Chapter 41
Poison
Blood drips from black roses
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I carry Anita’s shaking body to the room, her arms wrapped tight around my neck with her face in the crook of my neck. I did tell her the things I can do to her, how I can make her feel. It wasn't to be cocky, but to let her know she would never be unsatisfied with me. I’m too infatuated with her to not cater to every inch of her body.
Her skin is slick against mine and the mark she carved on my chest is leaking more blood, causing it to rub and smear against her breast that's pressed into me. Once I make it to the room, it's still lit with candles on the nightstand that haven’t melted fully yet. There’s no other light, only the bright glow of the moon cascading into the large bay window and the flames from the flickering wick shifting around the ceiling and walls.
She moans softly in my arms as I approach the four-poster bed. When I lay her down gently, she stretches with more whimpers, moving in the bed with hazy eyes as if she’s on cloud nine. I stand at the end of the bed looking at the beautiful mess I made. Her dress is bunched still, and the top is destroyed, her succulent breasts are full, with hard, darkened nipples.
“Fuck. Look at you,” I croon, rubbing over my hard dick. It's been dripping with my pre-cum since I got on my knees and begged to taste her. I was turned on to the fucking max, and all I could think about was sinking myself into her tight pussy.
She smiles at me as I move my hand from my erection, and I take her leg instead, lifting it up to unlace her heels. I press my knee into the bed, and as I do, I kiss her ankle, her calf, and massage the softness of her thigh.
Anita sighs. “You know how to ruin a woman, don’t you?”
I smile, running my tongue over her skin, ending it with a bite that’ll leave a mark. She whines softly, pushing her leg into my mouth. “That's my intention.”
I remove the rest of her clothing until she's laying back flat, glowing and bare, right before me. Even with her healing bruises from her ribs, she’s still stunning. A spark runs up my spine, watching the light from the moon cast over her skin. Her full hair sprawled out around her as if it's alive.
“Yeah? What else is your intention?” She rubs her nipple, trailing the other hand back down to her wet center.
My chest caves as she dips her fingers into her already glistening pussy, and that riles me up, my mouth turns to sandpaper as she moans with an arch, spreading her legs wider.
I quickly stand, my eyes never leaving hers while she does her salacious act. I strip myself naked, my heart thumping hard in my ribs and every fiber of my body standing tall. So desperate to feel her again. I lower back to the mattress, the bed dipping in as I do. She crawls back on her elbows, and I follow, looming over her like a predator ready to sink his teeth into his prey. I grab her waist, wrapping her in my arm and pulling her up to the pillows. She gasps, her eyes twinkling from my aggression.
Her legs spread for me to sit comfortably between her. She’s so aroused I can feel the heat emanating from her pussy, and I haven't even lowered myself.
“I’m going to fuck you, little snake.” I place my hands on the sides of her face and lean down to her neck. She whimpers, arching her back and tracing her nails up my biceps.
“And I plan to ruin you, just as you've done to me.”
I dig my teeth into her neck with a deep growl. This time, I press my cock against her drenched sex, and she sucks in a sharp breath, pressing her chest into mine, her nails tearing deeper into my arms.
I lick over the wound, switching position fast because I can't hold out any longer. I pull her to me in a spooning position, our bodies pressed close together and not an inch less. Her head rests on top of my arm as I grasp under her thigh, pulling it far enough to reach my shoulder while the other is bent slightly.
Before I enter from behind, Anita turns her head to gaze up at me. I fix my view down at her.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No,” she whispers. Then she places her hand on my cheek, guiding me to her soft black lips. Once we kiss, I clasp my length and navigate my way into her creamy entrance. I'm hit with bliss and relief that I moan instantly. I grab her thigh again, squeezing it to handle the sensation. She's so tight and wet, stretching around my cock so perfectly.
“Fuck, you're so wet.” I whimper, using my other hand to grip her jawline and press my face against hers like a mad man. She makes me this way. Weak and hooked, controlled by her touch, her smile, her words, her fucking voice.
Every damn part of her. Because she’s created a kind of poison that's meant to be consumed.
Without holding back, I sink into her again, hitting deeper into her crevice. She doesn’t jerk back, her mouth slacks with dimmed eyes and whimpering pants. Her fingers toy with my beard, then she threads them gracefully in my hair. Our breath mingles together with our lips inches apart.
I stay still, balls deep inside of her, soaking in her tight warmth. Making my own home within her walls.
A moan spills past as she leans up an inch and takes my lips between her teeth. I grunt, gliding my hand to her neck with a tightened hold.
Her pussy clenches around my dick, and she kisses the infliction. Then Anita looks me in the eye. “Fuck me like this is our last night alive.”
A pause stretches between us before I tilt down, crushing my lips against her mouth. She knots her hand in my hair as my hips move at a faster, deeper pace. It's exactly what I plan to do. I’m going to fuck her like I’ll never see her again. As if this were my last night with her.
I fuck her at a maddening rhythm; with every plunge I hit a spot that causes her body to wince and jerk, her moans come out as pleading cries. I don't stop. I grip under her chin and hold her body glue tight to mine until we’re sent to euphoric heights. I groan menacingly as her other hand grabs the hand that's choking her.
I press my nose into her cheek, loving the breathless cries she makes. “This is what you wanted, huh?” I pant in my native tongue.
“Y-yes.” She moans, squeezing my hand to choke her harder. Fuck, she's my kind of crazy.
I grunt, kissing her cheek, then lowering my head to kiss her neck, to suck and bite on the flesh. I rock my hips into her cunt as it squeezes on and off around my length. I lick over her lobe and nibble gingerly.
“You’re fucking mine.” I release her leg while still fucking her and wipe my hand across my chest to gather my blood. Through my plunges, I hook her thigh again and smear my blood coated fingers over her soaked cunt and my dick, running the crimson on my shaft as I pull away.
“ Mine, little snake. ”
Liquid gushes from her and she moans louder. “Yes, I’m all yours!”
I cover her mouth with mine, suffocating her moans, now both of our sounds mix as I kiss her like she’ll disappear right here.
I pull away. “I’m so proud of you, amor. You’re taking my cock so well.” I lick over her lips then to her jaw. “You’re perfect. So perfect for me,” I rasp, meeting her lips again.
Her fingers don't leave my hair as I continue plunging into her with a propelling motion. I slow down, grinding my hips up into her, using more of the muscles in my stomach, but I know it hits that spot in her walls like it sends an extreme tingle to my toes and up my thighs. A build up like growing stars gather at the base of my back, my balls tighten, and I can feel my release coming sooner than later.
I shift my hold on her neck to cup her breast, rolling my thumb and pointer in a circular pinch.
“ Uhhh .” She shudders, moaning breathlessly. “ Yeess.” She kisses me again, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. Our sweaty skin sticking and slipping against each other every thrust.
I unclasp her thigh and rub her swollen clit delicately, speeding up my strokes, my heart pounding faster with each breath. My hips buck wildly to help reach her climax—and so I don’t come before her.
Shit, it’s right there. Whimpers bubble up from my throat, and I have to gnaw down on her cheek, taking a good chunk to keep myself from falling apart.
My heart rates pick up a vicious pace, my balls tightening, waiting for the moment to bust. Her nails dig in my hair as she moans sweetly into the air, her hips meeting my pound.
“I’m going to cum, Ronan. I’m going to—” She huffs, arching her back as my dick hits her a-spot.
Oh, thank fuck. “Me too, love.” I groan, picking up the speed and pulling her thigh further up. I rub her bud faster until her cries grow louder in pitch, and her pussy muscles are squeezing around my dick.
“Yees.” Anita eyes clenched shut as she milks me with all her release. That sends me down a spiral into ecstasy, my heart punches against my chest as the wave stronger than life snatches my entire soul from my body, then punches it back into place. My hips jerk involuntarily, my thrust off beat, the blood rushing to my brain.
“Oh fuck.” My eyes roll to the back of my head as I come so damn hard, my toes curl tight enough to break.
We both moan and writhe against each other like two rocks creating a fire. I grasp her jaw, forcing her lips to mine and crushing my mouth against her, sucking in her sounds and giving her my own, the blur weakening my mind, and my body...Strengthening my soul.
I press my sweaty forehead to hers, breathing hard, so my heart can beat back to normal. Shivers linger over my body for what feels like ongoing flutters. I lowered her loose limb.
“Thanks for that wonderful stretch, darling,” she teases lustfully, draping her legs over my thigh, and her breath is still heavy.
Before I forget, I gently remove her legs, forcing myself to get up.
Limp on the bed, her hand shoots out. “Where are you going?” she whines with a drowsy tint.
I smirk, the groggy weight falling over my body and eyes. “I have to clean you up.”
“Do it in the morning. Come. Please.”
I sigh, but I listen. My back hits the covers. I didn’t love the covers so much until now. Anita fixes her hair before I wrap my arms around her and pull her close to me. The cover moves with her. Her cold sweat slick across my chest. She curls herself perfectly under me. My eyes instantly close the moment her head rests on my chest.
“Ronan.”
“Hmm.”
I feel her nail tracing one of my scars. “Why did you do all of this for me?”
My hand slides to her thigh, and I graze over her slick skin. “You said you never experienced this, and I wanted to give you a night to remember.”
Silence. Then she whispers, “Thank you.”
I shake my head. “Don't thank me. I’d do anything for you.” I drift off as her breathing becomes lighter. “Anything.”