Page 79 of Body Tox

I sucked the wound harder, raking my nails down his sides and creating more bloody pinpricks. I spun the cutting angle into his skin, etching a name.

He panted, gripping my hips and slamming me up and down like I weighed nothing, pounding into me so hard I felt every fucking inch he’d warned he’d take.

“Fuck!” I gasped, trying to catch my breath and rolling my pelvis to adjust to fit him all.

“You do now.” I moaned, admiring my handy work and turning it onto myself to write an A.

He raised a brow, and I showed him the name in the knife’s reflection.

Echo.

“You’re wrong, Pretty Boy,” I said, and a tear escaped from his beautiful eyes.

“I want you. Now, and until you annoy me enough to kill you again.” He smiled, chuckling, and then a wicked look took over.

He brushed the back of his hand over his eyes and threw me on my back. He was leaning over me, his cock teasing my entrance. I whimpered, wanting him back, needing him to bring me over the edge.

He grabbed the dagger from me, dragging its biting tip over my clit. I stilled, the sensation so dangerous my breath caught.

He pushed into me.

“One,” he said, circling the point around my lips.

“Two.” Pushing forward he growled.

“What are you…” I stopped when he pushed forward.

“Three, four.”

I was dumbfounded, the thickness of his shaft making me dizzy. He was…counting each inch.

“Five,” he continued, bringing the knife up to my nipples, letting it loosely trail over the peaked hardened buds.

I yipped, the pleasure and pain overwhelming.

“Six, seven,” he teased, dragging that blade over my lips, making me lick the slippery wetness from the edge.

I felt the fullness in my stomach.

“Eight, nine.”

He was a cocky motherfucker.

His grin at me, panting because of him at this angle, was unfair. The blade was spun around to the handle, and he stuck it in my mouth. It left my lips dripping with saliva, and he smiled with a dark edge playing in his eyes.

I started to ask what he was up to, but then I felt it. He slammed into my pussy, while working the handle of the knife into my ass. I screamed. The absolute fullness bursting me like a dam.

“Good girl,” he said, on the edge of a growl. “Such a good fucking girl to take me so well. Letting me fill those delicious holes.”

He was thrusting into my core while fucking me with the handle in my asshole.

“You break so beautifully, Little Wraith. Ten inches.”

His hand was bloody, the sharp cutting edge the side he gripped.

“And a half. Holy fuck, you are squeezing me. That’s right, make come so fucking deep inside you. I want to be able to taste myself from your cunt for days.”

“Mmm….Yes, Asher. Holy fuck, Pretty Boy. Fucking come inside me. Fill me up. Please.”

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