Page 46 of The Circus

And then, he kisses me.

TWENTY-SEVEN

TEDDY

She’s nervous,but not as nervous as I’d thought she’d be. And with my lips pressed to hers, I’ve just signed my life away, resigned but happy to devolve into the madness she’s stoked to a conflagration within my morbid soul.

Her lips are soft and pliant, her now-familiar scent of lavender, rosemary, and forest swirling amidst the smells of rot and decay and dust. She’s frozen, unsure of what to do, and my lips smile against hers. Winding a hand through the soft hair at the base of her skull, I pull her closer to me until our bodies collide, deepening the kiss and garnering a response.

She whimpers into me, and I shiver in pleasure at the small noise, tracing my tongue along the seam of her soft lips as she begins to move them in tandem with mine. Her hands are splayed across my chest, and I know she can feel the erratic thumping of my heart, my excitement like a full balloon ready to burst.

Opening her mouth slightly, our tongues finally touch, and I groan into her, the taste of fruit punch from prom still lingering. She’s timid in her exploration of me, and I have to fight back the urge toreallykiss her; shove her against the wall, sink my teethinto her throat like a vampire, dig my hands into her ass and lift her so my hardening cock can rub against her innocent little pussy.

Breathless, I pull away, the voices screaming at me to do it, to make her mine like a brutal savage, to ruin her in ways unknown so no other human alive stands a chance at making her want them. Sucking in a breath, my eyes flutter open and fall to her ethereal face. Her lips are moist, pursed, her eyes closed. When they open, those twin violets clash with mine in the dimness of the candlelight, and her cheeks bleed crimson.

We both smile in our own way. Her, demure; me, psychotically happy. She shared a secret with me, a big one, and now I’m going to fuck her so thoroughly that they all spill out in screams and moans. Slipping my hands to hers, I pull her into the room, my chest a bubble about to pop as I await her reaction.

Candles flicker in every corner, throwing grim shadows on the derelict walls. The bare mattress in the corner is covered by a massive, plush sleeping bag. On the windowsill, the bottle of strawberry wine is perched with two plastic flutes. I watch her, study her reaction, grinning like a fool when she escapes my hold and wanders further in, at one with the darkness and the dead.

She spins to face me lithely, and a shiver of pleasure rolls down each vertebrae of my spine. She’s a dancer, that much Vic let slip. I’ve seen instances of it before, how she moves with such ghostlike grace. Right now, though, I want her to dance for me. Toreallydance.

“This is…” she breathes, eyes sparkling with happiness and excitement. Shoving my hands in my pockets so I don’t stride across the room and kiss her again, I grin in satisfaction, a little calmer now that I’ve seen her reaction.

“You’re a ballerina,” I say, nodding to her flats. The shiny, ebony ribbons wind their way up her thinly muscled calves. Her smile falters.

“I used to be.”

I shake my head in disagreement, stepping fully into the room. She didn’t get the chance to dance freely tonight at prom, too nervous around prying eyes, but here and now, I want to see her.Allof her.

“Dance, Eden,” I command softly, sinking onto the mattress and leaning back onto an elbow. She twists her hands together nervously and shakes her head.

“I don’t have music.”

“Yes, you do,” I press, biting back my smile. Taking another moment to consider, we sit in heavy, charged silence. She heaves a shaky breath, pointed toe skirting through the thick layer of disrupted dust on the floor. Through the window, the melancholy hoot of an owl drifts, and the wind plays in the trees. She closes her eyes and gracefully lifts her arms high above her head, slowly swaying her hips until she pirouettes. She’s so poised, her limbs moving with a fluidity reserved for a natural. My cock aches and throbs in my slacks, but my eyes stay stuck on her, the voices all silent as we wait with bated breath for what we know comes next.

Her eyes flick open, stuck in hazy desire on mine, and she brings herself willingly closer to the predator that resides in my soul. She grins, at peace in my presence, and takes one step too far, tripping over the edge of the mattress and crashing onto me. We both fall back as I catch her. I can’t help but laugh, her weight atop me reassuring, her hips snug between my legs.

I know, judging by the widening of her eyes, that she can feel me. To ease some of that tension between her brows, I tease her. “For a dancer, you’re kind of a klutz.”

Her brows drop into a glare, and she pushes against my chest in an attempt to escape, but I hook my foot around her calf, hold her close, and flip us so I’m above her.

So I’m in control.

Splayed on the mattress with me still between her legs, I shiver again, pleasure curling low in my stomach. My eyes search hers, finding nothing but a frightened sort of innocence there, and I drop down until our noses just barely brush against one another. “Are you sure you want this, Eden?”

She hesitates for a moment but nods, chewing her lip as her eyes flick between mine. This close, pale freckles shimmer across her cheeks, barely visible amongst the ivory. It’s fucking adorable.

“Say it,” I breathe, lips brushing against hers. She trembles beneath me, one of my hands snaking its way under her dress and up her bare thigh. When I get to her hip, my fingers curl around the bone possessively. “Say it.”

“I want you, Teddy.”

And that’s all it takes for my thin resolve to snap. Shucking her dress up around her waist, my lips crash to hers in a brutal, claiming kiss that leaves her breathless. Winding my arms under her thighs, I yank her hips up, breaking our kiss and ripping her panties from her body.

“What…what are you…”

I chuckle against her, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh, my feast laid bare before me. I almost come from the sight of her cunt alone, that perfect little slit so wet and greedy already, the pearl of her clit begging for the attention of my tongue.

“I have to taste you,” I growl.

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