick with blood, glinting in the low light like a wicked promise.

Grayson’s eyes burned as he looked back at me, the question unspoken but clear. My heart pounded, excitement and trepidation swirling together in a heady mix that left me dizzy. Slowly, deliberately, I nodded.

A guttural sound rumbled from his chest—a dark, possessive noise that sent shivers racing down my spine. Without breaking eye contact, he reached for the knife, his fingers wrapping around the handle. I watched, breathless, as he turned it over in his hands, studying the crimson stains that still clung to the blade.

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