Page 30 of Blade

The sounds she made were a mixture of grunts, whimpers, and moans. Each one brought me closer to coming. I lost track of time. All that mattered was this woman and my body inside hers. Her cunt was like magic—like nothing I’d experienced before.

I withdrew my thumb from her ass to hold on. My fingers dug into her flesh as I pounded into her willing body. I knew it wasn’t going to be much longer for me and I was in shock. Normally, I could go for hours if I wanted, but with her my control was slipping.

As her snug pussy swallowed my cock with each thrust, I imagined the tip of my blade trailing along her peaches and cream skin. In my mind I saw it nick her and her rich blood bead on her flesh until it ran down her—a crimson rivulet in stark contrast to her softness. The vision was so vivid I could taste the rich, coppery flavor of her, and I knew she’d taste like no other.

She turned her face and buried it in the pillow as she suddenly screamed and her walls spasmed around me again. It was likely straight Nirvana and I knew I was done for.

“I’m going to come inside you, baby,” I warned as she continued to hold on for dear life from the aftershocks. “Do you want that?”

She nodded into the pillow.

I smacked her ass hard. “Tell me! Beg for it, baby,” I demanded as I panted through each word. Sweat ran down my temples and trickled down my spine.

She lifted her head. “Yes! Please come in me! Fuck me until you fill my pussy with your hot cum, Blade.”

Her talking dirty absolutely did me in. I grabbed a handful of her tangled tresses and jerked her up to her knees with her back to my front. Then I leaned in and whispered in her ear as I slowed my strokes.

“You’re mine, Eliska. This pussy, this body, this mind… it’s all mine. Do you understand?” I wrapped my free hand around the front of her slender throat and lightly squeezed.

“Yes,” was her breathless reply, but I thought she tensed a bit.

“I’m not going to hurt you, baby. Not in ways that you won’t enjoy.” I meant it. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt my precious little storm. I never wanted to dim her light. I wanted it to burn brighter. Though I had wicked tastes and desires, I wouldn’t do anything she didn’t like.

When she first got here, I thought I could use her body to get her out of my system. I told myself I could treat her the same as any other woman who had warmed my bed, then toss her to the side. Except deep down, I knew I was lying to myself, and I think that’s why I tried to push her away.

I was afraid.

The exact reason I’d run from her before.

A small part of me had known she’d be different.

That I would develop feelings for her and that would be devastating. Everything I cared about got hurt or was taken from me.

“O-O-Okay,” she stuttered.

Gently, I placed a kiss behind her ear. Then I lowered her body until she had a beautiful arch in her back, my fingers were tight around her neck, and her hair was wadded up in my fist.

Slowly, I pulled almost all the way out before I bottomed out my shaft inside her. The feeling was indescribable. Like a machine, I drove in. Harder, deeper. Losing myself a little at a time. Until my rhythm faltered and I knew there was no holding back.

“I’m gonna come, baby. Oh fuck, here it comes.” My muscles tensed. Every nerve ending in my body snapped as I filled her until it was leaking out with each slow stroke. I groaned and shuddered as my soul soared. Several times, my body jolted as if it had been shocked.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God. Yes, Blade. Give it all to me,” she hoarsely begged.

Finally, I drifted back to reality. I loosened my grip on her and gently let her settle to the bed. Reluctantly, I pulled out. She whimpered in disappointment and the corner of my mouth kicked up.

Then I settled in next to her and turned her to be my little spoon. Carefully, I brushed her hair back out of her face. I leaned over to kiss her cheek. She nestled her rounded ass into my satisfied cock and hugged my arm to her.

As I listened to her heavy, gasping breaths slow to even, soft snores, I reeled. I was in shock.

Why was I cuddling her? I never cuddled. Not like this. When I would go to Sage’s room all those years ago, no one knew that she would simply hold me. It was never sexual. It was my safe space. The only place I could quiet the angry twisted voices that sometimes shrieked in my head.

The only time I was Finley again.

Then there were the times when I would need her to hurt me. When my mind would become so full and chaotic, the pain would release it. My guilt would momentarily subside.

“TheGift”—Seether

Seventeen years old…

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