Chapter Fifty-Four #3
She bites her bottom lip, a bead of blood rising to the surface.
She licks it away, a dare forking through her eyes.
Laiken’s fingers reach for my jeans, she tugs at them, popping the button and releasing the zipper.
Another drop of blood flourishes on her bottom lip, following the last, and she smears it across my jaw in a whisper, “You already have, Chase Keller.”
That hurt; and I deserved it.
My heart is racing, dick throbbing painfully when I reach behind me for the top of my shirt, dragging it up and over my head when Laiken uses her hands, then her feet to shove down my jeans, along with my boxers.
She sucks on her bottom lip, her eyes taking in my aching cock, then she reaches for me, wraps her trembling fingers around the base.
Her teeth are chattering now. She doesn’t look scared, but I don’t miss the way she looks almost nervous.
She shifts her hips, places me right where she needs me, and I can already feel her pulsing against me.
My hand tightens on her throat, my mouth resting on her jaw. I press the tip of my cock to her harder, feeling just how wet she is, just how fucking ready and needy she is for me, and I fight every goddamn demon not to bury myself inside her when she whispers, “End me.”
I keep my hand on her throat, the other around her waist, then I press against her, just until she’s got my tip, and I match the way she shivers, burying myself a little further but she’s so fucking tight it almost hurts.
“You really mean it? What you said about loving me?” I groan, ready to snap.
Laiken bites her lip harder, closing her eyes on a whimper. “Just as much as I hate you.”
“Till the day you die, right?”
Her voice catches in her throat. “Y-y-yes.”
“Good.” I drive myself into her completely and the sound that leaves her is a mix between a gasp and a scream, and when I drag myself almost all the way out to slam myself back in, I catch a glistening smear of fresh, bright red blood wrapped around the length of my cock.
My spine tightens, my legs turn numb.
“Laiken.” My voice trembles. I can’t move, I’m paralyzed.
What. The. Fuck.
Tears well to her eyes.
She holds me against her, her legs wrapped around me, her pelvis angling upward, begging for me to take all of her, to bury myself inside her.
Her eyes are locked on mine, nothing but a vicious thread pulling across her terrified gaze.
“Finish me, Chase. Fuck. Me. Up.”
I drop my eyes to her mouth, flick them back. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re asking for.”
“You scared?” she counters.
I flex my jaw and clench my teeth. I don’t respond because yeah, truth is, I am fucking scared.
The memory of her hollow voice echoes through the chambers of time.
“You fucked me so hard I had no way of removing you.”
There was no way she’d be able to remove me now. I’d leave an indelible mark.
“I need you, Chase. What don’t you understand? Fuck. Me. Up.”
Yeah, you do. Just like I fucking need you.
Before I can take another breath, I slam my hips into her so hard that I feel her hip bones grind against mine.
I fuck her the way she wants me to, with no reserve, drilling her into the wall at her back, and when she screams, biting into my shoulder, tearing at my skin with her teeth, I realize that Laiken Campbell and I are one and the same.
We wouldn’t take our pleasure without a little bit of pain.
We were both fucked up.
Dragging my palm up her thigh, I press two fingers to her clit, circling her, as I continue to thrust, trying to make some part of this feel remotely good for her.
I can tell I’m hurting her though from the way she chews right through her bottom lip.
Blood is dripping down her chin, along with the tears rolling in a wet sheen down her cheeks, but there is something in the arch of her neck, the guttural screams that had shifted to tremored moans, that told me she wanted this, needed it, that even through the pain, I could make her feel good.
I keep my fingers on her clit as I drive into her, her walls gripping me so fucking tight I’m going to explode.
Her pussy tightens around my cock, squeezing me into a pained vise and I grunt, driving my hips into her as deep as I can.
“Ch-ch-chase,” my name leaves her tongue on a stutter. “I-I-I…fuck!” she squeals, her body convulsing, her nails digging into the back of my neck, tearing at my flesh. Her eyes roll into the back of her head. “Chase, I—”
I press my forehead to hers, breathe across her lips, “Chase it, Laiken.”
She cries out, and when she falls over the ledge, I follow her down, pounding into her until she has every last inch of me, every last piece of my fucked-up, charcoal heart.
Her fingers are in my hair, our hearts beating as one.
I can’t breathe, neither can she.
I’m chasing her next breath, she’s chasing mine.
We are panting so fucking hard, tears spilling down the bridge of her nose, and still, I can’t bring myself to look her in the eyes.
I bite at the tip of my tongue. What the fuck had I just done?
Laiken’s blood-stained fingers wrap around my chin, she lifts my head, touches her trembling fingers to my lips, then lets them fall off my chin, pressing them to my throat. Her deep green, red-rimmed eyes are glassy.
She swallows and it looks painful, tries to speak but nothing comes out. She shifts past the lump in her throat.
“You think you would have fucked me like that if you’d known?” Her voice is hoarse, full of pain, lust and something else, something that scares me most.
I press my brow to hers, still not looking at her. “You’re fucking stupid, you know that? So fucking stupid. You should have told me.”
She pushes her fingers into my neck harder. “Look at me,” she whispers, and when I swallow, when I find the strength to bring my eyes to hers, she tells me, “No, I shouldn’t have…because, Chase, I wanted you to take me the way we both needed you to take me.”
My hand cups her jaw, my thumb pressing to her lips, I flick my eyes to hers, dragging my bottom lip behind my top teeth. “You’re fucked up, Laiken Campbell.”
“Yeah…that makes two of us,” she breathes her words over the top of my mouth.