Page 94 of The Blue Rose
“You taste like sin, little vixen.”
He slips a finger inside. “Oh, fuck! Yes, just like that.” His thrusts start to pick up, and his tongue flicks faster. My legs shake, my orgasm crests. My stomach tightens, my fingers going numb. “Yes! Yes, Aster. Fuck!” I cry out, and just as I’m about to enter bliss, he pulls away.
Just like that my orgasm is ripped away from me.Bastard. A devious smile lifts his glistening lips. “I promised you punishment for touching what’s mine.” His green eyes darken, the blue completely wiped away. “I’m going to bring you to the brink of bliss over and over, and right before you explode, every time, I’m going to stop.”
His threat makes me want to be spiteful and touch myself again, I reach down, his eyes tracking the movement, my hand freezing, a cocky grin on his face. I desperately want to give myself what he refuses to give me. I know if I do that, he will just prolong my punishment. He’s as petty as me. So I lay there, pretending to be the good girl I’m not, and take it.
He pinches my nipples, and my back arches off the ground, the pain combined with the restrained pleasure sends goosebumps up and down my arms.
He moves back up my body and lines his cock to my entrance. Placing the tip slowly in, he hisses, “Fuck.” He eases himself in, forcing my legs wider. He holds his dick and slowly pulls back out.
Coated in my juices, he places his cock over my clit and starts rubbing up and down. Bringing me right back to the high I was feeling moments ago when I was about to come.
I feel the pressure build back up, and my eyes start to close. “Eyes on me,” he demands, and they snap open as he rubs faster. He presses his hand on my stomach, making the pressure climb more. I feel myself about to explode, and his hand and cock disappear once more.
Right when I think it’s over, he slams into me making me scream, “Your screams are a sound I never want to stop hearing; your moans a melody I will never grow tired of.”
He thrusts in and out, each one harder than the last. The sound of his balls slapping against me are echoing through the night, his pants and moans mixing with mine, disturbing the otherwise silent night.
He circles my clit, pumping faster and faster. I don’t let myself hope, afraid my pleasure will be taken from me again. I fight against oblivion, my eyes pinching closed. “Don’t hold back; I promise your punishment is over,” he says, his thrusts never slowing.
I do as he commands and lightning flashes in the sky as thunder booms overhead. We both explode, and the euphoria I’ve been denied crashes through me. I feel his balls constricting and emptying inside me. My walls clench around him as rain starts to fall.
The crusted blood on us starts to drip down our head, the rain getting harder and harder. Aster stands up, offering me his hand. We stand hand in hand in the rain, staring at our naked bodies.
He looks like a scene right out of the movieCarrie, when pigs’ blood is thrown on her.If he looks like that, I can only imagine what I look like.Probably the same, but more sinister likeThe Grudge. He brushes my hair out of my face, smashing his lips against mine.
Our tongues dance, and, for a moment, we are just two lovers, covered in blood, kissing in the pouring rain.
“I love you,” he breathes against me.
My heart starts beating faster, my eyes start to water. This is the second time he’s professed his feelings to me. I feel exactly the same, I wanted to say it back the first time, but with everything happening I couldn’t. I look into his eyes and whisper back, “I love you too.”
He smashes his lips against mine once more. “I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you at the bar sipping on your drink, and I love you even more after finishing our first kill together. You bring a different type of darkness into my life I didn’t know I was missing. You made this dead heart beat a thousand times over, and it’ll only ever beat for you.”
Tears fall down my face. The rain mixes with my tears as Aster swipes away the bloody water. He holds his hand on my cheek and kisses me sweetly. Tenderly. A kiss filled with so much love, trust, and acceptance it makes my toes curl.
The rain starts to pelt harder, breaking our kiss.
I shout over the storm, “We should probably go back.”
He grabs my hand and runs us back to the house, our feet splashing mud everywhere. Lightning strikes ahead, making me pick up my pace to keep up with him.
By the time we get back to his house, all the blood has washed away, but we’re covered in mud and dead leaves.
“We need to shower,” I giggle.
He braces his arm above the door, looking down at me, and pressing me against the worn wood. “I could go another round.”
I push him away, laughing. “After all that teasing, I don’t think I could take another round.”
“Oh, you can take it.”
I twist the knob, opening the door and dipping under his arm. I try to dash away, but he snatches my arm and freezes, his fingers gripping me with bruising force. I turn to see what he’s looking at, spotting the painting of the fox I sold at the flea market sitting in his entryway. My heart feels like it’s about to beat out of my chest.
He pushes me behind him, his body tense as all the fun and laughter drips to the floor. “Stay here.”
Fuck that; I’m not staying here. Who left this here, how did they get in? Who did I sell this to?The shock of seeing it has blurred my memory of the girl who bought it.
