Page 91 of The Fates We Tame
“More.”
With wide eyes, she does what I ask. She clamps my thumb in place and teases me with her tongue.
It feels unbelievably good. Stripping past everything that has already happened between us.
“Hold it there, no matter what I do.”
I shallow my strokes. Pressing my cock upwards until she begins to moan. Her teeth remain clamped, but her mouth opens as she gasps.
Her eyes grow wide with need and panic.
“Stop biting, and I stop fucking you,” I warn, even though I have no intention of stopping.
Her gasps turn into moans. Her abs tense, her body clenching as she lets go. A gush of liquid runs between us, coating my cock, spilling out onto the bedding. But I don’t give a fuck. I fucking love it.
“Theo,” she cries, letting go of my thumb.
I miss the sting of it, but my cock has a mind of its own. My lips clash with hers as I lie down over her and grip the cheeks of her ass.
“Bite my shoulder.” The words are a command.
Sophia pulls me down to her and does as I say. It’s like a switch flips inside me, and suddenly I’m fucking her.
Hard.
Possibly uncaring.
I don’t have to tell her what it does to me.
She knows.
She sucks hard, likely bruising my skin, and it feels so painfully good. Intimate on a level I hadn’t expected.
My cock aches, and the pain pushes my orgasm back. It’s like a seesaw, teetering on the most intense line between the two. Clinging to a place where both exist together.
Everything disappears. Nothing comes into focus.
Boundaries blur.
She releases my skin as she comes a second time, sucking in air after she cries out my name. Then her teeth are back on me.
I thought I’d willingly bleed for Sophia. But does that mean I’d bleed at someone else’s hands to save her? Or at her hands because I can’t think of anything more sexually arousing?
While she doesn’t break my skin in that way, I can’t help wishing she would.
My blood running between the two of us is the hottest thing I can think of. Images of Sophia taking that switchblade of hers and drawing a line across my chest. The thick liquid spreading as we fuck.
I want to instruct her how to do it. I want to see how deep I’ll let her go before the pain blocks everything else out. Then I’ll stitch myself and heal before letting her do it all over again.
The combination of the visual and the way her cunt is squeezing the ever-loving fuck out of me has me coming harder than I remember.
The world shimmers at the edges. Likely all that blood I was thinking about pulsing through my temples as I come deep inside Sophia.
My vision blurs a little. Probably to do with my head injury. But I ride out the last waves of pleasure before reaching between us to pull out and take care of the condom.
When I kneel up, Sophia gasps.
“Oh my God, I made such a mess of your shoulder. I’m so sorry.”
