Page 94 of Insidious Heart
Fuck, I like that. Even more so when Stevie’s fingers tangle in my hair, pulling and tugging in time with my hips as they thrust against hers.
I can feel her blood on the back of my neck, can feel mine smearing across her breasts as they press against my nipple rings, and the sensation of that warm liquid, ofourblood painting our skin while we kiss is almost too much.
Which is exactly why I shove my jeans down my thighs as fast as possible, palm Stevie’s ass and lift her against me before turning us around so my back is to the wall. My little dove breaks the kiss then, her brow furrowing in confusion briefly but when I back into the slick drywall and slide us down to the floor, Stevie’s pussy settling over my painfully hard dick, I see understanding flash in her eyes.
Without any words, Stevie reaches between us, fisting the base of my shaft before going up on her knees, running the tip through her slit twice before she slides down on my cock. My head hits the wall with a thud once I’m seated completely inside her, her pussy so goddamn hot and wet, so ready to take me from our kisses alone. And Christ, when Stevie starts to move, when my little dove starts to ride me, it’s everything I can do not to come from the sight.
Her head thrown back, her cinnamon and honey hair a little wild, Stevie’s hands on my stomach, her blood-covered breasts swaying as she bounces on my cock. I reach out, pushing my fingers through my blood on her skin, smearing it over her chest and up her throat, covering those ugly bruises before sliding my hand along her jaw.
Stevie’s pussy clenches around me, squeezes my length tight as she lifts her head and meets my eyes, her cunt moving up and down on my cock a little faster. She tilts her chin slightly, turning her face toward my palm, and as I watch my little dove suck the blood from my thumb, I grip her hip with my free hand and growl like a fucking animal, and start thrusting up into her.Hard.
I fucking like that too.
“Cut me,” I grunt as I bury my hand in her hair, pulling Stevie closer as I push her hips down each time I pump mine up. “Cut me, little dove.”
Stevie’s lips crash into mine, my girl kissing me fiercely as her pussy spasms around my dick. She keeps kissing me as she lightly drags the razor blade up my abs, between my pecs, then around my nipple before Stevie flicks the ring. Her cunt becomes wetter as she sits up and grips the side of my neck, her eyes meeting mine briefly while she meets me thrust for thrust.
“Cut me, Stevie. Do it.”
Her entire body jerks as she switches the razor from her left hand to her right, my balls tightening while we both watch as she presses the blade to my skin until she draws blood, and without breaking our pace, Stevie starts to carve her mark on my flesh while she fucks me fast and hard.
My girl moans again before biting her lip, her nails tearing into my neck, her pussy clamping down on my cock as she pushes harder on the metal. The pain of it has heat racing down my spine, sending warmth through my belly before landing right in my balls, Stevie’s pussy strangling me as she moans out my name, as she keeps dragging the razor over my skin. And when my dove finishes, when she drops the blade so she can throw her head back again to cry out my name, I pound up into her cunt, pushing her hips down with one hand while the other moves to her clit. I pinch and rub that sweet bundle of nerves until Stevie is screaming, until her pussy is so goddamn tight around my cock I have no choice but to come, firing rope after rope into my girl’s core before she collapses against me.
My dick twitches out the last of my release as Stevie relaxes, her pussy fluttering with aftershocks and drawing out some of my own. My breathing is heavy and labored as I look down, my little dove wrapping her arms around me while I admire the way her willowy body is a perfect fit against mine before my gaze shifts to my chest, her mark.
V+S.
In the center of a heart.
Right overmyheart.
My heart that might not be as useless or inept as I always believed it was.
My heart that forces me to repeat the words I demanded to hear from her before all of this happened. “You don’t get to leave me, Stevie. You can’t. Promise me.”
“I promise,” she whispers against my skin, against my heart that is hammering away in my chest as it swells with something I won’t put an emotion to.
Even as it begins to beat her name.
* * *
“You gonna tellme who hurt you?” I ask with an arched brow as I lift the spoon to Stevie’s lips.
She hits me with her own arched brow and pointed look. “Are you going to tell me what happened to your arm?”
“I got shot.” I nod toward the soup I’m basically force-feeding her. “Eat.”
Stevie takes a bite—purely to humor me, I’m sure—and the tightness in my chest loosens a fraction more.
After having the kind of sex I’ve only ever dreamed about having, with the kind of girl I’d definitely dream about if I did that sort of thing, I picked my girl up off the the floor and got in the tub. The water was less than lukewarm by the time we got in since it had been running the entire time, but Stevie and I were an absolutely delicious mess of fluids and we needed to clean up, so after I soaked up the water that overflowed, we did.
I washed my little dove’s hair and body, let her do the same for me complete with a deep condition to mygorgeous curls, and Stevie surprised me by asking me to bend her over the edge of the tub and take her from behind before we got out. I wasn’t sure I had that in me since I was boner free until she wrapped her hand around my dick and started talking about my piercings, but that was enough to get him going again and I happily obliged.
When we did get out, however, things went from heavy-but-fun to heavy, confusing, and terrifying, real fast.
Stevie set one foot on the bath mat and collapsed.
At first I thought she slipped because the floor was so wet and we only added to it by fucking again, but she didn’t. When I jumped out and scooped her up, Stevie had lost consciousness for a few seconds and when she came to, she immediately threw up.
