Page 101 of Brian and Mina's Holiday Hits
I shake my head and turn my attention back to her. “It’s nothing.” No way am I going to interrupt this to talk about fucking tarot cards. I may be many things, but I am no fool.
I watch her for several long minutes, the glow of her skin in the candlelight, the way her cat-like green eyes glimmer, the rise and fall of her chest, those perfect nipples.
She sighs in mock annoyance. “Maybe I should find some new worshippers.”
I chuckle. “I suspect this is your blood lust talking. Why else would you put innocent people’s lives in danger?”
“Would they really be innocent?”
“If they tried to fuck what’s mine? No.”
I take my time with her. Goose flesh pops out over her skin as I slowly encircle first one nipple, then the other with my tongue. They jump to attention.
“Cold?”
“Freezing,” she whispers.
I kiss and lick a trail down her body until I find the spot I know needs attention. “Did you touch yourself like a bad girl this morning?”
“No,” she whimpers. Her hips buck up against my mouth as I begin to devour her sex.
I push my tongue inside her and she lets out a guttural sound. I have always loved how responsive she is to my touch.
I pull away.
“Brian…”
“Still looking for new worshippers?”
A wide smile spreads across her face as she slowly shakes her head. “No.”
“I thought not.”
I return to my mission and lick her until she screams.
“I want you to fuck me,” she says, still wanting more.
“You know I can’t do that.”
“I think you can,” she whispers. “You won’t hurt me. I know you won’t.”
My mind flashes back to Halloween. Chasing her. Hunting her. Deciding in a single split second to fuck her instead of chase the madness and kill her. I shake the thought out of my head.
“Mina, I can’t.” I get up and go to the dresser and pull out the rope. “But you can.”
I see her face fall, and I know I’m never going to be enough for her because I can’t move past the fear that I’ll break her, that I can’t control the beast inside me, that all I know when it comes to sex is violence and anger. And I don’t want to do that to her. I can’t. She is the one light I have, and I can’t snuff that out.
She takes the ropes from me and I pull my T-shirt over my head. My jeans quickly follow. I lay in the middle of the bed and she begins to tie the ropes.
“Hey, look at me.”
She does.
“It’s not that I don’t want to.”
“I know.”
When she’s finished tying the knots, she straddles me. I let out a hiss as she sinks down, her warm wetness from her recent pleasure guiding her to impale herself deeper on my cock.
