Chapter 39 #4
Her eyes fell shut in defeat, her body trembling with need. She gave a faint nod.
“Words, Ava.”
“I’ll be good for you, Gray,” she murmured, watching my face.
Fucking hell. My dick throbbed and I had to stifle the urge to palm myself for a little relief.
Not only at her words, but at the cunning behind them.
My little witch knew exactly what she was doing to me, saying it like that.
I might’ve broken her, but she was hellbent on breaking me too. What would her next move be?
I reached for the rope around her knees but held still. “Will you keep your legs open for me this time?” I asked another question, to push her further into submitting to me.
She nodded slowly. “I’ll do anything for you, if you ask nicely,” she answered softly.
I closed my eyes and turned my head away, trying to hide my smile.
Check-fucking-mate.
What else was I going to do? I was defenceless against that soft tone.
So, fuck, I asked her nicely. I gave in, like the shameless simp I was.
“Then please, baby. Open your legs so I can make you feel good.” I undid the knot and let the rope fall, gently caressing the rope burns as I waited on my goddamn knees.
Her legs were shaking as she widened them. “Like this?”
I swallowed hard. “Wider, Princess.”
“Yes, Gray,” she answered beguilingly submissive and widened them more. She was straining on the tips of her toes, and no priceless artwork could ever hold a candle to the picture before me.
I studied her for a moment, sitting back on my haunches so I could take in the full masterpiece—her restrained wrists, her heaving breasts, her wild curls, her freckled and flushed cheeks underneath those eyes that was the favourite colour of a silly, uncorrupted boy that still visited me in my dreams.
“Do I please you, Gray?”
My heart swelled and my lungs faltered. “I’m irrevocably bewitched,” I breathed, mapping the lines of her legs all the way to the top, my heart racing with pleasure at the gleaming wetness coating the insides of her thighs.
“Are you going to keep torturing me or are you going to keep your word and make me feel good? Give me your mouth, Gray.”
I moved forward, trailing my fingers up her legs and slowly placed them over my shoulders to make her more comfortable. I licked her arousal from her thighs, savouring the taste of her. A taste created by the gods, just for me.
You hear that, you sons of bitches? You did it.
You made me believe in you. And I hope you intended this precious star just for me, because if you try to take her away, I will scour every altar, every cave, every goddamn tomb until I find all of you.
No one gets to live if I have to live without my witch.
Maybe it was foolish to speak to gods like that, but I was nothing if not a little deranged. And I was nothing without my girl.
I pulled her closer to my mouth, wrapping my arms around her back to keep her steady. I took a deep breath of her smell and whimpered like the besotted addict I was. Then I made my baby gasp.
Her body shuddered in my hold as I worshipped her with my mouth. I sucked and teased and bit her, giving her all the pain and pleasure she craved, all while keeping an attentive eye on the tells of her body, then changed my motions when she was close.
Usually, she would be cursing my name by the third time I denied her, but not tonight. Tonight, she accepted it. She patiently let me build her up, take her higher and higher so when the time came, I could watch her fall and shatter into a mess in my arms.
She moaned for me, thrusted her hips forward for me and praised me with every stroke of my tongue. And finally, she uttered that breathy whimper of my name—the sound I was waiting for.
“Grayson…”
She was ready. “I got you, baby.” I stroked my tongue over her clit, then clamped my lips over it. I sucked, slowly increasing the pressure, Ava’s moans guiding me. And as her muscles tightened and her back arched, I lightly grazed my teeth over her clit and watched my baby come undone.
Her cries echoed in my body, heat flushing every space inside me, warming my cold, black soul.
My name falling from her lips sounded like devotion to a god.
Fucking transcendent.
Another moment that healed my being. That made me worth my next breath, because I brought such pleasure to an angel. Me.
I held tight to my angel, slowly guiding her down from the high, my tongue soft and gentle as I coaxed the last bit of pleasure out of her.
Her head hung backwards, eyes closed as she panted, completely slack in my arms. Her hair cascaded down her back, her skin glistening with sweat.
My balls tightened at the sight. No more waiting. I needed her now. I needed her sweet cunt clamped around my cock while I reminded her why she called me the devil.
I settled her back onto her feet, her legs shaking weakly. I slowly circled her, giving her the chance to catch her breath.
“No.” She shifted her head towards me, eyes fluttering open, landing directly on me. As if she’d been keenly aware of exactly where I was.
Remarkable.
“Don’t go crawling back into your shadows, devil. Take off your pants. Let me see you first.”
I arched a brow at her, a crooked smile creeping onto my face. But I did what she asked, stopping in front of her and unbuttoned my jeans. “The day you went to the street market, did you know it was me in the shadows? In that alley?” I pulled my zipper down.
Her eyes widened in surprise, her mouth falling open. Then she chuckled up at the ceiling. “Gods, I should have. I thought I was losing my mind.”
I grabbed my knife from the back pocket and stepped out of my pants. I watched her throat bob as she took in my naked body. I hoped my body excited her as much as her body haunted me.
“I have sympathy for Eve. If her devil was half as striking as you.”
My stomach fluttered, but I kept it cool, giving her my most arrogant smirk. “You find me striking?”
She smiled wide and bit her bottom lip. “I find you god-adjacent, but I’ll never tell you that. Don’t want it going to your head.”
I couldn’t hide the way my cock jerked at her words.
“Better not.” I moved closer to her until my dick rubbed against her lower abdomen and her face inches from mine.
I reached up and placed the knife in her hands, then pushed my shaft down and rubbed it between her legs, watching her cheeks flush again.
“I’m already having a hard time fitting this head inside you.
You won’t be able to take me if it gets any bigger. ”
She rolled her eyes, giggling, and I captured the sound in a kiss, drank it up like my favourite brandy. I turned her around, pressing my dick against her ass, unable to hold back anymore.
“Let me fuck you, baby,” I whispered urgently, picking her up by her hips, then forced her legs around my torso.
She grabbed hold of the rope to keep herself from falling forward, her fingers straining to keep hold of the knife too.
I guided my shaft to her entrance, and we both stopped breathing as I pushed her onto my wanting cock, not stopping until I was completely sheathed inside her.
“Fuck, Gray,” she moaned.
My head was spinning as I buried my face in her hair, just holding her close to me for a moment.
She pushed her hips back onto me and I groaned, grabbing a fistful of her hair. “Don’t toy with a starved man, Princess.”
“Please, Grayson. No holding back,” she begged. And I melted.
Anything for my princess. I pulled out of her and grabbed hold of her waist, then slammed back into her, earning a cry of pain and pleasure from Ava.
It was my undoing. I thrusted into her, harsh and unforgiving, chasing my own pleasure with each stroke inside of her.
The feel of her soft warmth was enough to drive me insane.
I snaked my hand around her body and grabbed her by the throat, using it to hold her steady as I slammed into her. The shirt that I’d tied around her waist, came loose, getting in my way.
That reminded me. I made her a promise.
I pried the knife from her fingers, continuing my steady, hard thrusts. I pulled her closer to me by her throat, making her stunning body arch for me.
Dear God.
Her tits bounced as I defiled her, her strangled cries only egging on my depravity. I flipped the knife open and held it by the blade, then pressed the hilt against her clit, making her rub against it with each of my relentless thrusts.
I was so fucking high on the feel of her, that it took me a while to register the sting in my hand. All my muscles were tensed, my hand clamped too tightly around the blade.
I lifted my hand to see the blood trailing down my arm.
“Gray,” Ava called out, worriedly.
I flipped the blade in my hand. “You see that, baby? I bleed for your pleasure.”
“Oh, gods,” she whimpered.
“That’s it, little star. And now you’re going to bleed for mine.” I pressed the knife against her side, over the shirt, at the exact same spot where she’d shot me. “A scar for a scar.”
Ava’s moans were wild with pleasure. “Yes, baby. A scar for a scar,” she rasped breathlessly as I pounded into her.
I let the knife drag through her shirt and skin as her body jolted with my thrust.
“Oh, gods, yes!” she screamed, and I felt her pussy tighten around me.
God fucking Almighty! Why the hell did she love it so much when I scarred her? I was a sadistic monster, cutting up the woman I loved more than life. It was unnatural. Dark. Heinous.
But Ava was about to come all over my cock from it.
I pressed my lips to her ear. “Look how far you’ve fallen, my glowing angel. So lost in my grotesque shadows.”
“Not lost… Home,” she managed as her body went rigid.
My own orgasm threatened to overtake me as her words burrowed deep down into my guts, carving themselves into my ribs.
I lifted the knife, coated in our blood, to her lips, aware of just how close she was, wanting to push her over the edge, into my ungodly darkness. “Then open your sinful little mouth and lick the blade.”