Blade (RBMC: Dallas, TX #4)

Chapter Thirteen

“It’sAllGood”—TheoryOfADeadman

I ’d been waiting over three years to taste her.

Many times, I wondered if I’d be disappointed if I ever got the chance, because I’d built it up in my head for so long.

I was so very wrong.

Shoving my tongue in her wet pussy was akin to heaven. She was worried about not showering? She had no idea that I would’ve buried my face between her legs after three days of walking through a humid jungle.

She tasted so good, I never wanted to stop, and I knew that was gonna be a problem. As she pulled my hair, came all over my face, and screamed my name, I knew I was addicted.

She wasn’t going anywhere. She was mine, and I’d kill anyone that touched her.

I got to my feet as she lay sprawled out bonelessly at the foot of her bed. Her T-shirt was bunched up under her tits. Her creamy thighs had red marks from my hands, and I wasn’t even sorry. In fact, I hoped it left bruises. Not because I wanted to hurt her, but because I wanted every man within five miles of her to know where I’d been.

My belt clinked as I unfastened it.

Heavy-lidded, she watched as I gripped my dick through my boxer briefs. When I freed it from the confining fabric, I observed her expression.

Her full lips parted as she watched me stroke the length.

“Now you can scoot up in the bed,” I purred.

She scrambled back until she was at the pillows. Propped on her elbows, she stared with hunger in that stormy gray gaze.

“You sure you want this?” If I started, I knew I wouldn’t stop.

It was almost comical how fast she nodded.

I let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Because it had been a fear of mine that she would be triggered by sex. While sex wasn’t everything, I still wanted nothing more than to utterly possess her. Own every inch of her. I wanted her little sighs and moans as I fucked her. I wanted to hear the crack of my hand meeting her ass. I wanted her to lose control and scream my name when she came.

“Take off your shirt and lose the bra.”

She did as instructed.

In record time, I was undressed and crawling up between her spread thighs. I couldn’t help but pause to lick through her glistening pussy on my way up her body. I reveled in the little gasp she made. With the tip of my nose, I moved up along the thin strip of golden curls, circled her belly button, and arrived between her glorious tits.

They were beautiful. Not too big, not too small—simply perfect. Rosy pink nipples peaked, puckering the slightly paler areola. I traced the edge with my tongue before flicking the tip and pulling the whole thing into my mouth.

She whimpered and I glanced up at her. Head thrown back, she clutched the bedding. When I nipped it with my teeth, she grabbed my hair. Then she quickly let go.

“Don’t let go. You won’t hurt me. Pull my hair. Leave your mark on my back when you scratch me. Bite my flesh.” Her gray eyes found mine and darkened like the clouds before the rain. Like a man starving, I sucked hard. When she moaned my cock got impossibly harder and I pressed it into the mattress for temporary relief.

“Fuck me, Blade. Please.” Her voice was husky with need, and I almost came like a teenager. To fight it off, I squeezed my eyes shut, dropped my forehead to her breastbone, and tried to control my breathing.

When I believed I had myself under control, I lifted my head. I pulled her other nipple into my mouth. “Blade,” she whispered like my name was a prayer.

I dragged myself up further until the end of my cock prodded at the slick opening of her pussy. Yeah, I knew she wanted me to fill her, but I wanted to tease her—drive her crazy until she couldn’t take it anymore. So, I slid in and out with shallow strokes.

It startled me when her nails suddenly dug into my ass as she lifted her hips, bringing me further into her tight, wet core. She was so snug; it was as if she was made to sheath me and only me.

Need became desperation as I drove deep within her and we both bit and clawed our way to heaven. “You’re such a good girl, Eliska,” I praised as she whimpered and whined.

I loved every second of it.

When her breathing grew more ragged and those sweet little sounds rolled off her tongue like honey, I moved faster. Her clit was grinding against me as I shifted my weight to one elbow, reached down, lifted one leg up to rest on my forearm, and grabbed a handful of her ass.

In that position, I pulled her closer to me, giving me the perfect angle to go deeper.

“Oh God! Yes! Like that. Harder,” she encouraged, and I complied until her teeth sunk into my shoulder and she screamed around the mouthful of muscle. Her cunt grew tighter, and I sucked a sharp breath in between clenched teeth. A few more perfectly aligned thrusts and she exploded. The walls of her pussy pulsed almost violently, and a warm gush surrounded me and ran down around my balls.

“Fuck yeah. Did you just squirt all over my cock?”

Her cheeks went a soft pink, and she closed her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she burst out.

“Sorry? For what? That was fucking awesome. Never be sorry for that. Now turn over. On your hands and knees,” I demanded as I pulled out.

When she moved too slow, I flipped her over myself and she gave a startled squeal. Grabbing her hips, I jerked them up, presenting her swollen, pink pussy to me.

“Fuck, that’s beautiful,” I murmured as I slid a thumb in and out of the dripping wet opening. When it was soaked, I lined up and drove in deep.

“Oh fuck!” she cried out and I felt her body instinctively try to pull away, but I held on tight and began driving hard into her slippery, tight core.

“You like me fucking you hard?”

“Yes!”

Using my still wet thumb, I circled the tight ring of her ass. She tried to tense up and I smacked her ass cheek. “Let me in.”

She made a squeaky little cry, but she relaxed enough for the tip of my thumb to get inside. “That’s my good girl,” I crooned as I stroked in time with the thrusts of my cock.

Her pussy tightened and her fingers clawed at the comforter. “Oh yeah, baby girl. Squeeze my cock with that pussy.”

The sounds she made were a mixture of grunts, whimpers, and moans. Each one brought me closer to coming. I lost track of time. All that mattered was this woman and my body inside hers. Her cunt was like magic—like nothing I’d experienced before.

I withdrew my thumb from her ass to hold on. My fingers dug into her flesh as I pounded into her willing body. I knew it wasn’t going to be much longer for me and I was in shock. Normally, I could go for hours if I wanted, but with her my control was slipping.

As her snug pussy swallowed my cock with each thrust, I imagined the tip of my blade trailing along her peaches and cream skin. In my mind I saw it nick her and her rich blood bead on her flesh until it ran down her—a crimson rivulet in stark contrast to her softness. The vision was so vivid I could taste the rich, coppery flavor of her, and I knew she’d taste like no other.

She turned her face and buried it in the pillow as she suddenly screamed and her walls spasmed around me again. It was likely straight Nirvana and I knew I was done for.

“I’m going to come inside you, baby,” I warned as she continued to hold on for dear life from the aftershocks. “Do you want that?”

She nodded into the pillow.

I smacked her ass hard. “Tell me! Beg for it, baby,” I demanded as I panted through each word. Sweat ran down my temples and trickled down my spine.

She lifted her head. “Yes! Please come in me! Fuck me until you fill my pussy with your hot cum, Blade.”

Her talking dirty absolutely did me in. I grabbed a handful of her tangled tresses and jerked her up to her knees with her back to my front. Then I leaned in and whispered in her ear as I slowed my strokes.

“You’re mine, Eliska. This pussy, this body, this mind… it’s all mine. Do you understand?” I wrapped my free hand around the front of her slender throat and lightly squeezed.

“Yes,” was her breathless reply, but I thought she tensed a bit.

“I’m not going to hurt you, baby. Not in ways that you won’t enjoy.” I meant it. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt my precious little storm. I never wanted to dim her light. I wanted it to burn brighter. Though I had wicked tastes and desires, I wouldn’t do anything she didn’t like.

When she first got here, I thought I could use her body to get her out of my system. I told myself I could treat her the same as any other woman who had warmed my bed, then toss her to the side. Except deep down, I knew I was lying to myself, and I think that’s why I tried to push her away.

I was afraid.

The exact reason I’d run from her before.

A small part of me had known she’d be different.

That I would develop feelings for her and that would be devastating. Everything I cared about got hurt or was taken from me.

“O-O-Okay,” she stuttered.

Gently, I placed a kiss behind her ear. Then I lowered her body until she had a beautiful arch in her back, my fingers were tight around her neck, and her hair was wadded up in my fist.

Slowly, I pulled almost all the way out before I bottomed out my shaft inside her. The feeling was indescribable. Like a machine, I drove in. Harder, deeper. Losing myself a little at a time. Until my rhythm faltered and I knew there was no holding back.

“I’m gonna come, baby. Oh fuck, here it comes.” My muscles tensed. Every nerve ending in my body snapped as I filled her until it was leaking out with each slow stroke. I groaned and shuddered as my soul soared. Several times, my body jolted as if it had been shocked.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God. Yes, Blade. Give it all to me,” she hoarsely begged.

Finally, I drifted back to reality. I loosened my grip on her and gently let her settle to the bed. Reluctantly, I pulled out. She whimpered in disappointment and the corner of my mouth kicked up.

Then I settled in next to her and turned her to be my little spoon. Carefully, I brushed her hair back out of her face. I leaned over to kiss her cheek. She nestled her rounded ass into my satisfied cock and hugged my arm to her.

As I listened to her heavy, gasping breaths slow to even, soft snores, I reeled. I was in shock.

Why was I cuddling her? I never cuddled. Not like this. When I would go to Sage’s room all those years ago, no one knew that she would simply hold me. It was never sexual. It was my safe space. The only place I could quiet the angry twisted voices that sometimes shrieked in my head.

The only time I was Finley again.

Then there were the times when I would need her to hurt me. When my mind would become so full and chaotic, the pain would release it. My guilt would momentarily subside.