Chapter 7 #2
Her dark eyes meet mine and she just stares with a furious passion.
I stare back.
The air seems to crackle and charge around us.
Lightning strikes somewhere nearby and the flash of light is brighter than daylight.
The thunder that follows is deafening. Odessa looks fucking glorious above me.
All anger and fury and arousal thrumming throughout her veins, and it’s as if it’s lighting her up from the inside out.
She looks so alive. So. Fucking. Mine.
My lungs seize and I fight the way my eyes want to roll to the back of my head when she reaches between us and grips my cock in her cold, wet hand, lining me up before sinking her warm, wet pussy down onto me until I’m fully sheathed inside of her.
Her lashes flutter at the same time her pouty lips part in a soft “ Oh. ”
“ Fuuuuuck, ” I hiss through clenched teeth. She feels like fucking nirvana.
She whimpers as she adjusts to my length that’s now buried so fucking deep inside her, but it quickly turns into a moan when I shift my hips, rocking into her just once.
Her hands plant themselves on my chest, clenching and unclenching around the fabric of my soaked shirt. I’m about to tell her to fucking move before I take over and fuck her like a beast when her hips begin to undulate, fucking me at her own leisurely pace.
My hands move to grip her hips tight enough to bruise before circling them down to the globes of her ass. I squeeze each cheek as I support her weight, helping her to bounce on my cock.
All the way out.
All the way in.
She takes over, shifting between bouncing and grinding, each of her moans louder and headier than the last. Her legs begin to shake, and I can feel the way her entire body tenses up around me.
Her hands seek purchase and it seems my shirt isn’t enough for her, because in a fucking flash, she rips my shirt open with a snarl that has my balls drawing up tight and my cock throbbing.
Her nails dig into my flesh, but not nearly enough to cause pain.
“If your aim is to hurt me, I’m afraid you’re failing,” I taunt her, leaning up to lick the line of water at her jaw.
She bears her teeth at me while she continues to gyrate, bringing us both closer to the edge of oblivion.
I grip her wrists and press them deeper into my chest until the skin breaks.
“If you’re going to mark me, make it count, Wraith. ”
“ Fuck you, monster, ” she growls, her dark eyes locked onto where she’s starting to draw blood. Her next words are nothing more than a broken whisper full of pain. “I fucking hate you.”
I’ve never been one to dwell on emotions, but something inside of me snaps at her words.
Before she can blink, I’m shoving to stand, keeping my cock firmly seated inside of her as I back her against a tree, knocking the wind from her lungs.
I slam up into her and she screams out into the forest, but I slap a hand over her mouth and set a punishing pace.
“Every line you draw, I will fucking obliterate it like the monster you’ve made of me.
Your emotions have no place here. Not now.
” I thrust hard and she cries out around my hand.
“The only thing I want you to feel is my cock as it claims your pussy. The only sound I want to hear coming from your lips is the name of the man who melts your pain and pleasure into one.”
She whimpers as her pussy clenches so tightly around me that I practically see stars.
Her hands tangle in my wet hair and she pulls hard.
Hard enough that she forces my head to tilt back and I have no choice but to face the downpour head-on.
Her teeth meet my neck and she bites down, pulling a groan from my throat.
She’s fucking vicious when she allows herself to be, and I revel in it.
I can tell she’s close. She’s panting and shaking, the walls of her pussy spasming around my cock with every harsh thrust.
I pull against her grip on my hair and look into her dark eyes. “You want to come?”
She just stares at me, her chin set in defiance.
Despite my own impending orgasm, I stop, causing her to grunt in frustration. She tries to grind against me, seeking friction, but I pin her harder to the tree, her back scraping against the harsh bark. “You want to come? All you have to do is say it.”
I can tell she wants to argue, but she wants to come more.
I pull out and thrust back in, my piercings rubbing all the right spots apparently, because she releases one of the most pornographic moans I’ve ever heard.
Butting my forehead against hers, I urge her on, nipping her lower lip.
Thrust. “Come on, Odessa.” Thrust. “Say it.” Thrust.
Rain pours around us and the wind whips at our skin, chilling us to the core. Our breaths mix and just before I feel her clench around me again, her lips part.
“ Adris— ” is all I allow before my lips slam into hers and I claim every last piece of her that she may have kept hidden from me.
Her wide eyes meet mine, a strange emotion taking over her features just before she explodes around me and I immediately follow, the sound of her orgasm swallowed down with every harsh kiss that claims her lips.
My cock continues to pump its release deep within her walls as she spirals into oblivion within my arms.
I stand there, holding her, each of us catching our breath as the downpour pounds the ground around us, our breaths intertwining.
In a shocking moment of tenderness, Odessa cups my jaw in her delicate fingers, her dark eyes shining with unshed tears even in the dark of night.
Her bottom lip quivers as her next words come out in a rough whisper.
“I never wanted to leave, Adris.” Her eyes close and her head falls forward until it rests in the crook of my neck. “I didn’t want to leave you.”
It’s the last thing she says before her entire body goes limp, completely drained of energy and adrenaline. Like she didn’t just knock my entire psychotic little world off its axis.
Slowly, I make my way out of the woods towards Rune’s home, my cock still seated within Odessa’s now drenched pussy.
Thanks to the powers that be, she only unzipped my jeans, or I’d be walking back with them firmly around my ankles.
I’m not about to unsheath myself from her.
Not when she feels this fucking good. I pull the soaking wet shirt further down to cover as much of Odessa’s ass as I can, to give her some decorum of modesty as I walk her unconscious body to a stranger’s home.
My cock is already hard and ready to fucking go again, but I push the feeling down when I see Calix waiting patiently on the covered porch.
I don’t miss the raging hard-on behind his sweats, and I have no doubts that he and Rune either saw everything from their cameras or heard her cries, even over the rain.
He sees her sleeping form and wastes no time in grabbing one of the towels in his arms and draping it over her body, and the other around my shoulders.
I say nothing as he ushers me inside, her words echoing on repeat inside my head.
I didn’t want to leave.
I didn’t want to leave.
I didn’t want to leave you…
I need some fucking answers and I need them now.
Odessa Kuznetsov belongs to me. Her life. Her death. Her every fucking breath has been mine. I’ll take great joy in ending every single motherfucker who kept her from me all these years.