Page 75 of Lovely Violent Things

“I’m at your mercy, sweet Halen.” I dip down and taste her lips, then meet her eyes as I implore her, “Destroy me.”

And goddamn, she is divine torture as she does.

I drown beneath the torrent of her heightened emotions as she steals my breath with a sensual kiss, her body melding against mine seamlessly. My hands map her body, exploring with aggressive deliberateness to learn every curve and plane.

I lavish her neck with my mouth, my tongue delving out to taste her skin. The water does little to dilute the heady mix of Halen and blood, and it sends me into a feral lust, awakening the hedonist within. I kiss and caress tenderly, chasing each sweep of my tongue with a bite and scrape of my teeth to balance the edge between pleasure and pain.

She rakes her nails across my shoulder blades, summoning the fiend to my surface. I fist her hair and tilt her head back under the spray, granting myself full access to sink my teeth into her neck, feasting on her like a demon of the night. My goal to mark her as mine and override the imprint on her shoulder is a vicious demand.

Hauling her ass away from the marble, I glide my palm down the backside of her thigh and bring her leg over my jean-clad knee, spreading her open to me. I first trace the sigil on her sensitive skin, my cock damn near tearing through the confines of my pants in aching need, before I push my hand between her thighs and swirl my fingers over her clit. All sanity nearly shatters at the slippery feel of her arousal despite the water raining over her body.

A broken moan catches in her throat. Her muscles gather tight as she rolls her hips in needy undulations to speed my strokes, and when I slip inside to feel her tight cunt pulse around my fingers, I release a deep growl against the pocket of her shoulder.

Halen works her hips in perfect time to my building rhythm, fucking my fingers in abandon and killing me at the sexy-as-hell sight of her. She pushes off the shower wall and links her arms around my neck, unconcerned with the stitches or pain. She licks the sigil carved in my chest, tasting my blood and unleashing a depravity within me from the basest corner of my soul.

The primal urge to taste her on my tongue rears hot and violent to drop me to my knees.

Through the hazy curtain, candlelight bathes her glistening body as I kneel before my goddess and surround my mouth over her sweet pussy.

Fingers splayed in my wet hair, she tugs at the roots to deliver a hint of pain, igniting a bestial hunger to feel her tear me apart.

Her moans fall freely from her lips as I suck her clit into my mouth. I release a rough groan against her sensitive flesh, feral as I take her to the edge, again and again, until she’s writhing in delicious pain so deliriously intoxicating, I’m drunk on her. Her thighs clamp down hard around me as I feast on her, fucking her with my tongue as my goddamn cock throbs in pounding fury to feel her sheathed around me. I continue to consume her saccharine taste, punishingly bringing her to the edge of climax before battling my own animalistic desire and forcing myself to taper off.

I don’t stop until her cries for release tighten my skin in a hot ache. I don’t stop until her body is shaking and as wild as I feel. I don’t stop until the shower water starts to run cold.

When her knees buckle and she can no longer hold herself up, I sweep her into my arms and haul her to the library, our drenched bodies leaving a trail of water on the hardwood.

I shed my soaked pants before I spread the blanket on the floor in front of the fireplace hearth, then lay her down in the center, where I prowl over her wet body like a feral beast catching its prey. And her eyes pin me right back, trapping me above her.

“You tied me to a tree during the ritual because you think I’m dangerous,” she says, chest rising with her quick inhalations. “Capable of hurting you.”

Palming the side of her face, I stare into the glint of her irises reflecting the blazing fire. In my periphery, I catch sight of the fire poker, an object not unlike the one I witnessed her wield to mutilate the face of my adversary.

“Hurt me or fuck me, Halen. I want all of you. Every bit of your sweet torture.” I close the gap between us, kissing her lips tenderly before I bite into her lower lip so I can swallow her breathy moan.

As I rise up, I say, “Tell me what you want.”

Her swallow is forced. “To let go,” she says.

“You can let go.” I caress her cheek. “You can get lost, Halen. I promise, I’ll find you. I’ll always bring you back, sweetness.”

To prove my vow, I shift onto my knees and reach over to grab my discarded jeans. I pull the leather belt from the loops. Keeping my gaze fused to hers, I deftly wrap the wet leather around one of my wrists, then I place the end of the belt in her hand.

Halen lifts onto an elbow, her hand gripped around the leather. A trace of fear flashes in her eyes, gifting me a hit of her tantalizing honeysuckle and clove, before she tugs the belt to bring me closer. The uncertainty I feel in her is replaced by yearning as she secures my wrists together, rousing the deviant monster within.

She pushes her palms flush to my chest and guides me to lie back. She’s the loveliest thing I’ve ever seen as she mounts me. Straddling my hips, she drives my arms over my head, a silent command to keep my wrists bound.

Her mouth rests against my ear. “I never put the necklace back on because I’ve always belonged to you,” she whispers, and my fucking heart riots at her confession. “Just like the sigil on my thigh was always there, waiting for you to uncover it, for me to see.”

Carnal heat scorches my goddamn blood, my veins drumming with the ferocious beat of my heart, her words slaying me.

If I die tonight by her hands, I’ll savor every wickedly brutal second of that sweet death.

As she arches back, my cock is an impatient, greedy fucker at the taunting feel of her slick pussy nestled along my shaft. She bears down just enough to wrench a sharp breath from between my gritted teeth, and this brings a devious smile to her mouth that fucking owns my whole being.

I buck my hips up against her, rewarded with the salacious sight of her perfectly slight breasts bouncing. “Make me fear you, baby.”

She reaches above my head and grabs the glass of water. Dumping the contents to the hardwood, she then smashes the cup, selecting a shard of glass. I’m hypnotized by her every action as she methodically inspects the piece for slivers, then traces the soft pad of her finger over my chest, her gaze trailing behind the symbol she outlines. Her needy pussy grinding against me all the while, seeking friction.

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