Page 26 of Bloody Valentine

My orgasm took over my entire body. It kept going on and on. I never imagined it would feel like this, and I cursed myself for wasting so many years without feeling these sensations.

I couldn’t stop.

I didn’t want to stop.

My boots were wet, my stockings, my panties. Everything was like a water balloon bursting inside my core.

I stared down at the huge puddle below me that was melting the snow at our feet. The spell of this moment broke, and I jerked away, turning around to stare at him.

He was sucking his fingers into his mouth, smiling and moaning. I could see his dick jutting out from his pants, and I swallowed hard, trying to stop myself from looking down there.

“I…” I didn’t know what to say.

I couldn’t say anything. I just stood there for a moment, frozen. I couldn’t help but notice the looming dark silhouette of his shadow, his earlier words echoing in my ears.

You will be my greatest work of art when I am through with you—my very own rare white stag in a forest of black. There is one word to describe you now…

I swallowed and turned back to stare at those unblinking eyes of the doe. I couldn’t shake the fact that he was a hunter, and hunters were always searching for prey.

Chapter nine

Getting the first taste of my Little Virgin next to such a beautiful kill of mine was such an enticing tease. I watched her run back to the chapel, her squeaks and heavy breathing letting me know exactly where she was.

I resisted the urge to hunt her here and now. My blood was vibrating along with my cock. Every beat of my heart had me pulsating harder. She needed to be on her knees, taking my come down her fucking throat. She was going to pay for leaving me to teeter on the edge of soiling my pants.

“I can hear you so easily, Little Virgin. You need to learn to quiet your footsteps and control your breathing,” I taunted in a dangerous whisper, my fingertips gliding along the maze wall on the opposite side of where she ran.

The squeaks and curses calmed, and I followed her trail in the snow through the maze, keeping one path away from her at all times. She was nearly back to the chapel. I detoured around the hedge, making my way to the exit near the church, but just far enough outside of it that she would run right into me.

I waited, unzipping my pants and preparing to feel her mouth, my cock in hand. I couldn’t hear her footsteps anymore. She was heeding my warning and took it to heart.

I listened to the air around me, trying to follow her breathing. She was quiet. Intrigue filled me, and I let go of my dick long enough to cut around the corner and search for her.

A damn woman was leading her out of the maze, back to the church. It was the other girl from my class. I growled, watching the women walk back into the place of ‘worship.’

“Fuck,” I barked, jerking my dick with angry pulls.

I envisioned her fearful eyes and open mouth.

“Are you ready, Little Virgin?” I panted to the still air around me, the image of her pouty lips so potent I groaned again. My illusion of her was that she was on her knees before me, and I stared down at her pretty face.

“I should make you beg like a whore to taste me,” I said, smashing my hand down repeatedly. “You naughty brat.”

Continuing to stroke my cock from tip to base, I had to use my other hand to steady myself against the shrubbery. Perhaps she would come back, and I could claim her then.

Her perfect bare pussy flashed in my mind. The images of her on my phone were as tangible as they were in reality. Her innocence begged for my corruption. I was all too happy togive her every single drop of the darkness inside me when she stopped fucking running.

That tease of her heat burned on my hand, and I could still smell her on my fingers. I spit on my cock, and closed my eyes, letting my head fall back against the wall of the maze.

“Soon, my Little Virgin,” I grunted, opening my eyes to stare in the direction she fled. “Soon, I will own you in every fucking way. You aremine.And before you succumb to your fate, I will show you the true meaning ofdivinity.”

The snow was coated in my come, and I watched for a second as it dripped down my hands and blended into the light trails of blood from before.

To have to degrade myself like this was ridiculous. It had my blood boiling. I walked back to the building, keeping away from windows and letting the cold air sober me. I arrived at the back door and made a silent entry.

I was near the stage area, the lifted platform used for sermons and the like. There was holy water toward the back, and I dipped my hands inside the bowl, using the sacred crap to clean my body of the blood from the deer and her.

I knew deep down that I could not simply scrub away the infuriating addictive quality, but I dared to fucking try.

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