Chapter 23 – Genevieve
GENEVIEVE
I’m on fire. Hot and flushed despite my wet body and cold hair. I feel as though he split me in two from the inside out. He’s holding still, which I appreciate, but I don’t think he’s doing that for me.
His fingers that were coated in my blood slip from his lips. His wicked smile holds me for a moment before he bends and kisses me. I catch the faintest hint of metallic, but it’s gone just as quickly, eclipsed by the taste of him.
He pumps into me without thrusting. Pushing, rocking, stretching, teasing. He does this until the sharp pain slowly morphs into something else. It’s as if he’s pressing on an ache, and with every time he pushes against it, it gets better and better.
“Fuck,” he grits out, and before I know what he’s doing, he pulls out of me again. For a moment, I think he’s done, and that was it, but then he’s on his knees, pulling me to the edge of the bed. His tongue is back in me, swirling around, and oh my fucking god!
My hands fly above my head, and I grip the comforter, pulling and holding on.
“What are you doing?” I manage between gasps and moans. The way he’s eating me this time is not gentle.
“I want to taste your blood and cum together.”
What the actual fuck? That can’t be hot. That should be gross. But… it’s not. It’s sick and depraved and taboo and dirty. His tongue plunges inside me, pumping in and out before he sucks on my clit so hard I think I might pass out.
“Ferrin! Inside me! You said you’d make it feel good, and I need you to do that.”
He groans, but mercifully, he listens. Now that I’ve felt him inside of me, I want more. I feel almost empty now without him.
A few more licks, then he’s back over me, holding my face and staring down into my eyes as he pushes back into me.
I hiss out a breath and grip the bed tighter.
I’m going to be sore tomorrow. But no matter what happens from here on out, whatever my life is and how that goes, I made this choice.
I did it for myself and no one else. Other than leaving the cottage, this is the only time I’ve done that.
I shouldn’t trust Ferrin. I shouldn’t feel safe with him either. But I do.
I like the way he kisses me. I like the way he looks at me. Not just now, but before, when I saw him coming up behind that guy. He looked like he was ready to burn the world down for me. He literally killed for me.
He came back for me.
There’s something between us. More than simply the sex. A weird connection I can’t explain but feel with every heartbeat.
His eyes close, and he releases a heavy breath. I dig my heels into his lower back and press him deeper into me. It quirks a smile to his lips.
“Are you getting greedy for me already?”
“You’re the one not moving.”
He chuckles, but he's winded. “Darlin’, I’m trying not to come. Your pussy is gripping me like a fist. You feel so fucking good and are unbelievably tight.” His nose drags along mine. “And sexy. Have I told you that?”
I roll my eyes despite the way my belly flutters. That smile of his does unfortunate things to my insides. “You’re charming me again.”
He nips at my neck. “I think you’re the one charming me. Besides, it’s true. My sexy girl is no longer a virgin. That piece of you will always belong to me.” He sinks his teeth in before sucking hard. “Are you ready for me to fuck you?”
“I’m ready. But…”
“But what?”
“Will you tell me if I don’t do it right or if I should do something else?”
If possible, his eyes grow even darker. “You want me to teach you how to fuck?”
I nibble on the corner of my lip. “Yes.” I want to learn everything. All of it.
“Oh, princess. We’re going to fuck each other so good.”
His mouth comes down on mine, and he kisses me as he pulls back and slams forward. I moan into his mouth as he bottoms out in me, the tip of his cock so deep I can feel it in my stomach.
I release the bed and hold onto his shoulders instead, adjusting to his pace and the way he fucks me.
His hips undulate and roll, ticking something inside me that has stars bursting behind my eyes.
After a minute of this, of me taking it all in, I catch up and move with him, rocking my hips, riding into him, and meeting him thrust for thrust.
“That’s it. Yeah,” he growls. “So fucking hot, darlin’.”
I’ve noticed he hasn’t called me Genevieve again. I’ve been either princess or darlin’.
He pushes into me like this a few more times before he rolls us, putting me on top. His hands go to my hips, and he works me, bouncing me on him as he pounds up into me. My tits jiggle, and my head flies back at the new angle. My eyes close, and I let go, fucking him as he fucks me.
He pinches my nipples and pulls on my tits before he smacks one. “Come on, princess. Fuck me like you mean it.”
I whimper, my hands falling to his chest, and I use him as leverage. I lean forward, my ass slicing up and down as I impale myself on his cock. “Ferrin.” Oh hell.
He jerks up into me, going faster and harder, before he flips us again, this time putting my knees on his shoulders and bending me in half.
The feel of him sliding in and out of me, the way he looks with his light brown hair wet and sticking up, his cheeks flushed, his eyes wild, brings me up to the next level with this.
I pull him to me, burying my face in his neck, breathing against his skin, licking the water and salt from him.
“Make me feel it. Make me come.”
“Jesus,” he rasps, climbing up onto his knees and spreading my thighs wide so he can go in even deeper. How that’s possible, I have no clue, but it is. “Look at you, my princess. Look how deep you’re taking me. You like the way I’m fucking you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I cry out when his cock hits me just right, pummeling directly into that spot.
“Yeah, I know you do. Eyes on me. That’s it. Look at you taking me so well. You’re such a good little slut letting me fuck you.”
I nod, staring up into his green eyes, so dark and primal that it makes me shiver with how he wants me.
His hands meet the bed by my head, and he hovers over me as he pummels me. “You have no idea how amazing you feel. Just for me. You want to be fucked more? You want me to take you harder?”
“Oh god, yes.” Pleasure builds between my legs, swirling around my clit and growing from inside me. A delicious friction and ache that’s pulsing, getting hotter, making me tighter, and wetter. He feels it too. His sounds are louder, his movements less controlled.
“That’s it. I’m fucking you so hard, and you’re being so good for me.”
It’s loud and wet, and there’s still a small burn on the other side of the pleasure with every rough thrust he gives me. It’s fast and powerful and so good. The bed bangs into the wall, a perfect accompaniment to every deep, heavy drive.
“Fuck, do I want to come in you.”
I want that too. I want to feel it. I want to see him come undone and know I’m the reason for it. But I keep my mouth shut. I won’t risk what comes with that. Not with a man I already know won’t stick around long.
He’s staring down at where he’s fucking into me, and he licks his lips. I’m stretched around him, my blood still on his cock and lower pelvis. His hands go back to my knees, and he climbs up onto his, holding me open wide, as wide as I can go.
I’m so close. So incredibly close, and I reach down and rub my clit. It’s so hard, and it feels so fucking good.
“Shit, yes. Rub your clit till you come all over my cock. I need to feel it.”
My moans echo through the room, growing louder, unable to be contained. I grab him, bringing him down to me until we’re chest to chest and holding him as we fuck each other, chasing a high I’m both excited and terrified to reach.
He kisses my face and neck, whispering things into my ear. Things like how good I feel, how tight I am, how he loves fucking me, how beautiful I am. How this is just the start, and he’s going to fuck me again and again, every way he can. The closer he gets, the less he holds back, his voice gruff.
He licks my neck, and that’s the final straw. It shoots me over the edge, and I come so fucking hard a scream wrenches from the back of my throat. I cling to him as I ride out wave after wave of pleasure so intense I’m positive I’ll never be the same again.
He fucks me through it, not slowing for a minute. My thoughts splinter, and my vision goes fuzzy, but he’s watching me. I meet his eyes, knowing the risk but doing it anyway, even when I feel myself giving him a piece of me I’ll never get back.
The moment I go slack, he pulls out of me, his chest heaving as he positions himself over me. He gives his glistening cock two jerks, then he’s coming with a loud groan that makes my nipples hard and my pussy clench with aftershocks.
I prop myself up onto my elbows, utterly rapt as white cum shoots out of the angry-looking tip.
It spurts onto my belly, the top of my mound, and the bottom of my tits.
I realize I sound na?ve and innocent or whatever, but I can’t believe he was going to do that inside of me.
Yet I’m curious about what it would feel like. Tastes like.
Just as he tasted my blood and my cum, I swirl my finger through his on my belly and bring it to my lips. He watches, his eyes dark and hooded.
“Well?” he prompts.
“Probably tastes better than my blood.”
“Not possible.” He smiles, dips in to kiss me, and climbs off the bed.
A moment later, he returns with a warm washcloth, which he uses to clean me up.
There wasn’t a lot of blood. Just a little that looked like more.
Once I’m cleaned up, he crawls on the bed and props himself up with his elbow, peering down at me. “We need to talk more.”
“You realize I’m naked, right?”
“You realize I have no intention of letting you put clothes on ever again, right?”
I giggle lightly, which feels odd after all I’ve gone through. As if to prove this, he runs his finger along the thin white strips covering the gash on my temple.