Page 65 of Descent

Two simple words, two words that really mean nothing. They don’t take anything away. They don’t make anything better. They don’t heal all, and yet, coming from her, those two words mean fucking everything.

I squeeze her hips in thanks, and she pulls me down to her. I go easily, drawn to her like a sailor pulled into the sea. This is why she’s my siren. She could lure me right to my death, and I would go, happily, willingly, spending eternity submerged in water, forever embalmed by her side.

My hands move down her legs as our mouths melt against one another. I take my time, adoring every inch of her before I grip the back of her knees and lift her into the air. She comes easily, wrapping her legs around my back as I pepper her neck withkisses and move into the living room, laying her down on the couch in front of the fire.

Her skin glows in the orange-tinted light, those pouty lips and needy eyes begging for me. Who am I to ever deny her a thing? Piece by piece, I shed every article of clothing between the two of us until there is nothing left but me and her.

I do my best to push away the dark thoughts flittering through my mind. Too much of the past has been dug up tonight– too many feelings, too much hurt. I struggle to push it away, focusing on my siren as my hands roughly knead her breasts, my teeth leaving a scattering of bite marks along her naked body.

“Vincent!” she gasps, when I bite her inner thigh so hard a tiny bit of blood emerges.

My eyes come to hers as she looks at the mark. The blood pricks to the top, dotting the teeth marks in a way that should be considered art. I stare at it in awe, her blood more beautiful than I ever thought it could be. I feel a darker side of me set in, one that I rarely give into, especially not with my siren. She’s too perfect for my desires, too pure for my unsatiated appetite.

When I tear my eyes away, I see her watching me curiously.

“You like to see me bleed?”

I run my tongue along my lower lip, a small taste of that metallic flavor blooming across my tongue.

“Only when I’m the one to cause it.”

“Show me,” she says, catching me by surprise.

I look at her in question, and she nods.

“Show me. I can see it in your eyes. You want something, I’m not sure what, but if I can give it to you…I-I want to.”

I shake my head roughly, closing my eyes as I break eye contact. She doesn’t know what she’s saying.

“Show me, Vincent. I want to satisfy your every desire, your every curiosity.”

“You do,” I say, my head snapping up to face her.

“I don’t,” she responds, too observant for her own good. “Not yet.”

I feel my breathing become labored, my chest rising and falling as I grapple with the end of my control. It slips through my fingers, and in the next moment, my face is buried against her thigh. My tongue laps at the bite mark, a sick part of me craving the taste of her. I reach for my discarded jeans, flick out my blade, and glance up at her for permission.

Fear dilates her eyes as she nods and fuck me, it only makes me want it more. I press the tip of the blade to her other side, watching in awe as blood follows in a perfect line. Her body tenses, and I hear her muffled, pained groan.

A release like I’ve never felt before washes through me, something more satisfying than any kill. It’s something pure, totally surrendered for my taking. My fingers smear against the blood before I line my cock up to her, shoving myself inside.

To my surprise, she’s absolutely drenched, my cock easily sliding in and out of her as I lift her bleeding thigh. Looking down at it, my cock throbs as I fuck her deeper, pressing the blade against the skin just above it, giving her perfect thigh a matching cut.

“Ow,” she grumbles softly.

My eyes swing to hers.

“Does that hurt, Siren?”

“It’s fine. I love what it’s doing to you,” she moans as she reaches down, rubbing her clit with her hand.

“Yeah?” I grit through clenched teeth. “Like what it’s doing to me? Like that it’s turning me into a fucking savage?” I practically snarl, as my thrusts become choppy and erratic.

My hand is wet, and I look down to see it soaking with blood. Fuck, I shouldn’t have cut her that deep. Holding it up, I stare at my crimson covered palm, a wave of ecstasy rolling through me as she reaches for my wrist.

I let her take it, watching in fascination as she guides it up and over to her chest, pushing it firmly just over her heart. I rest my weight between the couch and her chest as I abandon the knife, holding onto her like I’ll float away and suffocate in my demons if I don’t.

“Vincent,” she whimpers. “Oh my god! Vincent, Vincent, Vincent!” she screams as I slam into her g-spot, her pulsating pussy squeezing the cum out of me as I fall over the edge.

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