Page 80 of Haunted Prey

I sat in the tub hugging my knees. My arm ached a little, but the hot water felt like heaven on my muscles, warming me against the chill of the bathroom that lay in darkness, save for the couple of candles Emery had lit for me.

The shadows danced on the walls and along the ceiling, the little light flickering in the quiet, with nothing but the drip of water and the occasional sound of a car driving by. There was a narrow window to the back of the bathroom with a hairline crack down the middle of the glass, where dim light from the street filtered in. The light on the ceiling above was out, needing a new bulb. Emery said he’d fix it later, finding the candles in the kitchen as a replacement.

My eyes shifted over to the door. He’d gone down to grab new clothes and a few other things after drawing me a bath. I didn’t like the idea of being alone, but he promised to be right back, and that if he saw anyone sneaking up to the room, they’d be worse than sorry.

Thing was, it wasn’t just actual people, it was the ghost of him I feared to be alone with. I was scared when he did come back, it might not be the Emery I wanted to see.

My gaze flicked over to the mirror above the sink. Only shadows played in the reflection, not faces.

I looked down, still afraid I’d see him there. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, unfurling my body and forcing myself to lie back.

I was sore, I could feel it between my legs. But the pain wasn’t upsetting, it felt good. My body was still throbbing, still aching for more.

After taking me on the table, Emery had given me a moment to recover before he shucked off my shoes and socks and moved me onto the couch. He had pulled me onto his lap with my back against him, his hands touching every part of me, still starved for me. I’d given in without a fight, arching against him, my head on his shoulder as he cupped my breasts, squeezing them then kneading.

“You’re so perfect, Evee. So fucking perfect,” he whispered, squeezing one breast again before letting his hand slide down my rib cage. He’d taken out a pair of gloves from his jacket and put them on, liking the idea of playing with me while wearing them. He slid his hand down my stomach, my legs straddling his thighs kept wide apart. When I felt his fingers glide across my pussy, I shuddered, the aching heat already twisting again in my lower belly. He dipped one finger in me than another, pulling the heat from me along with the remnants of him from before.

He slid his finger along me while kneading me again with his other hand and it was enough to make me moan. His hand on my breast slipped up to my throat, squeezing lightly. As he lifted me and slid his pants down, I felt his cock press against my center, still just as hard as when we first started.

“I have to have you again, Evee, I can’t fucking stop,” he said in that low, grating voice.

He slid in a few inches, then pulled back out, doing so a couple of times before pushing inside me, filling me so deep I let out a cry.

As if that cry had triggered him, he shoved the hand that had been on my throat over my mouth and, like a man possessed, he pumped savagely into me, forcing me down as he lifted his hips, his hand on my leg gripping it tight, keeping it in place.

I gave in as I had the first time, letting him take me without resisting, wanting him to drive into me until my soul was ripped from my body.

Swiftly, he lifted me again and had me on my knees along the couch, his weight on top of me, his hand still on my mouth now gripping my jaw. I felt like a doll in his grasp, pulled and bent whatever way he demanded as he fucked me until I saw stars.

When he came in me again, his body shook against me, a low groan in my ear. And not even a second later, he said, “Floor next, baby?”

“You’re really hungry,” I breathed as his hand dropped from my mouth.

His laughter vibrated against my back. “For you? Yes.” His hand circled my throat again. “I’ve needed this since I lost you, it’s been too fucking long.”

I didn’t argue. He drew off me, sliding out so I could drop to the floor, then he paused.

“Oh, Eve.”

The way he sounded made me pause as well. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, baby, I’m sorry.”

I shifted around to look at him and my eyes turned down to see his cock in his hand. “What is it?”

He shook his head. “I got too excited and I must have…you can’t see, but there’s blood.”

I don’t know why but my heart felt like it skipped. I slipped my hand between my legs and brought it out, but could see nothing in the red light.

“You’re sure?”

“It’s not a lot.” He got off the couch and flipped on the light above which was thankfully not too overpowering, just soft yellow light. He returned, and I saw the tiny strings of blood on his shaft. I wondered how he saw them at all, then remembered he could see a lot better than a normal person.

I cursed softly, feeling embarrassed. “It’s been a while for me too, and you're a big guy. You also were…” He knew. He’d been a little rough for our first time since back at the house. Or maybe the sex had somehow triggered my period. Maybe…

I didn’t know what to say, but I wondered if Emery thought the same. Whatever he was thinking, his expression grew serious. He pulled me to him, hugging me close.

“I got greedy. And didn’t think.” He sounded angry with himself. He kissed my forehead and then led me to the bathroom.

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