My heart skips a beat.
“The only ugly thing here is the fact that your heart hurt so badly, you wanted to make your skin bleed,” he says through gritted teeth. “For what your family has made you do. For what my brother tried to do to you. For what I did to you.”
He brings the knife to his own wrists, and before I can say a word, he’s cut two lines into his skin, exactly where mine are.
I gasp as he chucks the knife aside and zeroes in on me. “Remember our notes and how important they still are?”
“Of course,” I mutter, completely stunned, trying my best not to squirm from his throbbing hard-on still perched deep inside me like he’s staking his claim.
“I want to add a new one,” he says. “Unwritten. Between you and me.” Blood drips down his arm. “Promise me you will never hurt yourself again.” He looks at me intently, and I can’t look away, even if I wanted to. “Promise me.”
“I promise,” I say.
The words are so fleeting but more important than any other I’ve ever said before.
He leans over me, his stiffness still firmly lodged in my pussy, as he brings his bleeding wrists to my mouth.
“Take my blood,” he says, his eyes brighter than the moonlight above us. “Make the vow.”
Hesitantly, my tongue dips out, and I take a lick of his salty blood, the metallic taste as I swallow almost … sexy.
His thumb slides across my lip, mixing blood with saliva, sealing the deal. “Good girl.”
And when he grabs my face and kisses me, thrusting in and out with full force, I feel as if I’ve died and gone to heaven.
I don’t care anymore about the repercussions or about how bad it is to fall for the only man I should’ve never fallen for.
Because this man is the only man who cared enough to see me, the real me hiding behind the veneer of courage and toughness. And I want nothing more than to give my heart to this man, this monster I call mine.
I cry out with a happy smile as he thrusts in once more and fall apart underneath him, the orgasm flooding my body with warmth and heat and so much more. He buries himself to the hilt, claiming my mouth, sucking my soul up through my lips, and I let him, willingly, knowing what it’s cost me.
But I don’t care if my family hates me, disowns me, or if my sister will never see me again.
I need this.
I need him.
“Liam, please,” I mutter as his hardness throbs inside me. “I need more. Give me more.”
He leans up and rips open my dress from head to toe, making me shriek. “More,” he groans with desire, grasping my breasts and squeezing tight. “Fuck.” His back stretches as he plants one hand flat on the ground and drags the other down between my legs, thrusting in deep.
Then I feel it … another jet of seed filling me up to the brim. And the look of pure and utter ecstasy on his face is nothing short of magical.
He pulls out, only to reach between my legs and thrust his finger inside.
I’m caught by surprise, a loud moan ending in a gasp as he pulls out his own cum and spreads it all across my body. “I can’t stop,” he groans, just as delirious as I am. “I want to cover you in filth.” His fingers slather my belly and breasts with lots and lots of cum. “I want to mark you, fill you up in every hole … make the fucking world know you belong to me.”
His words end in a growl as he pulls up and drags his long, half-hard cock up my body only to sit down on top of me on both knees, the tip bobbing up and down in front of my face. And I instinctively open my mouth and let him slide in without a care in the world. I’m overcome by an animalistic need to drown in him, and I gulp him down as far as he wants to thrust.
The sounds coming from his mouth fill me with desire. So raw and filled with unkempt lust that’s been boiling under the surface for years, and it’s finally bursting out.
“Taste your own wetness and mine,” he says. “So much fucking cum just for you.”
Fuck, I could come again just from the way he’s talking to me.
He shoves farther and farther inside until I almost choke on his length, but I keep it together, wanting to taste him as badly as he wants to make me taste him. His eyes never travel away from mine, not even as he reaches behind him and starts playing with my pussy. Without even looking, he knows exactly where and how to touch me to make my legs quake with desire.
I moan as he buries himself to the hilt inside my throat, flicking my clit, his salty cum an aphrodisiac to my already aching pussy.