Page 66 of Grave Love
Our eyes meet. Pale blue stillness full of arrogance and lust. His promise of unforgiving bliss.
I don’t want to fight him anymore.
He steps forward. Grabbing my ankles, he slides my body against the metal, the extra blood gliding against my back until my ass rests on the edge, right against the embalming drain.
He fists his cock, edging it over to my dark hole, the tip massaging the ridges of my ass. I lick my lips and shift my hips closer to him. He quickly grabs another bottle, then unscrews the lid and pours more blood, drenching us in red.
“Is that wet enough?” he asks.
I nod as I thrust forward, silently begging him to take me.
“That’s what I thought,” he murmurs.
His cock breaks the barrier of my ass; I hold my breath. His fingers dig into my hips, locking in place. He sucks in a gasp, the sensation overwhelming him, and it gets to me too. I barely breathe. I’m full, and I’m tight, and I have to remind myself to breathe.
Breathe.
Blaze’s fingertips rub my clit in agonizing circles, keeping his cock still, the purple head gloved by me.
“Look at the dirty, filthy toy laid out on the table for me,” he says. “You like being fucked in the ass, little corpse?”
He pushes in another inch, deeper than I thought he could go, and my cheeks boil with shame and intense desire. I cover my face. It’s too much.
He smacks my hands out of the way.
“Don’t you dare hide from me,” he growls. “I want toseeyou come. I want to see you lose yourself. See you forget everything you stand for. Being fucked in the ass. Drenched in blood. You’re so fucking wet, aren’t you, baby? It’s not even the blood now. It’s blood andneed.Your depraved arousal. Because you’re just a fucked up little whore whoneedsto be taken like this.”
I nod. Bite my tongue. I don’t know why I’m agreeing, but I don’t stop myself. I can’t. I wantmore.More of his madness. More of him. Blaze moves his hips, massaging my ass from the inside. The pain subsides, and the pleasure builds. Heat spreads across my chest. Every nerve ending in my body is electric, buzzing to life.
He pries a finger inside of my cunt, both of my holes filled with him. I groan like an animal and arch my back.
“Dirty little bitch,” he laughs. “You’re so fucking wet, you’re sopping. A pool of arousal and blood. There’s no shame when you know you love it. Don’t you, slut? Tell me you don’t love it. Lie to me.”
“I don’t,” I whisper, my words hoarse. I shove my ass down onto his dick even deeper, grinding on his hooked finger in my pussy, and I cry out in pain. At the fullness. At the knowledge thatthisis what it’s like to be complete.
“Beg me not to tear you apart,” he yells as he pulls me closer. “Beg me not to rip your tight little ass open. Not to rip you to fucking shreds.” His voice turns low, gravelly, full of primal rage: “Beg me not to kill you, Ren.”
“Please, please,please,” I cry. “Please don’t kill me.”
I rub my clit frantically, urging myself to go over that edge. He thrusts inside of my ass like he wants to scoop out my organs and bury himself inside of me. My thoughts—those worries about us forgetting who we are to each other—dissolve into something else. Something I need more than I need to die right then.
“There’s no problem with natural lubrication,” he says. He digs a second finger into my cunt, his dick still riding in my ass, against that thin wall of flesh. My mind flashes to my ex, and I glance at the hallway, toward the crematory. Is that who is burning right now? Is that the blood we’re bathing in?
Does it matter?
Blaze grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him as he pumps inside of me, his cock taking my ass all the way to the hilt. The tears flood my face. It’s not because I’m scared or in pain. I’moverwhelmed.Completely destroyed by the fact that Blaze wants me.All of me.Even in this fucked up, bloody mess. Even when I cry. Even when I beg to live and die and to do anything and everything he wants. Hestillwants me.
He grabs my neck and my body reacts, surrendering to the pleasure, convulsing like a demon. The orgasm slashes through me, and I have no control anymore. I have no say in who I am or what I want or how my body reacts. I simply exist. I’m nothing and I’m everything and I’mhis.
Blaze.
The orgasm stops, but he keeps fingering my pussy as his cock tears my ass apart, and it’s so fucking much, I’m close to coming all over again.
“Please,” I beg. “I need this. I needyou.”
“Then fucking take me,” he growls.
He takes his fingers away, and I howl in retaliation. Then he grabs the last bottle and empties the blood over our faces. We’re painted in red, evil spirits from another world, and the blood washes away everything right and wrong between us until none of itmeansanything. His eyes hold me still, paralyzing me, and a thought pierces through me—
