Chapter Fourty-One
Ava
The softness in his face fades as he grabs the knife from me, flicking his cigarette to the ground. He growls into a groan and plants his shoulder into my abdomen as he jeers me up, slinging me over his shoulder. He steps over Stepan easily and unconcerned, as he wraps both arms around the back of my thighs. My body feels like dark electrical currents sizzle, with every step he takes to the dilapidated steps. The boards cave in spots with empty slots that were once stairs, as he lunges over them, scaling upward. I dangle over his backside as I take the rabbit mask off, clasping it in one hand. I bite my lower lip, knowing what I want from him, curling into a small smirk.
He walks over the holes in the top floor, and for once I wasn’t worried or anxious about what was to come. Setting me down, he runs his hands, ever so fucking slowly, up my ass and back. Twirling the knife, he slants his chin down as he stares. I waited for him to say anything about what I wanted, but he kept his eyes on mine as we stood there, for what seemed like forever.
Forever could be just a second.
He pulls on the chain as he keeps his focus, swinging the pocket watch to his hand and pushes me to the door. Swiping his nose against my throat, he nestles against the crevice of my neck, under my jaw. He angles himself away somewhat with needy and ravenous eyes, cradling every heavy feeling I have in my chest for him.
As he opens the door, he interlocks his fingers with mine, wedging the pocket watch between our palms. I grip the mask tightly in my other hand as we enter together, hand in hand.
The room is small and vivid, with gray light from the moon, pouring in through a broken window. Graffiti crisscrosses the worn walls and an old blue couch centers it. I shuffle my feet across the dusty floor as I check for weak spots, so I don’t fall to my death.
He places the watch back into his pocket as he turns, facing me, “Ava…” His voice is warm as it rumbles.
I jump onto him as he catches me into a kiss. The groan of his mouth made me think I was hurting him, since we are both pretty beat up. I step back and tuck my hair behind my ear, “You—”
He crashes his mouth into mine as he clutches my jaw, wrapping his fingers to the side of my neck. His hands drift down my sides and around my waist, plastering me to him. Lifting me slightly, he walks to the couch as we consume each other continuously, twirling our tongues. I feel like I can’t get enough of his touch, the way he tastes, or how much my core ignites when he groans. I lick across his bottom lip and bite down hard, stopping his steps into a needy grumble, as I smirk and let go. The blood on his lip beads to the surface as I swipe my thumb across it, smearing it away.
The torn couch squeaks as he sits me down gently. Like as if in all the other instances when he would make me crumble, this was the one time he was afraid to break me?
I wasn’t broken though, if anything I was the complete opposite. The feeling of being let free, when I killed Stepan and sliced the rabbit head into him, was like no other. It was like I could feel every sorrow swallowing what I thought was the truth, leaving the bounce of the darkness sauntering with my kindness into a fire. They were burning down the thorns, and everything about myself I let fester under the surface, leaving me with ashes and the scent of sweetly dead flowers.
I set the rabbit mask beside me as he kisses my throat, trailing down the side of it. I strip off my leather jacket, sweater and bra, as he kneels on one knee sliding my pants and underwear off.
He stands, taking a step back, and folds his arms over his chest, resting his chin between his forefinger and thumb, as he admires me, “Cottontail, the way you always radiate is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” Taking a step forward, his eyes narrow as he takes out his knife, “This is what you want? For me to brand you as mine?”
I lean back, spreading my legs for him as I swipe down to my opening, “Am I not yours?” I ask, as I insert two fingers, moving them in and out.
His face twists into a smile as he switches open the blade, sulking to me. He kneels between my legs and leans his mouth to my clit, swiping his tongue into a pulse over it.
Grabbing my wrist, he removes my fingers and pins my arm above me against the couch, “I want you cumming your sweetness around my cock, Sweet Rabbit,” he rumbles a throaty demand.
I snatch his jacket, pulling him down and to the side as I climb on top of him, placing my knees on either side of his thighs. He spreads his hand on my asscheek as he holds the knife by his side. My eyes drift past it, to the rabbit mask and picking it up. I place it over his head, pulling down onto his face.
He traces my nipples with the tip of the blade as I grind my hips into him. “That’s it, use me like a good fucking girl,” he says stroking the tip of the blade over my stomach, “So fucking perfect.” He sets the knife down as he forces me to kneel upward, shoving my tits inches from his face. I lean my elbows on his shoulders as he sucks my nipple into his mouth. Tugging his pants, he slides them down over his knees. His hands trace up my thighs to my hips, and lowers my soaking pussy around the tip of his dick, stretching me as he glides me down his enormous cock.
“Roman…” I purr.
“My Sweet Rabbit,” he growls as he fully enters me.
I roll my hips, pulsing his piercing against me. Scratching down his chest, I moan with heavy breaths as tingles of heat inch down my arms.
He groans, “Mmmm You feel so fucking good, soaking your pussy for me.” His eyes look black under the mask with tiny reflections of white from the moonlight. He whimpers as he lifts his hips, driving his cock further into me, pulsing rhythmically. I fold my arms onto my chest as he edges me closer to release. He takes the rabbit mask off, exposing his face for me as he slows into a grind against mine. His eyes are swollen and bruised but there was something different about the way he looks into mine.
My heart weighs down with flutters as he places the mask over my face, “Look at you doing such a good job. Now,” he pins my hips to him, picking me up as he stands, “Fucking cum for me, Sweet Rabbit.”
Roman
Fuck, she is so fucking gorgeous, soaking down around me, taking all of me as I take in all of her, everything about her. Her curves that dimple in the right light, her caring nature to always do what is right, the way she laughs at her own jokes and scoffs at mine, how she embraces her darkness, and every loose strand running from her soul. She is perfectly imperfect in her sorrows and in my arms. I cradle my arm under her leg as she places both of her soft palms on my cheeks, screaming as I slam her into me, in and out.
I squeeze my other hand on the underside of her ass cheek, “Such a good fucking girl, yes, say my fucking name,” I growl as she inches her face closer. Her hands press into my cheeks as I start to feel her tight pussy clench around my cock.
“Roman… fuuuck, Roman,” she cries out as she tries to keep her eyes from rolling. Her legs shake as she halts her movement, coming on my cock as her pussy squeezes tightly around me. Fuuuck, does she feel good and always will, because this is mine. Every inch, moan, scream, laughter and chaos.
I release myself into her, filling her up, “Mmmm, fuuuck,” I groan. I keep my eyes on hers as I lay her down softly onto the couch. She watches me crawl between her legs and kneel as I grab the knife. She sweeps her hair from the rabbit mask, tilting her chin to her chest. Licking my lips, I take the tip of the blade curving it over her thigh and to her hip. I trace the scars back and forth that were made by Stepan, and place the tip on top of them. Digging in slightly, I swipe her image over those scars as she grits her teeth, holding onto my arm. She didn’t scream, or pull away as I finished her masterpiece.
She is the masterpiece.
I pull my pants up, pocketing the knife and crouch to her side. I slip the rabbit mask up, stroking her cherry cheeks, “I love you, Ava.”
Tears start to build in her eyes as she looks at me. Her delicate cry made my heart ache as tears roll down her somber face, “Still? After what I just did, and for who I really am?” Her voice cracks as she searches my face, “Do you even remember the parts of me that you fell in love with in the first place? I am not who I thought I was. I am not just a sweet cottontail anymore.” She closes her eyes and opens them.
I brush my thumb over her cheeks, wiping away her guilt, “The parts of you I fell in love with, are the parts of you that will never change with time. They were always there, you just needed to find them.”
She has finally let go of who she thought she was and embraces who she is.
My Sweet Rabbit.