Chapter Twenty-Nine
Ava
His arms embrace around me as he twists his body to break our fall into the thorns. We brace the fall together, wrapping ourselves in the brambles as they reach around us, cutting our flesh as we land.
When I wanted to fall, to escape from watching earlier, this is exactly what I thought it would feel like. Swallowing me whole into an escape. The calm in the chaos. It stops all the flooding emotions of tug of war, cutting the rope that tethers me to the reality of not knowing who I am anymore.
All I want is him right now . He takes me to a place where it breaks me down into my own power.
The thorn's prick scrapes along the back of his arms but he doesn't show any discomfort as I wince, digging my knees into them on either side of his waist. They push into my thighs, tearing holes into my stockings, slicing small cuts into my flesh. I have never taken my power like this though and fuck, it feel good. There is something in me that is pushing the darkness to the surface, but instead of the tarnished taste it is something sweeter like the dead roses that scatter around us and I can’t help but love it.
Am I fucking psychotic like him?
Tiny drops of his blood trickle down the back of his arms as he grasps my hips, depressing his fingers. I search for the words to say but we are caught in this moment, tangling up into branches of time. One of his hands spreads wide as he glides up my thigh, curving into the crease where it meets my lower mound. His eyes trace my jaw line and down my neck watching my deep breaths. My core amplifies with tingles from his needy eyes. I start grinding on top of his massive hard cock as he lets out a needy groan.
The heat rises as I stroke my hips, just so, and he clutches my hips with force. Veering my hips and ass he moves me over his dick to his V. I am soaking for him and my moans faintly release through my lips. My hands stay stable on the top of my thighs, as he tilts me back, so slowly, as I watch the veins in his hands accentuate from the moonlight. He grabs my pantyhose at my core with both hands and rips them open. I don’t even care how many are ruined at this point. All that is left right now is him and I, and the trickles of blood staining the thorns and roses beneath us.
I cry out leaning my head back, “Fuuck I need you.”
He shifts me back over his cock, “Baby, have me,” he groans lowly and needy as he grips my thighs, indenting them with his grasp. He smears the blood from my tiny cuts with his thumb, back and forth.
I undo his belt, pants and the zip of his pants dulls in the silent night as he slides he moves my panties to the side. I moan as he slides two fingers into my slick pussy.
Fuck his fingers always know exactly where to go.
I look down at him, grinding against his fingers and my ass against his cock, as he keeps his eyes on me, rubbing my clit with his palm, “Fuck, If you keep riding me like this you're going to make me cum, Cottontail, ” he says, throaty and deep.
I strip his boxer-briefs over his cock as it erects straight. I move his hands to my sides as I kiss his chest and down his solid abdomen. My knees scrape against the thorns as I back my ass up in the air. I don’t pay any mind to the cuts on my knees as I swirl my tongue around his cock. He moans, pressing his fingers into forearms. His precum drips as I lower my mouth over his cock, filling me as I move my head up and down.
God I love the taste of him.
I look up at him, grabbing the base of his cock, as the head of his dick hits the side of my cheek. His eyes watch me take him as his breath intensifies. I suck the head of his cock as I lift my mouth off of him.
Stabilizing myself, I keep my hands on his body as I crawl back to his waist, kneeling with both legs on either side of him. He lifts me at the waist as I grab his cock and hovers me over him. I hold the tip of his cock, teasing my entrance.
I groan softly, “Fuck your piercing feels so good against my clit.” The slickness of me makes sounds with every swipe as his strong arms keep me lifted. I thought he would have lowered me on him by now, but he is letting me take control.
And fuuck, I’m loving it.
I swipe the head of his cock to my entrance and brace my hands on his hard chest. His eyes gently close and open as he lowers me over his cock, slowly, so slowly. The pure ecstasy of his large cock entering me makes me cry out a whimper, tilting my chin up.
His cock fills me completely and I start to rock my hips front to back, grinding his cock into my soaking pussy. My fingers swipe tiny streaks of his blood down his arms and my body electrifies with every thrust. The back of his hand brushes my stomach to my breasts, sending tingles across my skin. He pulls the top of my bra down and pinches my nipples pulling my breast over the edge of the fabric, twisting his forefinger and thumb together. I lift my hips up into a bounce, edging myself closer as my walls clamp down around him. He lets out a heavy sigh, into a deep throaty groan.
His free hand wraps around my throat, “That’s my Cottontail, use me for your pleasure. Make my cum fill you. I want to drip from you.”
His voice sends me as I grind my hips down into him. The rumble of my orgasm rips through me as my toes curl, shouting his name. I fall forward as I shudder around him.
He pulls my lips to his, colliding into a deep and gentle kiss, “Scream for me, sweet girl,” he moans into my mouth, “So I can cum in your pussy, in what is mine.”
He pulls his lips away ever so slightly and groans rumbling from his chest as I whimper. Devouring my lips again, he slams his cock in me, thrusting his hips into a grind, as I crash down from shuddering. He nips at my lower lip into a smile and releases into me.
I lay there on top of him as we breathe hard together. I feel like I can’t move from him as the warmth lingers in my legs and how I can feel every finger of his trace the top of my skirt. He makes me come incredibly hard and it feels effortless with him. The trust I have in him when we are together like this, is intimate and gentle no matter how many scrapes I walk away with.
He moves my draping hair from my face over my shoulder. I close my eyes, curling my arm underneath myself into his warm chest. When we are in these moments I don’t think about how unsafe I would be if he ever found out why I was here, like I enter a completely different realm when our bodies clash into one another. We are like mere strings in this existence, webbing together delicate intricacies but fragile enough to destroy.
He grazes his fingers over my cheek, curving them around my ear, tucking the loose strands with the rest, “You did such a good job baby girl.”
My heart sinks when he says this. I don’t know if this changes my plans now. I crave everything about him and fuck, does he have a hold on me. But he is still a killer; still is one of them and unpredictable.
When he said that all of them will suffer for their corruption, what does that mean? Does he mean because he is protective of his Bratva and doesn’t want to join the Italians?
Fuck Ava, what are you doing?
I shut my eyes and thoughts of justification as he strokes his finger down my spine, “Let's go get cleaned up Cottontail. Tomorrow is a big day.”
Tomorrow would be the last day if we were going by the deal.
Possibly my last day seeing Roman all together, but I am afraid I can’t go back to the life I knew. I fight back the ache to cry.
I want to lay in this reality, in these thorns with him forever.