THIRTY-EIGHT
N oelle leaves the blade in his chest.
She turns to look at me and sighs deeply. She’s shaking a little, but it’s mainly from the fact that she can finally breathe freely. She strolls toward me until there’s nothing but a few inches separating us.
Noelle reeks of blood, and it’s the scent that suits her the most.
She’s lethal.
Dangerous.
Alluring.
And all mine.
She tilts her head up and stares at me. Immediately, I see the twisted arousal in her eyes. Noelle takes a deep breath and blinks.
“Your clothes. Off. Now.”
I raise an amused brow. “Damn, alright. Right here?”
She nods. “There’s a perfectly usable table right there.”
With a smirk, I start removing my clothes, piece by piece. Noelle’s eye twitches, and she rips my shirt apart before I get the chance to pull it over my head. My cock hardens at the sight of her being that needy, and I can’t help but indulge her.
I strip her out of her shorts and toss them to the side, along with her underwear. She’s left in the blood-soaked shirt that reaches just below her ass. Fucking hell, this is one of the hottest things I’ve witnessed.
She grabs my face and pulls me into a heated kiss, the wet blood from her hands transferring onto my face. I lick her bottom lip, and she parts it, allowing me full access. Fuck.
I’m completely addicted.
There’s nothing left in me except the need to own her entirely. And I do. She’s mine, body, mind, and soul. Her sweet tongue darts along mine, perfectly in sync. She moans into the kiss, grabbing me, touching me, and dragging her nails wherever she can. My body is a blank canvas for all the marks she wants to leave, and I’ll gladly take anything she gives me.
Noelle lowers her hand and starts stroking my cock through the thin material of my boxers, and I hiss in her mouth, biting her lip until I can taste the metal on my tongue. Noelle squeezes my cock before she slips her hand inside of the underwear, pulling it out.
She starts to go down on her knees, but I grab her shoulders and pull her back up.
“Not today, baby.” I kiss her jaw. “I need you now, and I need to hear you scream my name.”
She chuckles, and I pick her up, setting her on the wooden table. Immediately, she parts her legs, and I go down on my knees. I don’t waste any time and attack her sweet pussy with my tongue. She grabs my hair and pulls my face closer to her sensitive clit, moaning.
“Hudson,” she screams out when I add a finger in, my tongue swirling and pressing against her clit. I look up to see her staring at me. Her eyes are glossy and red, and she’s crying.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she grits out and closes her eyes.
I grab her thighs and push her legs farther apart, watching as her head falls back. With each lick, her voice gets louder, and her body starts trembling in ecstasy. She’s getting close. Soon enough, she pushes my head against her as much as possible.
“Come on my tongue, baby. Let me taste you.”
It’s all it takes for her to come undone. I lap up all of her sweet juices, making sure not to waste a single drop. Her body squirms, and she slowly releases the tight grip on my hair when she comes back down from the intense orgasm.
Her heavy breathing fills my ears, and small droplets of sweat fall down her forehead. They mix with the blood on her face, and it’s like I become a madman, obsessed with the scene in front of me. I only wish I had a camera on me to capture this picture-perfect moment.
I take her ankles and pull her forward a little, then position the tip of my cock at her entrance. Without a warning, I push inside in a long, steady thrust. Noelle digs her nails in my shoulders, the ache only intensifying my need to fuck her until all she can see are stars.
“Fuck me, Hudson,” she whimpers. “Fuck me so hard that I’ll feel you for weeks after.”
I chuckle. “I always do, baby.”
My hands go under her shirt, touching her breasts and squeezing them. Her lips part, and her eyes don’t move from my face. I want to touch every inch of her skin, kiss every visible surface until all the wounds the motherfucker left behind have healed entirely.
With a small growl, I start moving at a faster pace.
Noelle likes it rough, so I give her all of it. I slam into her, and the sound of our bodies colliding together fills the room. Her pretty sounds are like the best melody. She’s like a siren, and she’s lured me deeply into her clutches. But despite that, I don’t want to leave. I want to be with this pretty siren of mine until death do us part. Even then, she’ll be by my side because I’m not letting go.
“You were fucking made for me,” I groan when her walls clench down on me, my cock twitching inside her. “Jesus, Noelle. You really want to be filled up, huh?”
She nods. “I need to feel all of it, Hudson. Please, just use me as your toy for today.”
I chuckle. “For today? Oh, baby. You’re my little breeding toy until the day we die. I’ll be coming inside you for a long, long time. You can’t escape that.”
“Yes!” she screams out, and I stop.
I feel that her orgasm is approaching, but I want this moment to last. If she’s not pregnant already, she will be after this. I have no doubt that it will happen sooner rather than later, and the thought is just fucking thrilling.
I can’t wait to see her pregnant with my baby. Her swollen breasts, her pretty belly, and to eventually have a child with her. It’s been on my mind for so fucking long, and I’m no longer holding back. I’m turning it into reality.
Slowly, I start to move, lifting up her shirt until I can get a taste of her pretty tits. I put one in my mouth as much as I can and suck on the erect nipple. Noelle moans, and her face fills with bliss.
I twist the other nipple with my index and middle finger before lightly tugging on it. That’s all it takes for her to come undone on my cock, and I can’t hold it in for much longer.
The pace increases, and my thrusts become more vicious. Her sensitive body responds so fucking perfectly. She’s shivering, her arms are covered in goosebumps, and the mere sight of her covered in blood sends me over the edge.
Noelle wraps her legs around me and pulls me close as I start to fill her, moaning and screaming my name. I don’t pull out until the last drop is inside her, and both of us are panting, trying to catch our breath.
Her eyes snap open, and she glances behind me with a little laugh. My eyes follow hers only to notice that there’s now a pool of blood beneath the chair where Dylan is tied. His chest is still moving, and his eyes are on us.
Oh, so he’s still alive.
With a smirk, I pull out, watching as my come starts to pool out of her. With my thumb, I grab the small amount and push it into Noelle’s mouth. She welcomes it and sucks my thumb clean, all while holding eye contact with me.
“Do you want more?”
“Yes, please.”
“How polite.” I laugh and kiss the top of her head. “But not right now. We should leave. I have something very, very fun prepared for the two of us.”
I help her get back into her underwear and shorts, staring at the mess we’ve created. Both in regards to Dylan and on the table where I fucked her. It has blood, cum, and sweat all over it.
“Are you going to finish him off?”
“No,” Noelle responds immediately. “Let him suffer with his deepest thoughts in his last moments. That’s as merciful as I can get.”
That basically means she doesn’t plan to show him any mercy. With a chuckle, I grab her hand and lead her out of the dirty room.
She glances at Dylan one last time before turning her back on him. He’s too weak and too severely wounded to shout after us, so I close the door and lock it. He’ll die like the rotten bastard that he is.
Now that the main obstacle and threat to us is gone, I interlock our fingers together and take her on a little trip.
It’s just the two of us, and there’s no one who would ever be able to try and take her away from me.
Noelle Campbell is mine.
Always and forever.