Chapter 17 Scarlett #2
“I never thought I’d have this again. If it wasn’t with you, it would be with no one. We are each other’s only. Forever.”
Krane nods against my breast, sheathing another finger inside me. He curls them just the way I like, making my hips lift from the bed. He hisses against my skin, fiery eyes finding mine.
“Your pussy missed me. I may be a monster, but she recognizes me all the same. Knows I am her master. The only one who gets to worship her.” He pumps me harder, adding a third finger. “How did your pretty cunt manage to get even tighter?"
My vision turns dark around the edges. Pleasure wraps around me with both hands. The sloppy sounds of his fingers fucking me are more than I can bear. My muscles coil tightly as I clench down around his thrusting hand.
“Krane,” I groan.
“Let me hear you, Scarlett. I no longer have to quiet your moans with a hand over your mouth—biting my palm to keep from screaming my name.” A primal smile curls his lips. “Let me hear what I do to you. Soak me with your come. I need to taste it.”
My peak looms, and when Krane’s head goes between my thighs to join his fingers, I’m done for.
The first lick of his tongue against my clit sends me into bliss.
My thighs squeeze his pumpkin head until I’m sure it will crack.
His slippery tongue unfurls, longer than possible, and licks the whole length of me.
I do as he asks and scream his name, words of pleasure falling from my lips.
“Krane, yes! I’m close—so close. Oh!”
With one final expert curl of his fingers, and with his lips sucking on my clit, my body erupts.
Every nerve comes alive, and every muscle tightens.
Flames break out along my skin as I scream through my release.
It is probably more prolonged after having been denied for the past month.
Tears sting my eyes as I finally manage to come down.
Krane removes his fingers, his tongue spearing into my entrance to lick up every drop of my spend.
My thighs tremble as he prowls back up my body, limply dangling around his hips. Warm lips find mine as he shares my taste.
“You were worth risking death over. That sweet little pussy sent me to my grave. It belongs to me as do you.”
“Always,” I vow, taking his mouth in another fevered kiss.
He kisses me again before pulling back. I slide up the bed and prop myself up on my elbows. Pink colors my chest and cheeks. My stomach quivers in anticipation as I watch his hands go to his trousers. There is a tremble to his fingers as he goes to undo the lacings.
“Are you sure you want this, Scarlett? I am no longer a man—things about me have changed.”
I smile at him, propping up my knees and exposing myself fully to his hungry gaze. His eyes roam over me as if seeing me for the first time. I spread my thighs even wider, my invitation more than clear.
“I want you inside me, Krane. Would you so easily deny me?”
Krane growls, fisting the waistband of his pants.
“I’ve never been able to say no to you.”
With one tug, his pants fall to the floor, and he kicks them away.
I gasp as my mouth grows dry. He wasn't kidding; he isn’t a man anymore.
The proud flesh that greets my eyes is nearly the length of my forearm.
His pale gray shaft is decorated with slight ridges that mirror those of the pumpkin.
The head is darker gray, already leaking a pearl of seed—my mouth waters at the sight.
More moisture leaks from my intimate flesh as I imagine what he will feel like inside of me. He takes himself in his hand, spreading his come over the tip and giving himself a rough pump.
“I told you,” he says, clearly taking my gasp as one of apprehension.
“The only thing I’m worried about is how you’re going to fit all that inside of me.”
His mouth flattens into a line.
“I won’t hurt you,” he vows.
“I know. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to try and take as much of you as I can.”
Krane groans, pumping himself roughly.
“Wanton woman, what am I going to do with you?”
“Fuck me.” I bat my eyelashes at him. “Please.”
“You and your fucking please’s,” he grumbles while crawling up my body.
We both hold our breath as he fits his head to my entrance. My wetness allows him to glide in easily. Hard, gray flesh disappears into my pink opening. He’s barely inside me, and the stretch is already significant. My head falls back against my shoulders.
It is a reunion and rebirth all at once. We were torn apart, and now at least we have come together. We will be something new after tonight—something unbreakable. His hands fall to my hips to keep me steady. His invasion is slow, holding himself tightly to keep from impaling me all at once.
He doesn’t stop, not until my ass presses against the cradle of his hips.
The feel of him is amazing—familiar and yet entirely different.
The ridges of his cock cause my eyes to roll back in my head.
The hard length of him is burning hot, pulsing with awareness.
It is a tight fit, and I feel blissfully full.
Of him—Krane. My heart, once a mess of jagged pieces, is whole again.
Our souls weave together into a tapestry of forever.
I let our lovemaking take me to another world.
My legs lift and wrap around his hips, pulling him even deeper. My nails shred down the skin of his back. He groans, pulling his hips back and pumping into me again. Fire spills from inside the pumpkin. His face is twisted. In pain or pleasure, I cannot be sure.
“So fucking tight, Scarlett. I can’t believe they sought to take this away from me. I will kill them all for denying such bliss—for denying me you.”
“Krane,” I moan. “Move. Make love to me. Erase the scars of the past and claim me for all time.”
He retreats his hips before thrusting into me again. I moan in pleasure, but Krane only curses. Flames spill from him as his hands tremble on the sheet beside me.
“Scarlett, I—the rage. I don’t know what to do with it. It’s what made me into this. It’s always here, blanketing everything else. I worry that if I let myself get too carried away…”
He shakes his head, not wanting to finish.
Lifting myself from the bed, I find his mouth.
“Unleash it on me,” I say against his lips.
He swiftly shakes his head.
“No, I couldn't."
“I can take it, Krane. I want it—all of you.” Our mouths meet again. “Fuck all of your rage into me. Let my body absolve you from it.”
Krane growls, pulling back until he nearly withdraws from me.
He slams back into me with a sharp slap of our bodies.
My breasts bounce at the force, and euphoria unlocks inside me.
Our lovemaking was always tender in the past, but we are not the same people we were a month ago.
This desperation burns us both alive. I will not have him holding any part of himself back from me.
I want to be burned alive by his anger—a vessel for his absolution.
He can use me however he wishes, knowing that only pleasure awaits me on the other side.
He fucks into me again, and my teeth clench together.
“Yes,” I moan. “Harder. Faster.”
Krane does it again, his hands holding my hips a loft so he can power into me. Green flames flow down his shoulders. They glide against my skin.
“Leave no question who owns me. Mark me inside and out.”
He growls at me, continuing to fuck me unrestrained.
The muscles of his shoulders tense as he pounds into me.
His fingers are turning white against my skin, and I’ll no doubt have bruises there in the morning.
My mouth opens on a pant. Each glide of his rigids along my inner walls sends my body hurting towards another climax.
His cinnamon scent only encourages my pleasure.
Slamming into me again, his balls graze against my ass. Lifting my legs over his shoulders, he nearly folds me in half. The angle is much deeper this way; his face hovers above mine.
“You are my madness, Scarlett. From the moment we met, all my thoughts were of you.” He pushes my hips further back to take me deeper, rougher.
“When I was young, I’d stand below your window at night, for any sight of you.
I contemplated ways to sneak into your room—to take you just as I am now.
Never thought you’d seek me out on your own.
Never thought I’d get to feel this perfect pussy around my cock. ”
“Krane,” I groan.
He licks up my sweaty cheek, hysteria dancing in his flames.
He is Krane, but he is also the Headless Horseman.
A monster more powerful than I can comprehend.
It is no longer only a man who desires me but a creature who demands a primal claim on me.
I welcome it all, only praying that I survive the climax that is about to unmake me.
“I dreamed of taking you in your bed. Your screams of pleasure waking the house. Your father would discover us and have no choice but to wed you to me. Even if he had tried to separate us, I would’ve found a way.
” His lips find my ear, my thighs pressing into my chest. “He did discover us that day. Didn’t he, Scarlett?
He had said nothing as I took you. I heard him leave, but honestly, he could’ve stayed and watched for all I cared.
Nothing would ever make me leave your cunt. ”
“Oh my god, Krane! I’m close, I’m—”
My eyes glaze over at his crude declaration.
The truth of it settles into my bones. My father had discovered us that day and we hadn't stopped. Though he hadn’t stayed around to watch, we had made no moves to separate, to feel even an ounce of shame for having been caught. It was wicked, but it was the truth.
Krane snarls as he tosses my legs from his shoulders. I can barely catch my breath as he hooks me around my knees and tosses me face down. Hoisting me up under my hips, I groan as he kneels behind me and licks up both my holes. I scream into the sheets as his tongue gently prods my back entrance.