14 #3
“I wanted to help a friend.”
“Mm.” He tilts his head to one side to get a better view of my profile, grinning slightly.
“You’re a liar, lyubov’. I should cut out your tongue.
” Hearing that and remembering how Matt ended up makes my breath catch, and he seems to notice it as he stares boldly at my chest. When he places two fingers on my jugular, discovering my racing heartbeat, I jump a little in fright.
“Calm down, Lena. I was just kidding. I already told you I would never hurt you like that,” he says in a low murmur, running his fingers along the curve of my neck. I swallow hard before I can look him in the eye.
“How would you hurt me, then?” He runs his tongue over his lower lip and stares at my collarbone as if he wants to bite it off. I shouldn’t have asked that.
“Be careful with what you ask.” He returns his gaze to the movie, deciding to ignore our conversation. But I don’t want to leave it just yet.
“I want to know,” I murmur. He snorts and looks at me one last time before moving the computer far enough away so he can loom over me.
His hand takes hold of my wrists and pins them against the bed. The other goes to my neck, forgetting the crucifix and the movie that continues in the background.
“How badly do you want to know?” he whispers above my lips. His grip on my neck tightens, but he doesn’t squeeze. I can’t move, and knowing that at any moment he could cut off my breath, far from threatening me, fills my stomach with butterflies.
I let myself be carried away by this sudden hunger for him.
Our lips lock in a chaste kiss that he turns into a fierce one.
Our lips move in a savage frenzy. A gasp dies in his mouth as he snatches my pants and underwear off in an instant.
He takes advantage of my parted lips and slip his tongue in, searching for mine.
“Open your mouth,” he says when he pulls away from me.
The blue of his eyes makes me tremble and takes me to another dimension, making me hear his voice like an echo in the distance.
As soon as I part my lips, I feel the crucifix on my tongue, then reaching my tonsils.
When it’s full of my saliva, he spits into it.
Then, he runs it over my stomach. He lifts my tank top to free my breasts before bringing it to my folds.
When I feel the object on my clitoris, I look for a thousand excuses, trying to make my body understand that it shouldn’t react, that it’s not right.
But as expected, it doesn’t work and only makes those desires that I have been waiting so long to fulfill and hiding from everyone become more intense.
I close my eyes and bite the tip of my tongue as I feel the piece of porcelain slowly enter until I feel pressure.
I want to bring my hands to my mouth to stifle a gasp, but his hand won’t let me free my wrists.
My vision becomes blurred by tears from the unbearable tension in my lower abdomen.
A sharp pain spreads through it as it pierces that strange pressure, and my toenails dig into the sheets.
A slight, uncontrollable tremor appears in my legs.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs, his blue eyes fixed on my intimacy.
The pain subsides as he penetrates me more deeply, being careful at first. I sway my hips to a steady beat.
He silences my moans by covering my mouth with his hand, the same one that moments ago held my wrists.
He forces my head against the wall, leaving me unable to move.
His thrusts become more intense, and I climax with a muffled scream that’s barely audible over the movie and his hand.
Then he removes his hand while I gasp for the oxygen that intense and pleasurable sensation has taken from me.
I’m too scared to talk. My legs are still shaking, and my voice is quivering.
Seeing him lick the blood from the porcelain bring a deep blush to my cheeks.
His pleasure and thirst are unlike anything I’d ever witnessed.
He leaves the crucifix hanging upside down on the wall where it was before. Why? I have no idea, but it’s creepy. I could barely keep my eyes open. He brushed hair from my face, then kissed me, fully in control of the moment.
As we part, he tilts my face to expose my neck.
At an unexpected moment, his teeth graze my skin, causing me to gasp with pleasure.
I don’t know if his teeth have pierced my skin, but what is certain is that his lips are stained with my blood again.
After I move my body, leaving my head on the pillow, and fall into a deep sleep, listening to his voice saying something I can’t understand.
His possessive treatment of my body, his sinister words, and the marks he left on my skin after our kitchen kiss make me shudder.
It’s as if something inside me knew I was his even before I knew it.
Before I knew he would come back into my life.
I know when I wake up in the middle of the night, whispering his name in my dreams like an unholy prayer, that I am obsessed.