Page 56 of The Blood we Crave: Part Two

The frozen pieces of my exterior are melting on the floor. Thawing.

Drool mixed with blood streams out of the corner of her mouth, spit glistening along the length of my dick as she works me root to tip, bobbing her head in quick strokes.

The veins in my neck tighten. Both of my hands lace into her hair, the inky-colored strands corded around my pale skin. The bleeding cut in my hand mats against the hair. My grip is forceful as I jerk her closer, cramming myself into her mouth, forcing her lips to stretch around me.

Sweet, intoxicating mewls and moans come from her throat, adding light vibrations. My hips drive forward harder, filling the room with wet, lewd noises that I can hear just below the sound of my thudding heart.

“Open your throat for me. Let me ruin you.”

Tears gather in the corner of her eyes, but she stays put, taking every inch in stride, the muscles of her tongue sliding around my head with every downstroke. She’s completely at my mercy and willing to let me break her for my pleasure.

Those pink lips are swollen around my shaft, plump from all the slurping. I watch in awe as she pushes towards me every time I withdraw from her mouth as if she never wants me to leave.

“That’s it. Such a good little pet,” I grunt as the heaviness in my balls aches. “I’m going to fill your throat with my come, and you’re not going to spill a single drop.”

Her moans echo in my ears, begging for my seed, milking it out of me with her needy mouth. My orgasm coils in my gut; I’m so fucking close. I thrust until her nose kisses my waist, and I hold her there, hitting the back of her throat with the tip of my dick over and over.

The saliva and wet heat wrapping around me is almost too much. Groaning, I look down at my hands, the way they work her back and forth on my length, watching it disappear inside of her over and over again.

“Shit, I’m gonna come—” A moan takes my words before I finish. “Baby, fuck yes. I’m coming.”

I plunge into her one last time, burying her nose against my lower stomach. My dick hits the back of her warm throat and twitches before I release. Lyra continues to suck, swallowing every drop that I force down, swirling her tongue, coaxing my cock as she drains me dry.

My vision is blurry, breathing erratic as I loosen my grip, petting her hair. When she removes her mouth, I fall back into the shelf, unable to stand up on my own.

When the light-headed feeling fades, I tuck myself back into my slacks before looking down at her on the floor, her flushed cheeks, tears staining her face, and mouth stained red. She drags her tongue across her lips, licking at the blood remaining there. I glimpse a few blood-soaked curls when she stands up.

Crimson-soaked and celestial beauty.

A gift wrapped in a quiet, forgotten package but within a brand of sunshine that exists only on days of mourning. Light that peers through storm clouds, daylight after a thousand years of darkness.

I never believed I had a soul, and now I think I understand why.

My hand grabs the back of her neck, pulling her into my chest. I feel her hands on my face as our lips meet in a clash of tongues and teeth. The salty, metallic taste on her lips has my cock twitching, spent but wanting her again.

Our mouths merge together, seamlessly made for one another. They move in sync as if far before our time, we’d done this before, met and spent lifetimes with our lips tangled.

My lack of a soul wasn’t because of the evil that had infested my mother’s womb or my father’s corrupt DNA.

No, I didn’t have one because it belonged to her.

I think when we were created, instead of splitting our spirits in half, they gave both of them to her in order to keep them safe. To remind me, when the time was right, that all I am is hers to carry.

Far before we stood in these bodies, someone had decided she would be the keeper of my soul, knowing I would have done far too much damage to it.

When I pull away, my forehead drops to hers, and I lean into her palms and kiss the tips of her fingers. My hand comes up, spinning the ring on her pointer finger with my own.

“I can’t stay away from you, even when I know I should. It would be the only good thing I could do for you, Scarlett.”

Lyra rubs her nose against mine, nibbling at my bottom lip before breathing.

“Don’t be good. Don’t stay away. Just be with me.”

BUTTERFLIES

FIFTEEN

Lyra

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