Page 61 of The Art of Obsession
Acheron cups my chin and touches something small, dark, and sweet upon my lips. “Open.”
I accept the truffle, enjoying the sweetness melting in my mouth following the taste of retch. I don’t blame him. I wouldn’t want to kiss me without something else.
“You’re in shock. Come with me.” He says, carrying me toward the bath.
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Should I start planning the wedding?
Chapter Playlist:
“Poison and Wine” – The Civil Wars
“Clarity” – Zedd ft Foxes
“Haunted” - Evanescence
EVERLEIGH
Acheron doesn’t lowerme into it. Instead, he sets me at the edge and gets between my legs, spreading my thighs.
Multi-colored fish ripple through the water all around us, the sharks cutting through the water with a power I seem to feel.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I touch my fingers to his chest in a weak attempt. “There’s blood and semen down there.”
He grips my wrists, forces them down to my stomach, and hardens his eyes. “I will have your blood, Everleigh.”
I open my mouth to protest again, but he sweeps down and buries his face in my pussy, cutting off all my speech. Desire pulses in my veins, and I arch my back, lean back on my elbows, and gasp, clenching my eyes as he eats me out. It’s the only word for it. He’s ravenous, licking and tonguing my labia. He delvesdeeper, curling and drinking with a fervor like he wants to taste every drop.
How can he not care that I stabbed him? Now and then, I catch him wincing, but he hasn’t tended to his wound. Obviously, he’s very comfortable with blood…like it’s a drug to him.
For the first time, I want to know the meaning of the blood, what it means to him. The dark secrets of his past.
Acheron pushes his tongue through my opening, and my whole pussy shudders. My nerves sing. My libido grows wings. After the pain of him fucking me and the three back-to-back orgasms, it seems impossible. A thick finger slides into my center, edging his tongue, and I gasp and grip his black, velvety hair, arching my back more, lifting my hips. I want more.
His teeth scrape my pubic lips. My cheeks turn redder, and my nipples harden and itch with need. The second I lower a hand to my breast, he smacks it away, grips the flesh, and kneads it. Never losing his focus. A moan escapes as he plucks my nipple, rubbing circles around the bud with his thumb. I tip my head back, my hair sweeping the marble floor.
Sealing himself to my heat, Acheron torments me, licking every crease, kissing all my warm, wet flesh—wet with our cum and my blood. He lets me yank on his hair…as if he’s giving me permission to hurt him.
“Fuck, you drive me mad, Little Quill,” he growls against my cunt, the sound vibrating deep into me. “Can’t fucking get enough of you. You can’t fathom how intoxicating this blood is…” He licks me from ass to cleft, determined to take everything.
Like an addict, he feasts on me. With every second, I’m spiraling into his hell, hips jerking with need.
“Acheron, please!” I beg, my whole center flaming. “Bloody god!”
He slaps my breast lightly, then pinches my nipple, a stinging pain of a warning that he controls my pleasure. I clutch my throat, deeply inhaling and exhaling, hoping to trigger my release, but I can’t. Only he can. He caresses my breasts, curling and stroking his fingers along my nipples like rapid brushstrokes before massaging my thighs.
Fire courses through my veins, burning my blood. I’m bucking, demanding my orgasm. Finally, he draws my distended clit into his mouth. All my muscles soften. I suck in the deepest breath and silently pray as he sucks the swollen bud, fondling my breast and curling his thumb around the nipple.
“Fuck, you taste like a goddess. I am going to live between these legs and eat you out every night,” he vows darkly.
Just when I think I might die from all the liquefied heat setting my pussy aflame, Acheron stabs three fingers inside my drenched core, flicks my clit, and tongues circles around the flesh. I explode! All my inner muscles pulse and squeeze as I erupt into shimmery ribbons like colorful stars shooting through my system.
I’m still coming, still soaring when Acheron slams me down on his cock, impaling me, ripping away my breath. He gives me more and crushes his mouth to mine in a searing kiss.
One hellbound thrust, and another climax rips through me as he fills me, his girth swelling and inflaming my inner walls more than ever. I grip his shoulders, breathing through the bliss rupturing through me. The water is hot, drifting steam all around us. Too far above him, the water only laps at my ass which he grips, fingers bruising the flesh that is still sore from his spanking.
There’s so much of him. Everywhere. He buries himself so deep, he seals me to him. Invading me. Conquering me. And the pressure and the pleasure ruin me like an unstoppable storm.
