Her blood is so much sweeter than I ever could have imagined. The combined taste of the essence that keeps her heart beating and her arousal is so fucking addictive I’m not sure how I’m ever going to stop tasting her.
Clara’s rapt attention is glued to my cock, but I can’t drag my own from her. I’ve never seen her look so…free. Ever since I started following her, she’s always had the weight of the world on her shoulders. At work, she’s the right-hand woman to one of the most successful women in the country, and at home? At home, her demons plague her.
But not right now. Right now, she’s free and unadulterated. She’s fucking beautiful with messy hair and a stream of blood coating her milky skin, and I can’t get enough of her.
Her eyes flicker to mine and the heat in them is almost enough to knock me on my ass. I can’t wait another second to have her.
I surge to my feet and wrap my arms around her waist. I lift her from the ground and ignore her startled squeal.
“Tommy! You’re going to hurt yourself,” she admonishes as I deposit her with her knees pressed against the edge of the mattress.
A growl tears from my throat and I press my hand to the middle of her back, forcing her to bend over the bed and leave her ass in the firing line. Without a word, I smack my hand down in rapid succession, not allowing her a second to breathe between the spanks.
“If I ever hear words like that come out of your mouth again, little fawn, you’ll find yourself tied to this bed with a vibrator shoved in your pretty pussy, set to a maddening vibration that’s just not enough to push you over the edge while I fuck your pretty face over and over again.”
She turns her face against the mattress until she’s looking at me with tearstains running down her cheeks. Fuck. So fucking beautiful. So fucking mine. Her eyes are flared with lust and fear, an intoxicating cocktail I want to see over and over again in her pretty brown eyes.
“Are you going to make comments about your weight again, Clara?” I force through gritted teeth as I drag my achingly hard cock through her folds, leaving a trail of blood in its wake.
Even I can admit fucking her with my cock covered in our blood is kinda fucked up, but it seems so perfectly us.
“No,” she whispers, shaking her head as much as her position will allow.
Before she can take another breath, I drive forward and slam home. She lets out a yelp of surprise and a groan of nirvana. That’s what her cunt is. Pure fucking heaven and I don’t waste one second before I withdraw to the tip and slide right back to the hilt. If I were a better man, I would allow her time to breathe, to get used to my size, especially because she hasn’t had sex in at least the nine months I’ve been following her. But we both know I’m not a better man and honestly, Clara brings out the worst in me. I’ve always been evil to my very core, but I know for a fact if any harm were to come to my sweet fawn, I would tear the whole fucking world apart to avenge her.
I set a punishing pace, not giving her even a moment to catch her breath because I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. Her body is too fucking perfect, her tight sex sheathes me almost to the point of pain, and no woman has ever made me feel so…complete.
That thought almost makes me regret the position we’re in, but I don’t know any other way. I’ve never fucked anyone in another position, and I wouldn’t know how to start now. What’s that saying about teaching old dogs new tricks?
This is safe. She can’t touch me like this, but I still have full access to every inch of her soft skin. Except for her lips. God, what I would do to take her lips right now. To ravish her mouth the same way I am her pussy. Could I handle that? Could I handle having her body pressed beneath mine, with her flesh touching my scars? Or the possibility of her hands scraping down my back?
I’m dragged back to the magnificent woman beneath me when she lets out a scream that falls somewhere between pleasure and pain, and all it does is make me fuck her harder. My balls draw up, but I’m not ready for this to end just yet. Clara hasn’t come yet, and although I’ve never given a fuck about the other party getting off before me, I do right now. It’s Clara, for God’s sake. The woman I’m obsessed with, who I’ve watched sleep every single night for the last nine months. The woman who has given me a purpose outside of death and destruction.
I would give her the whole fucking world if I could, so an orgasm seems like the least I can do.
“I need you to come, fawn,” I grind out, not slowing my pace for a second as my heavy balls slap against her oversensitive clit.
“I don’t know if I can,” she sobs. “I’ve never…”
“You’ve never come from penetration alone?” I slow my thrusts just enough to hold off my own impending release.
She shakes her head as best she can and a feral growl tears from my throat. No one has ever taken care of my woman properly. These little boys running around claiming to be men have never given her what she needs. But that ends today because I’ll give her everything. I’ll tear my own fucking heart out and hand it to her if it will make her smile. There is no length I won’t go to to make her happy.
Before I realize what I’m doing, I withdraw from her tight heat, both of us making a sound of annoyance when I slip free and roll her onto her side, pressing her knees up until they’re pressed against her stomach. I pull her to the edge of the bed and slam home again.
Clara screams out, the new position allowing me to hit the place that will send her careening over the edge any minute now. “Holy shit,” she cries.
I grunt, restarting the steady but brutal pace I was fucking her with before. I lean forward and wrap my hand around her throat, squeezing until her cunt pulsates around me.
“You like that, fawn? You like when I choke you with my cock inside you?”
“Yes,” she hisses out, the sound muffled and hoarse.
“Your cunt is choking me, fawn. I knew, underneath your carefully constructed persona, you’d be like this. I knew you’d be a good little whore for me.” Somehow her pussy clamps down on me even tighter, making it almost impossible to thrust into her. I chuckle, a cruel smirk tugging at the corners of my lips. “Oh, you like that, don’t you, dirty girl? You like being my whore, don’t you, baby?”
“Fuck,” she pants, her pupils blown with pleasure and lust. I tighten my grip on her throat and she quickly nods. “Yes, fuck yes.”
“Say it.”
“I like being your whore,” she chokes out, and I swear I see my life flash before my goddamn eyes. I’ve never heard words so sweet.
“I know you do, fawn. And you’re going to be a good girl for me and come all over my cock, aren’t you?”
As if my words set off something deep inside her, her pussy clamps down on me like a fucking vise, a gurgled scream filling the room as pure ecstasy crosses her beautiful face. Her eyes close and her body shudders as the pleasure rolls through her.
“That’s it, fawn. Give it to me. Give me every-fucking-thing.”
My own release is close, only held at bay by my need to pleasure Clara, to put her first. The ache in my balls is so deep it borders on agony.
“Tommy, fuck. Tommy.”
Her orgasm seems to go on for an eternity, or maybe it just feels that way because this is the first moment of peace I’ve ever known. The first time the chaos in my head and the demons that cause it lie dormant for long enough for me to breathe. The significance of that isn’t lost on me, and it just solidifies Clara’s position in my life.
She is my peace.
She is my love.
She is my obsession.
And I’m never letting her go.
