Page 44 of Bird on a Blade

Her breath hitches, and I know I should tell her the truth of it, that if I fuck her then I might kill her. But she answers before I can.

“I want you to.”

It’s like a bomb goes off in my head. She gave me permission,and there’s nothing I can do to stop myself. I clear the bathroom in two steps and devour Edie’s mouth in a brutal, agonizing kiss. She melts into me, her tongue lashing against mine as I twist my hand up in her hair to hold her in place against the counter. I want to consume every inch of her bite by bite.

I drop my free hand down to squeeze at her tits, and I’m reminded she’s still dressed.

“Get this off,” I growl into her ear. “Now.”

I release her and step back as she peels the wet T-shirt away from her skin, her eyes constantly flickering over to me. I stroke my cock listlessly as I watch her undress in an agonizingly slow strip tease. I need her naked. I need her flesh.

“Hurry,” I tell her, not sure how much longer I can contain myself. I try to calm down by fucking my hand as she drops her shirt aside, yanks on her jeans. It’s torture. She’s taking too long.

And then she fuckingstopsand looks up at me in her bra and panties. I squeeze my dick so hard it hurts. “Keep going or I’m going to cut them off of you.”

Something flashes in her expression. A dangerous flirtation. “You don’t have your knife.”

I grin at her the way I would a victim, showing all my teeth. “Then I’ll rip them off you with my bare hands.”

Edie just looks at me?—

And then drops her hands at her side, one eyebrow arched, like she’s daring me to try.

Oh, that isveryfucking dangerous. Lust surges through me, and I lunge at her, ripping at her panties to get at her naked body. I scrape my nails against her skin and for a moment I’m not ripping her underwear off. No, I’m rending her flesh from her bone.

Edie moans as I claw at her bra, bringing me back to reality. I tear violently at the hooks on the stupid thing until it comes undone, then I fling it aside. Edie’s breath quickens against my skin, and I capture her mouth again, yanking hard on her leg tohike it up around my hip and give me access to her sweet, hot cunt. I press my cock up against her folds—not entering her, not yet. But her arousal is more than clear.

“You’re wet for me.” I still don’t quite believe it, that I could kill for her, that I could come to her covered in another man’s blood, and she still wants to fuck me. And yet the evidence is right there, soaking across my dick.

And then she confirms it completely with a whispered, throaty, “Yes.”

I can’t stand it anymore. I need to kill her. I need to fuck her. Right now, they’re the same thing.

I grab her by the waist and drag her into the shower as if I’m dragging her into the ocean to drown. She cries out when the water hits her skin—I like it almost painfully hot. I silence her scream with another kiss, ruining her mouth before I move down to ruin her neck with my teeth. Edie moans, bucking against me, and I slide my hand up between her legs until I find her throbbing clit.

“Are you ready for me?” I growl the question into her throat. I don’t know why I ask. I’m going to shove my cock into her whatever she says.

It doesn’t matter, though, because she gasps out, “Yes,” and that’s all I need to hear. I whirl her around and press her up against the tile, knocking her legs wide until I see her pussy glistening through the haze of shower steam. Then I press my cockhead against her pretty pink flesh, bracing myself before I slide into her. Because I still don’t know what’s going to happen when I finally feel that wet, willing cunt clamp down on my cock.

Edie whimpers and bucks her hips backward like she’s as desperate as I am. And I can’t wait any longer. I thrust my full length into her, and it’s like I’m thrusting my Bowie knife into her soft belly and splitting her open so I can reach in and grab the most precious parts of her.

She even fucking screams like I’m cutting her.

But I’m not cutting her. My knife is on the altar where I left it, and my cock is buried in the pussy I’ve dreamt about for fifteen years. For a minute, I can’t move. Can’t even fuck her proper. All I feel safe doing is wrapping my arms around her waist and chest and pulling her up to me so we can stand like that, interlocked beneath the hot, steaming water, the blood running down my body in ribbons. She’s breathing hard against me, and I can feel her heart thudding beneath my palm.

And I know, suddenly and fervently, that I will never silence that heart or still that breath.

Because killing her means I will never feelthisagain. Being inside my perfect prey is the closest thing to Heaven that I’ve ever known.

“Edie.” I say her name like the prayer it is?—

And then I start to fuck her.

It’s easy, with the way the fear of my killing her just evaporated. I pound into her pussy as hard as I can, and she welcomes me, bracing one leg up against the shower wall so I can sink my cock even deeper inside her. I press her against my chest, squeezing and slapping at her big tits until she’s whimpering and gasping and matching my urgency as she fucks me back.

I don’t say anything. There ain’t a single word in any language that could express how it feels to finally fuck my perfect prey, and so I don’t try to ruin the moment. The only sounds I need are Edie’s desperate moans, the wet slapping of her ass against my hips.

She’s close to coming. I can feel it, the way her thighs tremble and her breath gets fast and panty. But when she drops her hand down to her clit, I know the angle ain’t quite right for her to finish. Still, I immediately knock her fingers away and press my mouth against her ear.

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