Chapter Twenty-One
I wince slightly as the skin on the inside of my thigh parts from the pressure of the sharp blade.
Jasper’s tongue invades the wound, his saliva hot and soothing.
Softly, he sucks on the gash, drinking my life essence.
He hoists himself up, his erect cock pressing against my slick folds as he leans in and kisses me.
I taste myself on his lips, the metallic flavor spurring me on.
Jasper slices his palms and presses one of his hands against my mouth.
Eagerly, I lap up his blood. He cups my face, the warmth that floods from his open wound coats my skin, and it’s a different kind of bliss, one of belonging and unification.
His fingers trail along my neck and collarbone until they rest on my breasts.
A river of red is left in its wake, as he explores my body further.
The sensation of being painted in his blood makes heat bloom between my thighs, making me drip with arousal.
A crimson stain formed there from my own wound, and he clamps his hand over it, mixing our essences.
“Take more,” I whimper.
Without a word, he picks up the cold steel, and the sharp tip draws a new line across my flesh.
I bite down on my lip to bear the stinging pain.
Carefully, he carves into my skin. I suck in a breath as he continues, making sharp lines, and I realize he’s writing.
I try to lean in to read what he’s cutting into me, but he pushes me down, one hand splayed on my stomach.
“Patience, Starling. It’s a virtue for a reason,” he growls. I can tell he’s struggling to restrain himself, and honestly, all I want to do is wrap my legs around him and force his mouth onto my pussy lips.
I stare at the ceiling as he continues his torture. Each line bites more, and a tear escapes.
“There,” he says approvingly.
He lifts my legs and places one on each shoulder.
Lazily, he plants his lips on my burning skin, kissing away the pain.
He draws small circles with his tongue between kisses, and as he moves closer to my center, the ache fades into background noise.
No longer caring about whatever he drew into me, I’m solely focused on the pleasure that’s nearing.
His hands slide over my hips, slathering me in scarlet, my own personal anointment before he desecrates me.
The blood slicks his hands, and he glides over my stomach, slowly, toward my breasts.
My nipples peek in anticipation. I let out a deep sigh as his mouth finds my drenched core.
I clench my thighs, keeping him in place, my pussy no longer the only slippery body part.
Ruby spills all over him as I desperately smother him.
His fingers find my hardened buds and pull them taut, as his tongue lashes out against my clitoris.
I let out a whimpering cry in delight. He traces a wet path down to my core and penetrates me.
The sensation of the wet warmth that enters me makes my vaginal walls clench, and my fingers grasp the sheets tightly.
He lets go of my breasts, his hands gliding over my abdomen, leaving a fresh trail of silken blood.
Crusts of dried-up crimson lather my skin as if I’m covered in tiny scabs.
He pushes my legs up, then wider, opening me up for him, and he pushes his tongue deeper.
I moan loudly, my hands find my tits, and I massage my sensitive flesh.
I dip one finger in my mouth and suck off the red essence, the flavor all too familiar. It’s us.
A finger enters my soaked slit, and his mouth returns to my clitoris, softly sucking on it.
My eyes roll in the back of my skull as my core hums in pleasure.
Lost in delirium, he increases his pacing, adding another finger, and he curls them slightly, hitting the right spot.
My spine curves as I feel the orgasm build.
The intensity makes me want to back away, but he grabs my leg, holding me in place.
The sensation is overwhelming, and despite my effort to defy it, the moment I relax, it crashes over me.
There’s no escaping as it unfolds, reaching every inch of my body.
Oxygen is taken from my lungs as I moan loudly, drowning in a tsunami of pleasure.
As I ride out the intoxicating moment, Jasper slows down his pacing, his fingers sliding in and out of me with ease.
As my breathing calms, he gently lets his tongue explore my labia, licking up my juices, and I relish this different kind of indulgence. I stretch my back and spread my toes as he continues to satisfy me without hurry.
He teases me with his fingers, drawing circles around my still-throbbing clit.
The moment he presses on it, my body responds.
His mouth is on it in a second, and I feel him grin as he grazes my nub with his teeth.
I suck in a breath at the shift in sensation and close my eyes, letting him corrupt me for the second time.
It comes at a slower pace, more deliberate, more intense, as he works me relentlessly.
I feel the pulse between my legs increase until I am unable to deny myself any longer.
Bliss spreads itself throughout my limbs all the way to my fingertips, and I moan and whimper in contentment.
Again, he takes his time, letting me return to a less hazy state.
I beckon him, and he climbs on top of me. I reach for his cock, but he swats my hand away.
“Always so impatient, Starling,” he says with a mischievous grin.
I give him a shy smile. All I want is for him to thrust into me, to ravage me until my pussy is so sore, I won’t be able to walk normally tomorrow.
He lies down, and feeling his hard member pressed against my drenched pussy, drives me into a mental state of madness.
“I need you,” I whisper.
“I know,” he says.
His lips find mine in a bruising kiss, our tongues fighting for dominance, an intimate dance we both want to lead.
He wants me to submit, while I want to seduce him to surrender.
My nails find their way in his flesh, and he fists my hair.
Consensual pain will elevate the pleasure.
He groans as my nails rupture his skin, and I let out a soft squeal as he pulls roughly in response.
He breaks our kiss, my lower lip between his teeth as he bites, his teeth sharp against my soft flesh. I writhe underneath him, in hopes his tip will slip between my folds. He lets go of my lip and leans in. His mouth near my ear.
“In a second, I’m going to flip you on your stomach, pull your ass in the air, and impale you on my cock as I press your face into the mattress.
I’m going to fuck you so hard, you will still feel the imprint of my dick in that wet cunt of yours with every step you’ll take.
I hope you’re ready, and if not, I don’t care, because I no longer have the strength to defy you. ”
Keeping true to his word, he flips me over, and I let out an excited yelp.
His fingers dig into my hips as he lifts my lower body, forcing me to my knees.
I feel exposed, but my arousal drips down my thighs.
There’s no nudge, no tease at my entrance.
With one firm thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, and I cry out at the intrusion I’ve been waiting on so eagerly.
“Oh God,” I scream.
He pins down my neck.
“The only name that will spill from those pretty lips is mine, Starling. I promise you, I won’t be your God tonight. I’ll be your worst nightmare, and you’ll love every second of it.”
A sting spreads across my ass as his hand lands firmly on it. I let out a choked breath, as I do my best to manage my ragged breathing.
“Jasper!” I mewl as he drags back his cock, and slams back into me.
“That’s it. Scream my name for me, pretty girl.”
His skin slaps against mine, and again his hand connects with my flesh.
“Louder, Starling,” he growls.
My skin burns from the impact, but my mind doesn’t have time to process it properly, as he fucks me with a hunger I am unable to ignore.
The intensity of the pleasure is what makes it bearable, despite the sharpness.
It’s our love wrapped in heat and obsession, pure and consuming.
The moment he entered me, all I could do was submit to the dark indulgence that is him, and he knows it.
He fucks me with savage rawness. The pain he inflicts is the embodiment of the nightmare he promised me. Not my God, but my holy obsession. He has my eternal devotion as I cry out his name again, after another burning lash from his hand.
His fingers are firmly wrapped around my neck, holding me in place. Drool escapes from my mouth as I moan.
“I love seeing you ruined like this as you take my cock like a good girl,” he praises.
My pussy clamps down on his cock, sucking him back in with each retreat, as if my body is unable to accept the emptiness he leaves behind.
As he thrusts into my throbbing slit, fresh heat starts to bloom, and this time, I don’t fight it.
My body relaxes as he keeps on pounding into me with force.
I let the rhythm expand the ecstasy that’s finding its way. My toes curl as the orgasm explodes.
Jasper’s breathing grows heavier, the sound of our slapping bodies becoming more urgent.
I know he’s nearing his own moment of release, and he won’t be able to hold it much longer.
His movements grow more restrained as he does his best to keep going.
After a few more thrusts, his body stills as he comes undone, filling me to the brim with his seed.
I’ll never tire of him marking me with his claim.
Carefully, he caresses my sore ass.
“Are you okay, Darling?”
“Hmm, I am, my love,” I hum. I’m in a complete state of bliss. He lets out a soft chuckle and releases my neck. He gently swipes away my matted hair from my face. I glance at Jasper and give him a lazy smile.
“I can’t believe how lucky I am to have a woman this beautiful to call mine.”
He pulls back, and I feel his release drip down my legs.
I don’t move, as I catch his gaze dipping down, to take in the view of my cum-covered folds.
Mesmerized, he traces his fingers across my slit, and with his eyes locked on my behind, he pushes his seed back inside of me.
My vagina is sore, yet I love this little gesture, his possessiveness.
When he’s done, he plops next to me and pulls me against him. He drapes his arm over me, and I lay my head on his chest. We’re both covered in streaks of each other’s blood. Remembering he carved something in my thigh, I curiously lift my leg.
Mine.
I snort and give him a kiss. “Why am I not surprised?”
“I’ll repeat it as often as needed until it’s embedded into your skin.”
“I hope you will.”
He cups my face, the wounds on his hands not bleeding as much anymore.
“Did I hurt you in any way?” He studies my face.
“Nothing I couldn’t handle.”
“I’m going to bandage your leg, and then I’ll run a bath for you.”
I listen to his heart, the way it beats only for me, as mine still does only because of him.
“Not yet,” I murmur. “I want to linger a little longer, in this moment.”
“We have nowhere to go, Darling, we can lie here as long as you desire.” He kisses the top of my head.
I glance at the small mahogany cabinet, and its glass is hauntingly beautiful. The skulls of Marvin and the three women are our newest trophies. Their empty shadowed eye sockets glare back at us.
I close my eyes, letting in the all-consuming bliss. Tucked in his arms, he taught me that tranquility is found in death, it’s just different from how I envisioned it.