Page 58 of Bleed
“Damien. We’re making a mess.”
“I don’t care.” I snarl against her chest, lifting her nipple in my mouth, sucking it, nibbling on it, savoring the flavors of the food and her together.
“How many pairs of sheets do you have? We’ve blown through a few already.”
“As many as we need. We can buy the sheet factory with our inheritance.” I say, letting her little nub fall from my mouth.
“Ooohhh, that’s right. We’re gonna be richer than rich.” She giggles, holding my head to her chest, arching her back to press her tits into my face harder.
“First we’ve gotta take out your competition, the elusive Miss Allie.”
“Ugh, I know.” She says, rolling her eyes as I look up at her. “But for now, take me Mister Richey Rich, and make me yours.”
“You’re already mine.”
With another giggle from her and snarl from me, I kiss her hard, shoving my tongue in her mouth, tasting her, loving her, enjoying her. It’s like something from a romance book, like the happily ever after you always expect to read, even if we’re not quite there yet. Soon though, very soon.
“I love you.” She purrs.
“I love you too, Missus Richey Rich.”
“Missus, I like the sound of that.”
“You do?”
“I do.” She says, pulling her mouth away from mine to look me deep in the eyes.
“I like the sound of that.”
“Are you…”
“Marry me, Danielle Scarpino.” I say, resting on top of her, keeping her in place, staring back at her to show her my intentions are true.
“It’s not Scarpino, it’s Snow.”
“Mmmm fuck baby. I really like the sound of that.”
The sex is amazing, as always, but this time it’s different. As I rock into her, bouncing her under me, watching her tits wiggle on her chest, I feel closer to her than ever before. It’s like we’re one together, joined by both our pleasures and pains.
It's not fucking, no, this time it’s making love. It’s soft, sweet, sensual, and everything that’s been missing from before. It’s sweet nothings whispered to each other and gentle pets. It’s caresses and butterfly kisses with lashes on cheeks.
When she tightens around me, her body holding on to me like it never wants to let go, my climax comes. It’s not a raging tidal wave or freight train, not this time. It’s a slow swelling of a mid ocean wave that never really breaks, yet comes and goes, up and down, numerous times before it fades into the sea.
I shudder with the emotional feelings of making love to her, not prepared for the opening of my heart, the way it seems to crack as we cum together with hushed voices and quiet breaths.
Chapter
Thirty-Three
Another week has gone by. A week filled with passionate love making and violent fucking. We’ve spent most of our time searching for Allie with no luck and building our relationship to something unbreakable. Nothing, not even the super cunt of a sister can pull us apart now.
Dani will be my wife, maybe not today, but eventually, when the time is right, and we can be happy together, just the two of us. For now though, Allie is still a proverbial thorn in our side and needs to be dealt with so we can move on.
“Any luck?” Dani asks as she leans over my shoulder at the same kitchen table I sat at scouring over her photos and papers, before I knew she was the elusive Recluse I was looking for.
“Maybe.” I say, holding up a photo that arrived under my front door this morning from one of my trusted resources that’s not affiliated with the family.
“Can you trust the source?”
