Chapter 40
Chapter Forty
Hennessy: Blood was bond.
It was the early hours of the morning by the time we made it back into Onyx’s bedroom. I never thought I’d think of this house as anything other than an imprisonment. It was wild how much your perspective could change when you least expected it.
“Hey.” I walked out onto the balcony of his bedroom.
He leaned his elbows against the rails, watching the sun rise, declaring a new day.
“You need to get some sleep.”
“I’m not tired.”
“Will you come lie with me?”
For a moment, our eyes connected before he nodded. I grabbed his hand, leading him inside.
When we passed his bed, he questioned, “Where are you going?”
“To shower. We’re filthy.”
“Hennessy—”
I looked back at him. “Trust me.”
Once we were in the bathroom, I turned on the shower, and within seconds, the glass fogged up from the steam of the hot water. Not letting go of his hand, I spun to face him.
His eyes never lied to me. They were curious about how far I wanted to take this.
There was no unease in my hands as I let go of his to unbutton his shirt.
One by one, my fingers moved down his torso before carefully pulling it down off his arms, cautious not to hurt all the bruises already forming on his body.
“How’s your leg? You’re limping.”
He grinned. “I’ll live.” Softly, he caressed my neck. “That motherfucker’s hands were all over your throat. You got a nasty bruise. You’ll have to cover that up.”
I repeated his words, smiling. “I’ll live.”
“You almost didn’t.”
I smiled wider. “Now I have a legend to tell my kids.”
“Kids, huh?”
“Mm-hmm…”
Once he was shirtless, something came over me. I leaned in and softly kissed all over his chest while peering up at him through my lashes.
My hands reached for his belt and the button of his slacks, stripping them off as well, letting them fall to his ankles. He stepped out of them, never breaking our intense connection.
In one quick move, I undressed—my Academy uniform, bra, panties, and knee-high socks. His prying stare quickly turned predatory with desire. I smiled, loving the reaction my body evoked in his face. Stepping back into the shower, I brought him with me.
He closed the doors as I approached him with caution, terrified he’d push me away but not caring if he did.
Tenderly, I touched the bruises and cuts that ruined his once soft skin on his chest, his arms, and his stomach.
I even caressed the scars on his back from the whipping he took for just kissing me.
I wanted to remember this moment, seeing him vulnerable. My beautiful broken boy.
Mine.
His body shuddered when I touched him, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. My fingers moved to his sides. I wanted to get rid of all the hurt and torment he might be feeling.
For me.
He grabbed my hand, unable to handle the affection. Gripping my face, he scolded, “You have no fucking sense, Hennessy! Not one bit of fucking sense… How could you do that?”
“You expected me to let your father die in front of you? Come on, you have to know me better than that. It would’ve ruined whatever is left of you, and I couldn’t let that happen, not when I’m in love with you.”
He narrowed his stare at me, gripping my face a little harder. There under the hot cascading water above our heads.
In one breath, he murmured, “I love you too, Hennessy. My crazy fucking girl.”
I didn’t get a chance to reply. Instead, he slammed his mouth onto mine.
Onyx
The steaming hot water rushed down our naked bodies as if it was cleaning off our families’ sins. We’d never be able to change what happened or to make it any better. We’d definitely never be able to forget.
Clutching the sides of her face, I steadied her until her back hit the tile in the shower.
To claim her, own her, worship her… fucking love her.
For a minute, I allowed her to take my breath away. In my eyes, she’d never looked so fucking beautiful, so goddamn breathtaking, so fucking mine. I gripped her wrists and held them above her head with one hand, while the other slid from her face down to her breasts, kneading them in my hand.
She moaned. I wouldn’t let up. I just kept kissing her, caressing her, whispering how much I loved her. Using my lips to wipe away all her tears, tasting her truths, her father’s sins, her vows to the Brotherhood.
Before another second slipped by, I kissed her for all the months I couldn’t, losing myself in her. It was almost like I was trying to kiss away her allegiance to the society. I never wanted this to happen to her, but I was strong enough to hold her demons with mine.
“Do you have any idea how many nights I’ve watched you, imagining all the things I wanted to do to you?” I pressed against her lips, causing her eyes to flutter open.
I trapped her gaze with mine. She triggered a profound carnal reaction from within me.
Her lips were swollen and red, her skin warm and flushed, her hair tousled and flowing loosely all around her gorgeous face.
I released her wrists, pulling a few strands of her hair away from her eyes, wanting nothing in the way of her surrendering stare.
I held her face between my hands, prepared to tell her what would always haunt my mind.
“I’ll always protect you, Hennessy. Do you understand that?”
“Yes…”
“You’re mine.”
“Yes…” She nodded, instinctively gripping my wrists, still cradling her face, providing me with the strength to keep going.
“I can’t lose you. Please tell me you know that?”
“I do. I swear it. Please make me yours…”
I didn’t have to be told twice, gliding my tongue into her mouth.
She stirred, melting into my touch. I could feel her chest rising and falling against my torso.
Her hard nipples firmly pressed against my tarnished skin and tattoos.
I hadn’t even touched her yet, and she was already fucking melting, splitting at the seams for me. Exactly the way I wanted her to be.
“Onyx,” she panted, strangled and frantic.
That was my undoing. I dropped to my knees, dying to taste heaven. Sucking her sensitive clit into my mouth, she was now at my mercy, and I never intended to give it to her.
Through heated eyes, she pleaded, “Please…please…”
“Only because you asked so nicely.”
“Onyx…” She purred out my name, fisting my hair, using it as leverage to stay upright.
I made love to her with my tongue, working her clit side to side and up and down as she ground her hips in a back-and-forth motion against my lips and tongue. She was going to rip out my hair, making my cock throb so fucking hard, I started to fuck my fist.
She started coming down my throat and chest.
I watched her unravel from the inside, possessing every last fiber of her being.
I taunted, “Whose pretty little pussy is this?”
“It’s yours. It’s all yours.”
I grinned with her clit in my mouth. Her body shook so fucking violently from the pressure and pleasure, screaming out, “Onyx!”
I made her come one last time with my mouth, before I stood.
Wrapping her legs around my waist, I backed her against the shower tile again.
I should’ve gotten her ready to take my cock, but I was a shameless bastard, and I wanted to feel her from the inside with my dick first. I wanted to feel her pain of losing her virginity to me.
I’d never been with a virgin before.
She was holy.
Through hooded eyes, she gave me what I craved. “I want your dick inside me.”
“Good girl.”
Needing to bury myself inside her, I longed to feel her tight virgin pussy wrapped around me. She didn’t have to wait long. In one hard thrust, I slid inside her.
She cried out in pleasure, but also in pain, and I liked that a little too much.
I kissed her all over her face, her neck, her breasts, back to her lips again, whispering, “Are you okay?”
Sliding my hand between our bodies, I began rubbing her clit, trying to make it easier for her to take my cock.
“Goddamn… you’re so fucking tight… I’m going to break you.”
“Promise?”
“Just the thought of your virgin blood on my dick right now is driving me to the brink of insanity.”
I was a sick fucking bastard. Blame it on the Blood Oath Brotherhood. I didn’t think twice about it. I brought my bloody fingers up to my lips and sucked them in my mouth.
Her eyes widened, shocked by what I just did.
“Your virgin blood is now a part of me, the ritual of innocence that belongs to me too now.”
Her gaze was still huge. “You’re so fucked up… but I love you too.”
I didn’t stop thrusting in and out of her, feeling her clamp on tighter and tighter with each push and pull of my body. Our hearts pounded, our lungs completely out of breath, vanished in our abandonment.
Slowly rocking her hips, getting used to the feeling of my shaft deep inside her, her head rolled back with another moan. All I could hear was her desire. Encouraging me to go faster, harder.
I could feel her pussy tighten, gripping my cock like a fucking vise. Grabbing onto the back of her neck, I wanted to bring her closer to my face. Our lips found each other, no longer having any control over our actions.
“I love you, Onyx. I love you so much.”
That one statement made me lose all sense, roughly gripping her hips. I pounded into her. Both our mouths parted, breathless, riding the high together. When I felt her pussy throb against my cock, pulsating long and hard, her coming was my undoing.
She’s my undoing.
She came hard, and I followed her over the edge, releasing my seed as far back in her cunt as I could. As both of us tried to catch our breath, I kissed her again. I couldn’t get enough of her.
We stayed in the shower all morning. For once, my demons were resting…
The angel riding my dick made sure of it.