Chapter 6 #2
I briefly run my eyes over his frame, then meet his gaze. “Well, Gavin has a cock that drives me perfectly mad with desire…” I muse, then brush the back of my fingers over his smooth jaw. “But he doesn’t make me half as wet as you do, so I guess you have your answer.”
He laughs, and the sound is so rich that it brings a smile to my face.
He notices it, and brings his arms down before sliding his fingers into my hair. He then tugs at it coarsely and roughly presses his lips to mine, and Christ, he feels so good when he pushes himself against me.
I fist his vest and pull him close as I open up for him. He tastes a little stale – like a blend of coffee and cigarette – but it’s perfect; it works just fine for me.
His slightly chapped lips glide over mine, and he traces the tip of his tongue over my teeth, which makes me grin.
Our mouths close around each other’s, and he sucks on my bottom lip before biting down hard on it.
I moan and pull him closer, and when his balmy breaths fan my right cheek as he exhales, I cup the sides of his neck and slide my tongue over his.
His hold on my hair tightens, and he pushes his groin against my stomach as our lips continue to move unabashedly, desperately.
Kissing Dorran is like walking on sea. There’s an inevitable fear of drowning involved, along with a frantic hope for a torrent to all but consume you. It’s a feeling so contradictory that it’s naturally impossible not to get addicted to it.
And Lord, am I addicted to it.
He breaks the kiss, and every part of me aches at the small distance it creates between us. He then loosens his grip on my hair and pulls his hands away, and the sharp pricks that course through my scalp at that, make me shiver a little.
I drop my arms to my sides and try to clear the fog from my dizzy head, and that’s when I realize we’re both panting.
I have no fucking idea what this thing between us even is, but what I do know is that it’s alive; that it’s breathing.
And it’s as real as the heart that’s currently beating madly inside my chest.
God, I am so fucked.
Dorran gives me a once-over, then cants his head to the side.
“You’re so damn ethereal, Little Swan,” he says.
“Even the clouded darkness fails to hide your fierce beauty.” He comes closer and begins to run the tip of his switchblade from my shoulder, all the way down to my arm, and then back up again.
“Just look at you,” he hisses, then meets my eyes.
“Fucking look at you. So cruel…” He leans in and places an open-mouthed kiss on the space below my left ear.
“So cruel,” he repeats. “Stealing my breath like this; making me question my fucking morals.” He sucks on the skin he’d kissed, and my eyes flutter shut.
“Dorran…”
He chuckles against my ear, then moves back to look down at me. “Take those shorts off – for real this time.”
I slide my thumbs under my shorts’ waistband and quickly push them down.
“Good,” he says, then glances between my legs.
I squeeze my thighs together, but that doesn’t help in dimming the ache I feel.
He briefly runs his fingers over the patch of dark hair above my pussy. “Straddle the railing, Cignette.”
I blink as I process his words, but when he doesn’t say anything else, and instead waits for me to obey his command, I frown and ask, “What?”
He gives me a slightly exasperated look. “The railing, Cignette – straddle it. Now.” The way he emphasizes that last word, makes me swallow.
“But it’s wet,” I object. “And slippery.”
Dorran leans sideways against the railing in question, and folds his arms across his chest.
“Not to sound absolutely juvenile right now,” he begins, then grins, “but so are you.”
He did not just say that…
“Fuck you,” I sneer.
He laughs airily. “You just might; the night’s still young.”
I clench my jaw. “You’re infuriating.” The rain falls faster now, and gentle sprays of water hit the sides of Dorran and I’s faces.
His eyes shine as they assess me. “And you don’t know how to do what you’re told to.”
“That’s only because you’re setting me up to fall, asshole.”
He’s on me so quick, I barely have time to react. His switchblade is pressed against my throat, and one of his hands is cupping the back of my neck.
“Use that tone again,” he says between gritted teeth, “and I won’t hesitate for a second before slicing you open. You hear me?”
I don’t answer him; I just keep staring up at him. He scares me. He entices me.
He makes me feel like I’m real, that I actually exist.
“Do you hear me, Cignette?” he repeats his question, but this time with a little more anger.
I nod.
“Words, Little Swan; use your voice.”
“Yes,” I whisper. “Yes.”
He pulls away, and again, I ache at the space between us.
“Perfect,” he tells me, then raises a brow. “Now, straddle the fucking railing.”
I push the stray strands of my hair behind my ears and place both my hands on the slippery railing. I then slowly lift my left leg up and over it, shift a little so that I’m facing forward, and then sit my ass down on the chilly granite.
I’m shaking a little – not out of fear, I think to myself, but out of cold.
Ruthless rain assaults my left leg as it dangles loosely above the garden, and my pussy brushes against the granite when I once again shift a little.
If the guards can somehow see me through the onslaught of rain, they’ll think that I’m finally ending my life. They probably won’t even stop me – you know, one less human to protect and stay on-guard for, that kinda thing.
Dorran flicks open his switchblade, then folds it close.
Open.
Close.
Open.
Close.
He does that a few times as he watches me get comfortable, then clicks his tongue. “Press your back on the pillar behind you, move your hips forward, and spread your legs.”
I swallow, lean back on the pillar, let go of air through pursed lips to calm myself down a bit, then push my hips forward before widening my legs.
Dorran’s gaze immediately falls on my pussy, and he adjusts himself above his jeans.
I try not to smile at that, but end up failing.
He notices it, of course, and subtracts the distance between us by coming to stand impossibly close to me. He brings his lips over mine, and I’m positively engulfed in the warmth of him.
“Got something to say, Little Swan?” he asks softly.
I touch my nose to his. “Just that even the Bloody Prince has his weaknesses,” I muse. “Affected by a simple pussy.”
He smirks. “Oh, I don’t get hard for just about any pussy, sweetheart.” He flicks open his switchblade again and brings the blade over to my apex. He then drags it down to my clit, bites down on my bottom lip, and twists the weapon around before pushing its handle inside me in a single thrust.
I arch against the pillar when the cold metal enters my heated core, and grunt when Dorran begins to move the handle in and out of me.
“It’s your pussy, Cignette, that’s made me lose track of my mind,” he tells me, then starts fucking me with the switchblade in earnest.
I arch further as the friction makes me wetter, then bring my arms behind me so that I can grab onto the pillar. My mouth falls open as I breathe heavily, and when Dorran twists the handle just so, creating an even intense rhythm, I grit my teeth and moan out loud.
“Uh-uh-uh.” He stops, then looks down at me with amusement dancing in his gleaming eyes. “Unless you want everyone here to know what a slut you are for me, I’d suggest you keep it down a little.” He slowly pushes the handle inside me again, but this time, he doesn’t stop.
I gasp and try to move, but he shakes his head at me not to. I can feel the very end of the sharp blade against my entrance, and I shiver in fear instead of the cold.
“God, how good you’d look bleeding for me,” he says darkly, then gives me a chaste kiss before pulling the handle out, and then thrusting it back inside me again.
“I’d fall on my fucking knees in front of you, just to get a single taste of you.
” He continues to fuck me with the switchblade, and goddammit, his words, paired with his rough ministrations, make me clench around the handle as I get closer to my release.
Dorran brings his face next to the side of my neck again, and then inhales deeply. “You smell so fucking forbidden,” he whispers against my skin, and I can hear the smile in his voice as he adds, “and…like oranges. You smell like fucking oranges.”
I chuckle, and yelp when one of my hands slips, making me lose my balance a little.
Dorran quickly wraps his free arm around my waist and presses our bodies together, and when our eyes meet, he tilts his switchblade in a way that makes my orgasm practically shoot out of me.
My toes curl; my chest feels hot. My hips move upwards; my stomach contracts.
I open my mouth to moan, but he captures it with his own. I bring my hands up, fist his curls between my fingers, and fuck his mouth as he continues to help me ride out my all but blinding orgasm.
It’s like I’m buzzing, like every inch of me has been set ablaze.
My release fogs my brain, then clears it just as fast. I go slightly limp against Dorran’s hold, and when we break the kiss, he slowly pulls his switchblade out of me and brings it between us.
With his eyes on me, he takes the handle into his mouth and sucks, and I’m left motionless, because fuck
me, that’s the most erotic thing I’ve witnessed – ever.
His dark lashes flutter as he lets out a soft groan, then pulls the handle out before offering it to me.
I part my lips and suck on it once, but then he takes it away from me before kissing me again.
This little game we’re playing – it’s frustrating, aggravating. But I also love how it works, and because it’s so beautifully impulsive, it keeps me thrilled enough to anticipate what’s to come.
It’s kind of electrifying, for lack of a better word.
“As if you weren’t addicting enough,” Dorran begins, then swallows, “you have to taste so fucking good. Damn you, woman; I can’t even think straight at this point.”
We’re both breathing hard, and I’ve never wanted to have a man more than I do Dorran Ledger.
“I–” I start, but stop when his phone pings once, and then a second time.
He grunts in disapproval, moves back, slides his switchblade into his front pocket, lifts me in his arms, and sets me back on my feet.
He then bends to pick my shorts off the ground.
“I’m keeping these,” he says around a grin before tucking them halfway into the back pocket of his jeans.
“I’ll need something to clean my cock with after I come under your name tonight. ”
I let go of a hiccupped breath, and his grin widens, but then he scowls when his phone pings again.
He quickly pulls it out, reads the messages, then huffs before looking at me.
“I gotta go.” He then vaguely gestures at me.
“Cover yourself. From now on, no one gets to see this pussy but me. That clear to you?”
“Not even my esthetician?” I quip.
“Well, unless they have a desire of having their bleeding guts shoved down their throats, Little Swan, then no; no, they cannot.”
“Is this your way of staking your claim, then – using threat and pleasure to bind me to you?” I question.
Dorran smirks in a way that could make even Lucifer tremble.
He grabs my chin and kisses me once, and then pockets his phone, walks over to the pillar opposite the one he’d climbed from, and gets onto the railing.
Just like he had gotten up, he uses the rain as a cover, and the motifs to get down, and within seconds, he’s crossed the garden and hiked the estate walls using the overgrown leaves covering it.
He’s out of sight before the guards can notice him, and it’s then I realize that I’ve been holding my breath, so I close my eyes and exhale through my nose.
This man is going to get me brutally killed one of these days, and honestly, I can’t wait to meet my end, especially because I know he’ll be there with me – making me yearn for him, even in death.