Page 45 of Bird on a Blade

“I’mgoing to make you come,” I tell her, and then I thumb her clit. It’s like pressing a magic button. Edie howls in pleasure, her body shuddering against mine, pussy walls fluttering furiouslyagainst my cock. It takes every ounce of willpower not to spill my cum in her right then and there, but I want to keep fucking her through her orgasm. I want to drag it out as long as possible until she’s gibbering and wordless and limp with pleasure.

It works. Edie slumps against me, chest heaving, and I fold her over her a little so I can grip her hips as I piston in and out of her still-spasming cunt. She reacts, bracing her hands against the shower wall, and it gives me a whole new angle, a whole new sensation, one that sends a fire racing up my belly.

I’m not gonna last long, but I’m gonna enjoy every second of this.

I run my hand along Edie’s spine until I’m holding her in place by the back of her neck. Some distant part of me knows I shouldn’t be doing this because it’s what her piece of shit ex did, but I still curl my fingers around to the front of her throat. Maybe I’m testing myself. Maybe I just want to imagine what it would be like to kill her without actually doing it. Maybe I just want her to know that she belongs to me.

I’m shocked when she doesn’t shove me away.

“Edie,” I gasp, increasing the pressure on her neck just a little. She moans, her pussy quivering. “My perfect fucking prey.”

I can’t stand it. Squeezing her throat, being inside her—none of it’s enough. I want to possess her completely. I want to devour her body and her soul. But I don’t want to fucking kill her.

Instead, I yank her up to me by her throat and sink my teeth into her shoulder, deeply enough that blood blooms across my tongue, salty and coppery and delicious. Edie screams—in pain, I think at first, but then I feel her come again. Small, fluttery. But undeniable.

How the fuck did I get so lucky?

I lap up her blood, still fucking her, certain I can taste her pleasure. My muscles tighten, and I keep tasting her while I come, moaning into my orgasm. It shudders through my whole body and leaves me almost as boneless as her.

“My god,” Edie breathes, and I release my bite and nuzzle against her neck, holding her close to me. The shower pours around us, the air thick with steam, and I don’t ever want to stop touching her. My Edie. My perfect prey. I kiss her everywhere I can, my lips leaving trails of her blood on her skin. I touch her everywhere I can, too, like I’m trying to memorize what her body feels like. Her tits, her ass, her belly. Her heartbeat.

Because I fucked her, and she survived.

And that means I can do it over and over again.

CHAPTER TWENTY

SAWYER

An hour later, Edie and I are tucked together in bed. The storm’s abated, but it’s still overcast, and the room is dark enough I could almost fall asleep. Edie actually has. She’s all curled up against my chest. I run my fingers through her still-damp hair, listening to her slow, steady breathing.

I can’t sleep, though. I’m worried. Not about what I’ll do to her, not anymore, but about what other people will. The man I killed earlier is just the beginning, I’m sure. She said he had a partner. That partner will come looking for her. One disappearance is unusual enough. Two?

The only way I know how to protect her is to kill. But what if that puts her in more danger?

Edie makes a soft noise and rolls over and flutters her eyes open. Up close, I can see the streaks of green in her golden-brown irises.

“Did I fall asleep?” she murmurs, rubbing her forehead.

“For a little while.” I grin, wrapping one of her curls around my finger. “I guess I wore you out.”

She blushes and ducks her head, dark hair falling over her eyes. I pull her into me, wanting to breathe in her scent and feelher soft warm body pressed against mine. She yields to me, which is something else I find I like. Prey who wants to be prey. Prey who desires her predator.

“I do think—” I stop, not sure how to say exactly what I want to say. Edie looks up at me through the long fringe of her lashes, a line of worry creasing on her brow. “I think you should stay here.”

When she doesn’t respond right away, I add, “With me.”

Her eyes go wide and she pushes up on one elbow. “Why?”

“So I can keep you safe.”

Her fingers curl against my pillow. Her lips part like she’s about to say something, but she only stares at me.

“You said earlier that the man had a partner,” I say. “When that partner doesn’t hear back, he’s going to come out here. Or send someone.”

“Police?” Edie says in a small, scared voice.

I melt at that. Such a human fear. “I wouldn’t worry about those idiots,” I tell her. “Especially if you’re with me. They won’t find you.”

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