16. Admirer Of Exquisite Things
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Admirer Of Exquisite Things
Theron
Ever was nothing short of divine, cheeks aflame with hues of pink and red as she stared up at me. Her dark curls floated atop my pillows like waves — cursive ink stains on new parchment that begged me to run my fingers through them. Her chest rose with great effort, blush-colored nipples still peeking from the cool air of my bedroom. I reached out for her breast, and she whimpered as the pad of my finger brushed over her with a featherlight touch. Teasingly, I moved my hand to the other as she watched me with her wide eyes of endless clover green.
“You’re art, Ever Knight, and I’m nothing if not a collector and admirer of exquisite things.”
Her blush depended, hands playing with the edges of my sheets, but she refused to break my gaze. I sensed her drowning under my gaze — being consumed by bottomless hunger for me.
“I want to continue playing, but I must ensure your heart doesn’t take too much stress. I let myself get carried away downstairs, but your safety is my top priority.”
She bit her bottom lip and nodded to me. “Okay.”
I stood and walked to a desk at the corner of my room, a leather bag sitting atop it with an assortment of supplies I had gathered for such an occasion. “You haven’t been using your watch,” I said neutrally, covering my annoyance well. I had noticed it went offline after my visit to her apartment and assumed she’d permanently turned it off in some false hope to hide herself from me.
I glanced back at her, my hands still in the bag, and was surprised to see that she looked ashamed. “I was scared,” she admitted.
“Hhm,” I hummed back before taking a smart ring from the bag and setting it on the desk. It was already connected to my phone and could alert me if her heartbeat elevated to a dangerous level. The next thing I took out wouldn’t serve a medical purpose but would certainly bring me personal pleasure. A length of black satin ribbon rested in my hand, and I ran a thumb over it before picking up the smart ring and walking back to Ever.
I climbed onto the bed, quickly maneuvering myself to be sitting astride her with my knees on either side of her waist. Ever stared up at me with wide eyes. “You’ll wear this always,” I stated firmly as the solid black circle slid onto her right ring finger. “If you take it off, there will be consequences.”
She swallowed but nodded at me. “Good girl,” I said with a smile before taking her other hand and guiding both of them above her head. She wiggled below me, and I ground my hips down into hers. “Be still.”
She whimpered but didn’t move as I tied her wrists to the headboard with the pretty satin ribbon. I let my hand drop to her cheek, resting against her warm skin. She was so perfectly broken, like a porcelain doll that only I could repair and admire. Where others had seen the cracks as ugly and distorted, I saw potential.
I moved those hands down to her neck, fingers pressing into her pulse so I could feel her heart beating below me. I leaned forward, letting my lips flutter across her chest. “One day, I’ll hold your beating heart in my hand,” I said before placing a kiss between her breasts. “And you’ll be completely at my mercy,” Kiss. “ Before I give you a new one.” Kiss.
Her breathing was becoming ragged, and I pulled back to gaze in amusement at the little rabbit who had wandered too close to the wolf. Her lips quivered, and I lunged forward to capture them again as her hips tried to lift and meet my own. I was still shirtless, but I’d pulled my pants back on before carrying her up the stairs. Beneath them, I could feel my cock growing painfully hard again.
Breaking away with a growl, I latched onto the top of her breasts and sucked hard. My teeth dug into her flesh, and she cried out as my tongue drew lazy circles over the tender skin.
“Oh God!” She cried.
I bit down harder, then pulled back to hiss. “Not God — say my name! Scream it! ”
She whimpered again, her eyes squeezed closed. I let my hand travel between us and pinched her swollen clit. “Say. It”
“Please!” Her legs were shaking below me, her cries a mix of pleasure and pain.
“Say my name!”
“Theron!” She called out with a sob. “Theron! Theron! Please! Please! ”
My name from Ever’s lips, though coaxed, was like the sweetest symphony I’d ever heard. I needed to be buried inside of her and feel her warmth suffocating my cock until my vision turned to stars. I released her clit, using the same hand to unleash my cock from my pants while my other hand still gripped her right breast fiercely. With one quick thrust, I was spearing her.
“Oh — oh fuck,” I groaned breathlessly as I stayed buried in her cunt. Her walls were thrumming already with the building of an orgasm, and I had to close my eyes to keep from spilling into her immediately. “I could die with my cock buried inside of you and tell the Devil I still glimpsed Heaven’s pearly gates.”
She threw her head back, mouth agape, and I took the opportunity to thrust my fingers between her teeth. “Bite down,” I commanded, thrusting my hips forward to reiterate the point. “I want to feel those fangs in my flesh.”
Her doe eyes widened, but she obeyed and closed her lips around my pointer and middle fingers and let her teeth sink gently into my skin. I shook my head, snapping my hips once more with little concern for her eyes that were presently rolling to the back of her head. The ring hadn’t signaled an issue with my phone yet, and I’d push her to the limit so I could catch her when she fell.
“Harder,” I growled, increasing the speed with which I pushed my cock into her cunt. She was dripping around me, flooding the bed with her arousal in a way that made me never want to wash the sheets. I would bathe in her scent if I wasn’t reluctant to let anyone else know how divine she smelt.
Her teeth finally clenched around my fingers until I winced, a smile tugging at my lips as she moaned around me. “Mhm,” she groaned and let her tongue swish around my tender flesh. She opened her eyes to peer up, looking innocent as a lamb before sucking hard.
“Ever,” I hissed before my other hand fell to the apex of her thighs. “Come for me.” I flicked my thumb over her clit, and by command, she crumbled like glass and shattered into a million sparkling pieces. Her jaw went slack, but I kept my fingers pressed down into her mouth as she screamed.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Matching her moans to my thrusts before the force of her cunt squeezing my cock pushed me over the edge, and I spilled into her with an equal cry of ecstasy. She pulled at her bound hands, her arms straining against the bindings as she came and drenched my leg in her pleasure.
“Ever!” I moaned up at the sky — to God. I wanted him to know she was mine.
I collapsed forward, pulling my hand free and allowing myself to lean over her shuddering body as we stayed entwined. I closed my eyes, breathing deeply into her aroma and feeling at peace for the first time since my first hunt. Maybe this was what I needed all along. A partner who didn’t run from me or try to change me, but an Eve to my Adam. A beginning, and possibly my end.
I pulled back just enough to be able to lean into her chest and lick down the trail of perspiration that had fallen between her breasts, and I followed it with my blood-stained hands. She was sweet like honey and bitter like medicine. I could taste her forever. She shivered as my tongue started a train down past her belly, swirling around the scars on her thighs and up to the juncture of her knee. Fuck, she was a sculpture of excellence. A marble angel that I wanted to sit atop my grave when I met a fiery end.
She was humming to herself, almost purring beneath me as her hips rocked gently with the aftershocks of her orgasm. For once, she looked at peace, and fuck if I was ever going to let her forget that it was me who brought that feeling to her.
I pressed forward again, rubbing my nose along her neck and nipping gently, eliciting a small giggle. “I’m obsessed with you, Ever Knight.”
She blinked out of her daze slowly, her hands still bound tight above her head. She was at my mercy, and she was happy here. I made her happy .
Her eyes shone bright, cheeks a warm blush as she sighed. “I know.”
I reached out towards my side table, taking out another pocket knife that I had usually kept within reaching distance. Her eyes widened as the blade caught the low light of the room.
“What are you going to do with that ?” She asked me as her wrists pulled at the ribbons restraining her.
I smiled, dragging the flat edge of the knife across her upper thigh and watching her shutter. “This isn’t a punishment, Ever. I’m not doing this to harm you and I want that clear.”
Ever had a long history of self harm, and I wouldn’t feed into it. All of her scars were older and healed, but I knew the psychological attachment between pain and relief. Punishment and pleasure.
“What are you going to do, Theron?” She asked me again with her mouth slightly agape.
I felt my body heat with need, and I hissed as the blade skidded along her pale thigh like skates on ice. “I want to mark you as mine, rabbit.”
She didn’t have time to answer before I quickly and expertly pressed the blade’s edge into her and watched her blood bead along the cut. She gasped, but did not move as I carefully caved my initials into her inner thigh. The cuts were shallow, thin and would barely scar but I’d know they were there and so would she.
TH
Reaching up, I released her from the bonds, her arms falling to her chest as brown curls danced atop her head like a crown. I couldn’t describe the way she was watching me, clover eyes roaming the curves of my arms and my collarbones like the structure of a great church. She gently raised a finger, gliding it across her thigh and dragging it through the blood.
I caught her wrist, and pushed her blood-stained fingers into my mouth as her pupils blew wide. She was captivated with me, almost as much as I was with her. Oh, what a dangerous pair we would make. Pulling her fingers free from my lips we held each other’s gaze in silence.
“I’m still scared,” she finally whispered.
I let my head drop again, kissing the wrist that was within easy reach of my mouth. “I know.”
She looked saddened by the revelation but not deterred as she moved to press her fingers into my skin like she was discovering new senses. Her hand glided over my shoulders, moving down my arms and shopping beside my ribs were a large white scar could be seen. A reminder who my family was, and the rules that had to be enforced.
“I have surgery early in the morning, but you’re going to stay here, and then we’ll talk more when I get home. Right now, I need you to sleep, little rabbit. Here,” I said, reaching into my bedside drawer. I pulled out a small bottle of pills. “Eszopiclone,” I offered before setting one in her hand. “The same as your doctor prescribed for sleep.”
“I’ll need water,” she said hoarsely, and I pushed myself up from the bed. She lay in the mess of sheets, her luminous skin so at home in my bed. It was like she’d always been there.
I nodded, forcing my gaze to leave hers so I could go to the bathroom for a glass. When I returned with a glass of water and a small basin, which I set on the bedside table, she looked at me in confusion. I gently dipped the towel into the water, then ran it down her chest to wipe away the blood that had smeared and was drying there. I pressed it again into her thigh, and she groaned — but not in pain.
Reaching for my hand, she brought it to her face so she could appraise the bite marks and blue bruises that were starting to form. “Don’t let it worry you,” I said with a laugh. “I’ve had worse.”
I don’t think that made her feel better in the slightest. Once I’d ensured all of my blood had been wiped from her body, I watched her take the pill and ease back into the pillows. I could see on Ever’s face that she was still wary of me — but I could work with that. It would take time to build her back into the angel I knew she should be rather than the fractured shell of a person that life had turned her into. I was a patient man — or at least I could be for her.