Page 52 of Bleed
“Yes my baby. That’s it.” I tell her, kissing her harder, sucking her soul from her mouth.
“Mmmm.” She moans into me, her body undulating and rocking, trying to get as much contact with me as she can, spreading her bloody mess all over me as I bleed on her too.
Closing my eyes, feeling the hot and sticky mess between our bodies, the images of the nightmare come back to me, only this time, I’m not scared of them. Just as I’m trying to take the fear from her, it’s working on myself too. I know I would never do what I dreamt, and it’s just a figment of my imagination due to all the stress I’ve, no, we’ve endured.
Fighting the pictures in my brain, I bring the knife down to her again, the tip cutting across her chest from the top of one breast to another, reveling in the purr of pleasure that rumbles out of her, vibrating into me. I can feel it all the way down in my cock that’s buried so deeply inside of her.
“Such a good fucking girl.” I say to her, cutting myself again, not needing her hand this time.
We’re a red, filthy mess as I rock in and out of her, our bodies sliding against each other, smearing everything everywhere, turning our skin, the sheets, and my mattress underneath crimson. Like a baptism in blood, we’re starting anew, right after we cleanse the rest of the evil from our lives.
“I love you, Damien.” She cries out, her hands slapping at my shoulders, her head tilted back, her eyes rolled into her head.
“I love you too, Danielle.” I say, grinding into her hard, making sure my pubic bone rubs her little clit just right. “Cum for me. I want to feel all of you at once.”
She shatters apart as I cup her head in both my hands, my blade set aside, forgotten as easily as the nightmares. It’s perfect, the way her body bows under me and her hips rise. Her hot little cunt sucks my cock in further, grabbing it like a fist, squeezing it as she cums violently.
“That’s it, fall apart for me, and let me put the pieces back together.” I say, kissing her hard, speaking against her dry lips.
It’s like she’s being exorcised, and the demons are raging out of her as she arches more, her back leaving the bed, her feet pressing under my legs as she growls and snarls out her orgasm. Her fingernails dig into my shoulders, piercing the flesh, making me bleed yet again, and the pain along with the sight of her losing herself throws me over the edge.
It’s almost painful how hard I erupt inside of her, filling her to overflowing. I cum so aggressively, like my cock has a mind of its own, and the only objective is to fill her with everything I have until I’m a shuddering mess. It’s the most filthy, sinful, erotic thing we’ve ever experienced together as of yet, and as I collapse on top of her, pressing her flat to the bed again, I lay my head on her chest and just listen to the absolute thundering of her heart, knowing that it’s mine, now more than ever. And as I close my eyes and kiss over the visible pulse next to her breast, I vow to myself to always protect it, until death takes me and beyond.
Chapter
Twenty-Nine
“So what are going to do about Allie?” Dani askes as she towel dries her blonde hair and I scrunch my nose up at her. “What’s that look for?”
“I prefer it brown.” I say, pointing to her hair that used to be a beautiful chocolate color.
“I’ll dye it back. It was just to hide, you now that.”
“I know. But I want my real Dani back.”
“You’ll get her once this is all done, and we can just…be.” She says, tossing the towel at me, the damp thing landing on my head. “Here, dry your beard, it’s still dripping.”
“What if I want to air dry after our shower? It’s better for your hair and skin you know.”
“Don’t you be giving me beauty advice, Mister Baldy.” She jokes, crawling across the now clean bed to rub her palm on my bare scalp.
“It’s not my fault I lost my hair early.”
“Aww poor baby. It’s okay though. I like your bald head. It fits you.”
“It should. It’s mine.” I chuckle at her, pushing her off me, making her land on her back. “Now get dressed we have a sister to murder.”
“Mmmm.” She moans jokingly, then pauses and looks at me seriously. “How fucked up is that?
“What?”
“That I’m excited to kill my own flesh and blood.”
“That’s really fucked up, babe.” I laugh, jumping on top of her, snarling playfully as I bite her neck. “But I wouldn’t have you any other way.”
“You’re fucked up.”
“We all knew this already.”
