Page 101 of Half the Summer's Night
“But it does.” I slide one finger inside her, rubbing against her inner wall. Abi groans—a dark, throaty sound that makes me feel like the feral creature that I am. “No one’s ever going to hurt you again, Abi. I swear it.”
Abi’s eyes shift toward mine, her gaze unfocused from lust.
“I swear it,” I say again, right before I spread her legs wide, revealing her glistening, blood-covered pussy.
I shift between her legs and pull my cock out and press it against her entrance. It’s agony—every cell in my body wants to shove inside her—but I take my time. Teasing her. Brushing my cockhead against her clit. Abi moans and grabs at me. “Please,” she pants. “Please just fuck me, Rowan.”
“I love when you do that.” I slide myself halfway inside her and rub her clit, making her writhe around in the blood.
“Do what?” She gazes up at me through her fluttering eyelashes.
“Say my name,” I growl.
“Rowan,” she gasps.
I shove in to the hilt, and Abi’s hot, slick pussy clenches around me. I brace my arms on either side of her body as I roll my hips up to the seam of her legs. Abi groans and jerks up toward me, faster and harder than I’m currently fucking her.
“You want it like that?” I murmur, running my hands through Kaplan’s blood so I can smear it up around Abi’s waist and over her tits, painting her in crimson. “You want it rough?”
“Yes,” she growls back at me.
“You said you were hurt?—”
“Rowan,” she says, her eyes glittering. “I want you to fuck me like you killed him.”
Her words go straight to my cock. So does the fire in her eyes, searing and hot, and I realize that Abi’s showing me her real self, too. She may be human. She may not be a killer, not really. But she craves all this depravity, and I know I’m the one who’s going to give to her for the rest of her life.
I rise onto my knees so I can slam into her, over and over, hard enough that her body jostles and slides through the blood. And with every violent thrust, I can taste her pleasure as it drifts through the air. It tastes like blood and wine.
I fuck her as hard as I can, plowing into her perfect, dripping cunt. And Abi unravels for me, moaning and grinding against my hips, the blood drying on our skin until we’re stuck together. I wrap my fingers around her throat, pinning her down, and when she looks up at me, her eyes brim with heat and lust.
“You’re mine,” I whisper, matching the words to the rhythm of our fucking. “I’m yours. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Abi pants out. Her body quakes with small, rippling contractions.
“You’re about to come, aren’t you?” I lean close, still plowing into her, not daring to change my rhythm.
Abi nods, her lips glossy.
“Good. I want you to come in Kaplan’s blood.” I hunch over her, still thrusting into her. “And I want you looking at my face while I do.”
I tighten my grip around her throat—not to cut off her air, but to hold her head in place. Already her orgasm’s starting. I can feel it, the way her muscles clamp down around my cock. But I can hear it, too: her frantic breaths. Her pounding heart, beating as fast as Kaplan’s when I killed him.
“Rowan,” she whimpers, her eyes boring into mine, drinking in my face—my real face, my killing face. They’re the same, under her gaze. “Rowan, I’m going to?—”
She cuts herself off with a wail, and I press my weight down on her lower body as her pussy ripples and contracts around me because I don’t want her arching her gaze away from me. And she doesn’t, my sweet human girl. She keeps her eyes fixed on mine as the pleasure makes her whole body shake.
“Perfect,” I breathe, dragging my hand away so I can fuck her through the quivering aftershocks. And so I can look at her, too: spread out on the floor and drenched in the blood of a man who hated her. Who thought he could harm her.
If anyone ever tries to harm her again, I’ll do the same to them.
I dig my hands into her hips, rutting hard against her. Abi moans, her eyes rolled back, the blood beautiful on her pale skin. My own orgasm is building, a tension deep in my balls, and I give one impossibly deep thrust and then it spills out in her pussy in hot, pulsing bursts.
Then I slump on top of her, breathing hard. For a moment, I’m afraid she’s going to push me away. But she doesn’t. Instead, she nuzzles against me and wraps her arms around my shoulders, drawing me in close.
“Thank you,” she whispers, over and over. “Thank you. Thank you.”
I pull away just enough to catch her gratitude with my mouth, and then I kiss it out of her. I keep kissing her, there in Kaplan’s blood, in the place he thought he could take her from me.
