Page 54 of Heart Sick Hate

I hold her hips and pull out just enough to see her blood streaking my dick. Her innocence bleeding for me. Like the chain holding her purity ring around my neck, I shove my hips forward, and I take that promise.

Her body is mine.

Her pleasure is mine.

Echo is mine.

My cock is drenched in her desire and blood as I pump into her again. I dig my nails into the soft flesh of her thighs. If I thought I got off on inflicting pain, this might be a whole new high. Watching her break for me is the most beautiful thing.

Her delicate fingers wrap my wrists, and she holds me through the movements. Her hips twist as I thrust myself in. And I love that she’s listening to what I told her.

It doesn’t matter what her mind is cluttered with. She might have been nervous, but her inexperience is irrelevant to me. She carves her name into my soul with every movement.

Pumping in again, she winces the slightest. As good as it might feel, I’m sure it still hurts. So I rub my thumb over her perfect clit, and her body shivers. I offer her the pleasure to chase the pain away.

She reaches up and grabs the chain hanging around my neck, pulling me to her. Magnetic force sealing us together as our bodies connect. Her lips on my lips, so I can taste the vibration of her moans.

I try to hold back for her sake, but her tight nipples raking my chest and her tongue slipping into my mouth draws out every animal instinct. I can’t help but thrust harder. And as she screams for me, I give her more and more.

Her heels dig into the backs of my thighs, and her hips grind with my rhythm. This girl was cut from the stars and made for my galaxy. Custom built for me to orbit around, and I’m not sure how I’m just now seeing it.

I fuck her harder like it can stop whatever crawls through me.

Interest, ink, hesitation.

I fuck her with my soul as much as my body, and when her pussy clenches and her whole body shakes, I fuck her so hard she’ll never feel anything but my dick making her come for me again.

She’s so tight I almost black out. Her nails dig into my skin and rake it open. Blood and sweat as she pulses beneath me. My vision goes black as my balls pull up tight, and I mark her like I’ve never marked anyone. Shooting my release into her with the need to claim her with my cum.

I wasn’t lying when I told her it’s been six months, and the moment I sank into her I knew why. Echo was always supposed to be mine; it just took me too damn long to see it.

As we both relax, her body unwinds. I prop myself up on my elbows and look down at her. The most dangerous innocence brews in her eyes because I took her purity, but it still manages to bleed out.

“You okay?” I’m not sure why I care; I don’t care about anyone but myself.

Except right now, all I need is to hear from her lips that I didn’t destroy her.

She nods. “Perfect.”

But there’s hesitation. Darkness creeping like storm clouds rolling over her expression. A high she’s coming down from, and it’s not the good kind that can be chased with another hit. It’s doubt—or guilt.

Because this is wrong, and we both know it.

And even if I don’t give a shit, I know she does.

“Echo—”

“Don’t, okay.” She props herself up on her elbows, and I can almost see the gates closing off in her eyes one by one. “I told you that you didn’t have to feel guilty about this. I knew what I was walking into.”

Guilty?

I’m not the one who feels guilty, and I’m not sure what to make of her comment. But I’m not having this conversation with her like this. Because regardless of what kind of man I am, she makes me want to try and be better.

“Stay here.” I climb off her and head into the bathroom to grab a wet rag. Cleaning myself off before walking back into the bedroom and spreading her legs.

Her pussy is pink and puffy from me fucking it. It’s perfect, and I’d love to sink into her again if it wouldn’t make her sorer than she already is. I press the cool rag to her inner thighs, cleaning her off, and to my surprise she lets me.

But unlike a moment ago when she held my soul with her own, she’s closed off, and I don’t like it.

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