115. The Stranger
Chapter One Hundred Fifteen
The Stranger
I cover her eyes and drop my avatar completely, leaving me as myself, only me. The way her skin feels when there is no avatar or glamour between us is heady and already has my eyes rolling back at the sensation.
“Just one?” I groan. One kiss to seal our fates and our commitment to each other. One kiss to start our future. “Will that be enough?”
Her lips part, and her breathing quickens.
I lean closer, inhaling her breath, my skin prickling with awareness.
I am an old being, the tattered fabric of my soul and psyche held together by tangled knots.
It has been years since I’ve been this close to someone, yet all it takes is Summer Tuatha De Daanan’s touch against my skin to unravel the tapestry of me, tearing it down in a mass of thread.
I have no idea what it will become, but I do know that it is in her hands.
“You better make it count,” she whimpers, licking her lips in anticipation, coming so close to brushing mine with her tongue.
“You doubt I will?” I chuckle.
“Just fucking kiss me.”
My lips slam down on hers, and I give her everything I am.
I pour all my darkness, all my chaos, and my obsession into her, letting her feed from what I have hidden from the world, what has always been meant for her alone.
We are two beings cut from the cloth of darkness, trying to pretend we could ever live in the light, and we are fools to believe it.
Summer moans and accepts it all, deepening the kiss to return the power she somehow just purified.
The force of it channels electricity through my body, bringing every nerve ending alive.
When she first brought me back to life, I thought the boom would shatter my ears, but this?.
.?. It is so different from the kiss when I wore a glamour, different from the avatar.
This is a kiss of bondage and commitment to each other.
She shifts to straddle me, her fingers tangling in my hair, gripping the strands as she flays me alive with her mouth.
The blindfold forms over her eyes, freeing my hands so I can slide them down her back to cup her ass.
My fingers dig into her skin, bruising my prints into her creamy flesh.
My teeth dig into her lower lip, and her blood floods my mouth.
I need everything she has to give in this moment, including the parts she won’t let herself feel.
She whimpers and grinds against me, her pleasure spiking with the spice of pain.
Gripping the edges of my shirt, she rips it open and slides her hands over my bare chest, her fingers tracing the raised skin of the flesh runes.
With a soft growl, she digs her nails into my shoulders, pinning me beneath her.
It is the game of predator and prey, and we exchange roles at the drop of a hat.
My head spins at her taste, but I am careful not to break the kiss, never wanting this to end.
This single claiming kiss is only highlighting my dark possessiveness where she is concerned.
She is mine, and even if it turns out she has a mate out there, I will kill them.
She was always going to be mine. There is no way fate could match her with someone who would be a better fit than I am.
She scrapes her nails over my chest and abs, her fingers finding my belt and working frantically to unbuckle it and undo my pants. This is getting out of hand, and I should stop her, but the words I groan into her mouth aren’t words of caution or a request for her to stop.
“You need me?”
“Fucking desperately,” she pants into my mouth.
I grip the sides of her running shorts and yank, ripping them from her body.
She gasps and freezes, but then she shoves at my pants, freeing my cock.
I moan in relief, and then nearly shout as her small hand wraps around my shaft.
My entire body jolts, my skin exquisitely sensitive from lack of contact over the years.
“Are you planning to soak it with that drenched pussy, princess?” I ask between low moans and pants for air.
I grab the crotch of her panties and pull, tearing them from her body. She moans and pushes my hand away, shifting to drag the edge of my cock against her slick pussy, soaking me. Her hips buck, and I bite my tongue to stop myself from coming at just the feel of her liquid heat.
“Careful,” I warn, my voice so guttural the word is barely coherent.
“Why?” she asks, pressing the tip of my cock against the sensitive opening of her pussy, letting me feel just how tight she would be around me.
She gasps and moans, shifting to slide along the underside of my shaft, riding the ridges of my piercings.
The curved barbell above her clit, clicking against the engraved balls.
“You’re going to end up getting fucked at this rate,” I pant. “I want you to be able to look me in the eyes when that happens.”
I want her to scream my true name, see my true self.
“Then take the blindfold off,” she says, squeezing my cock against her and rhythmically rocking against me. “And fuck me.”
I chuckle hoarsely. “You don’t know how much I’ve fantasized about this, and how much strength it is taking to wait.”
“Careful!” I grunt as she bucks against me again, and a shudder rips through me, my eyes rolling back.
“And if I don’t want to be careful?” she purrs. “What will you do to me?”
My toes curl hearing the brattiness in her voice. How does she know just the words to use to make me come close to breaking?
“I’ll punish you.”
Her answering moan is deeply carnal. “If you punish me, I’ll come, and so will you.”
I grab her hips, taking control of the moment, pressing her harder against the ridge of my cock.
Her cunt is gushing liquid heat, and I let her ride me, soaking me with abandon.
She moves faster, and I stare up at her, memorizing the flush of her cheeks and how the tips of her pretty ears have turned pink.
She kisses me again, and I can taste her need for more.
Every instinct I have tells me I need to give it to her. I need to give her everything I can.
“You want to come against my cock? You want to make a mess of me?”
She nods, and in a flash, I have her on her back, her legs wrapped around my hips.
One of my hands binds her wrists, lifting them above her head.
It leaves her helpless beneath me, allowing me to grind my cock against her pussy.
She writhes beneath me, taking it perfectly as I buck my hips against her.
I don’t enter her, but mimic the ways I’d fuck her.
The first of many, many ways I’d fuck her .
“Come,” I command, and she eagerly obeys, crying out, covering me with her release.
I roll us again, putting her on top of me as I follow her into bliss, cum spurting between us, landing on my stomach and chest. My body shakes, and I pant and shudder, trying to catch my breath. Digging my hand into her hair, I pull her mouth down to my chest.
“Lick,” I order.
She moans and flicks her tongue out, licking my cum from my chest. I rub calming circles over her back with my free hand as her pretty, kiss-swollen mouth blindly searches for more. When she has cleaned me, I relax my hold on her hair. “Good girl.”
She lifts her face, licking her lips, savoring the taste of my cum and eliciting a wicked groan from me.
“I suppose that’s more than one kiss,” I pant, rubbing my thumb along her lower lip.
She smirks wickedly and presses her breasts against my chest, slowly sliding up my body to kiss me again, her soft lips brushing over my chin, searching for my lips.
Her phone starts to ring, and I curse when she freezes at the sound. She pulls back and blindly reaches for it. I wave my hand to summon it, reading the screen for her.
“It’s Alice.”
Internally, I curse at the interruption as I replace my avatar and hand her the phone before removing her blindfold.
“Hello?” she answers.
“Sum?” The vampire’s voice carries through the speaker. “Can you?.?.?. Can you come home?”
“What’s wrong?” Summer asks, sitting up, still straddling me.
“I had word from Dr?culea?.?.?. My dad is dead.”