Page 43 of The Blue Rose
“This knife can't make you scream the way I can.” I take the knife from her hand, grab the handle, and throw it across the room. I don’t give her time to react, I slam into her, hard enough it throws her body back against the door and this time she screams, the beast inside of me growls with pleasure. “Those are the screams I’ve been dying to hear.”
“Aster!”
“That’s right, little lamb, scream my name.” I place my hands around her ass, my blood leaving the perfect handprints, lifting her up to go deeper. In and out I thrust, the feeling of rightness, of home, settling over me. She grips my hair, getting her blood matted in it.“So. Fucking. Tight.” I growl into her ear. I pound into her over and over again, her walls clenching around me so tight I feel as though I’ll never escape, until she comes for the second time tonight.
Her explosion triggers my own, and I settle deep inside her, not giving a fuck that I don’t have a condom or caring that I didn’t check if she was on birth control. None of that matters, she feels too fucking good to care.
I place her down in front of me, her legs shaking so hard she almost falls, but I catch her. She places her bloody hand in mine interlacing our fingers once more. She lifts our hands, her eyes blaze as she looks at them, mesmerized at the sight.Me too,little lamb. She brings our hands to her lips and kisses them. The sight goes straight to my groin, my dick swelling once more.
“You look so beautiful, covered in our blood.”
I wish I could capture this moment forever.
She has a dark side to her, and I’m more curious than ever to let the devil in her out.
She lets our hands drop, and I bring my mouth to hers, tasting the blood on her lips. She opens her mouth and all I taste is our blood mixed together perfectly. It isn’t copper I taste, no the way our blood mixes together is a sinful taste, one hard to describe.It shouldn’t taste this sweet,but it does and we both find ourselves wanting more.
She bites my lip hard, making it bleed. I return the favor, savagely nipping at the lip that has been driving me wild all night. We pull back, breathless, lips bruised, and bleeding, wiry smiles mirrored on our faces. I tuck her hair behind her ear. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Serena.” She kisses my lips softly once more, her eyes holding an emotion I don’t dare name.“You continue to surprise me.”
“As do you, Aster.”
“When you told me you were taking me on a date, I wasn’t expecting the haunted house, you to betheowner, or you fucking me with a knife.”
“Did I scare you?”
“No.” She shakes her head. “You excite me. I want to know more. I need to know more about you, Aster Graves.”
“I don’t know why, Serena, but you’re breathing life back to things in me I thought were long dead. You are special, and,” I pause, hardly believing the tornado of emotions rushing through me. “I can’t seem to get enough of you.”
“I can’t get enough of you either.”
The emotions we are both feeling bring out a fear I never thought I would have. My little lamb made my heart, I didn’tknow I had, start beating. These feelings are unknown to me, scare me, and need to go away, but I don’t want to lose this feeling, yet.
I grab her hand. “Let's get you back home and washed up.”
She nods her head, her eyes clouding. I grab two drapes hanging over the windows, wrapping one around her shoulders and the other over mine. I rip two pieces of the fabric off, take her hand in mine, and wrap the cut. She grabs the one I’m about to wrap around mine, and repeats the action for me. I watch her finger trace the line the blade left behind, before securing the cloth around my hand and tying it. She brings my hand to her lips and I watch, my heart beating faster as she kisses it. “Kisses make everything better,” She says with a small smile, “That’s what my mom used to tell me.” Her cheeks start to heat, which makes her drop our hands and turns away shyly.
“I know you’re the owner, but don’t they need these for next week?” She says fiddling with the wrap around her hand.
“Like you said, next week, which gives me a week to replace them.” Her steps falter as we walk across the grounds, her eyes burning into me. “Don’t worry, I’ll give them back tomorrow.”
She slaps me on the chest, leaving cakey blood in its place “Don’t you dare give these back, they’re covered in our blood.”
“I promise I won't, I’ll put them in a special place.” I kiss her forehead, grabbing her hand and we walk to my car, unable to go more than a few moments without touching her.
The drive to her house is the exact opposite of the drive to the grounds, Serena stares out the window in silence, not even messing with the radio. We just had an amazing night, why does it look like she wants to forget what happened? I reach over and grab her hand startling her “Penny for your thoughts?” I ask, rubbing my thumb against her skin.
“Just wondering what you have done to me,” she murmurs, still staring out the window.
“I corrupted you, little lamb.”
“Yes, you have, but I don’t regret a single thing.”
I bring her hand to my lips, placing a delicate kiss on her knuckles. “Me either.”
She rolls down the window, letting the cold air hit her face, her hair billowing around her. She looks enchanting with the moon shining on her, blood covering her face.
When we get to her house, we both walk in and up the stairs, fingers linked together. We go to her bathroom and I turn on her shower. It’s a walk-in shower with dark blue distressed subway tiles. The floor is a simple white tile, the small hexagons contrasting nicely with the blue. She catches me looking at her and drops the cloth draped around her with a devilish smirk on her lips. Seeing her clearly in the light, no longer hidden by the darkness of “The Dancing Clowns,” decorated in blood, makes my cock instantly grow. I drop my own, matching her bravado as we stare at each other's naked bodies.
