Page 31 of Fated Blood

“Hold me…” I purr. I want nothing more than to feel his strong arms band around me, but only one arm moves. Irritated, I look at his other arm and see it hanging at a weird angle, the skin on his shoulder shredded. “Mmm…” I moan, lowering my head to his wound and lapping at it with my tongue. My hand trails up and down the injured arm gently.

“Fayla, that hurts…” he hisses, but I can’t stop.

He tries to move away and I put my full weight on his lap and grasp his shoulder hard.

“I need you to hold me…” I whisper fiercely right before I shove his shoulder hard against the wall behind him.

Sebastian wails in pain, the sound echoing off the walls. I grab his injured arm and force it around me, showing him its back in place before I grind my hips ever harder over whatever is throbbing between them.

“Take me like you said you would?” I beg, kissing up his neck until I kiss his cheek.

He’s staring at me wide eyed, but his hands are gripping my hips and rocking me against him in such a way that I feel like I did when his fingers were inside me.

“It will hurt…” he breathes, but the lust in his eyes tells me he’s so far over the edge that he won't be able to stop himself. That sends a spark of thrill up my spine and I arch my back, pressing my breasts to his mouth.

“Fuck, Fayla!” he curses, the nipple of my right breast brushing against his lips over and over through my nightgown.

With a growl he tears my clothes open, sucks my breast into his mouth and I come apart at the seams. I’m screaming, holding his head to my chest, rocking on his lap. This blinding pleasure has overtaken me in such a way that my near-death experience seems non-existent at this point.

“I need you!” I cry, “I’m burning alive, I feel empty and I—”

“I can help with that,” he whispers around my nipple and reaches between us. That hard throbbing thing under me moves and I realize what I’m feeling is what he called his “cock.” I remember now what he said he'd do with it, remember how his fingers felt inside me.

I cup Sebastian’s face, making him look up at me as he presses to my innermost core. I lower my lips to his as he lowers me on top of that throbbing length. The moment our lips touch is the moment he pushes inside, stretching me past my limit, tearing me in two.

But his lips are on mine, finally. His scruffy beard brushing my face, his hot tongue tentatively touching mine. Through the pain of his entrance, I can only register how amazing his mouth is. I wrap my arms around his neck, crying out in pain, but searching his mouth with my tongue for dear life. Finally, he’s seated entirely inside me and he stops moving with a gasp. I moan, wincing, feeling my body become accustomed to his.

“Seb…astian…” I whisper, rubbing my nose against his and moaning softly inside his mouth.

“Did it hurt too much?” he asks, his tone full of worry and his eyes misting up again.

“I just died, Sebastian…that hurt… This?” I rock my hips, gasping at the mixture of pain and intense pleasure I can’t fully understand. “This is not pain…”

Chapter12

Sebastian

My mind is completely blank. All I can register is the intense pleasure of Fayla wrapped around me and the words coming out of her innocent mouth. I want to buck wildly, to lose control and fuck her on the floor so hard and fast that we both come in an explosion of ecstasy.

She’s holding me down, her tiny body so powerful that I couldn’t do that if I tried. I put pressure on her hips, trying to ease her up and back down, but she doesn’t budge. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted as she clenches herself around me over and over. Her moaning is tipping me over the edge of need, and for the first time in my life, I feel like I could come from just being inside a woman.

“Fayla…” I beg, trying to grind against her, trying to push and instigate movement. If she doesn’t wake up from her pleasure fog soon it will be over for us both too fast. I want this to last a lifetime. “Fayla, let me help you move…” I press on her hips again, and her body softens. She lets me take control, lets me move her, if hesitantly.

“Oh! Oh my…” she whimpers as I pull out of her inch by inch.

“You feel so fucking good!” I pant, trying to control myself. I don’t want to scare her away now. Before I’m all the way out, I pull her hips back down again and she stops breathing. Her eyes are wide and glued to mine.

“More!” she demands.

I smirk at her. “Say please…” I tease.

Her eyes flare with a warning I can’t decipher seconds before she leaps off me, she grabs me by my neck and picks me up with one hand. I’m startled to silence, staring at her standing in front of me and holding my body off the ground.

“More!” she hisses, her need making me crazy. Her eyes tell me that I can do as she demands or have it done to me, and I don’t know which idea I like better.

“Make me!” I prod her.

And immediately regret it.

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