Body Tox (The Bodies duet #1)

Chapter 31

W hap, whap, whap.

I squinted my eyes, my body feeling sore and renewed like a phoenix rising from the ashes. The sound of smacking above my head alerted me. I opened my eyes and was instantly blinded by a cloudy white liquid, turning my vision white.

“Oh fuck!”

I leaned up and wiped at my eye, the stinging increasing and making both of my eyes water.

Asher was scrambling around, and the sound of chaos was around me as he ran around, grabbing things and letting others clatter to the ground.

I tried to comprehend what the fuck just happened and opened my good eye. Asher had his dick hanging out of his pants, and there was clear whitish liquid on my chest and stomach.

“Did you…?” I trailed off, wiping the come off my stomach and popping it into my mouth.

“I was going to say sorry,” he said, his voice lowering as he stopped his search and walked to me. “But now, I am definitely not.”

I scooped more of the come off my chest and stared at Asher’s beautiful lips. With a grin more devilish than Satan’s mistress, I popped my fingers in his mouth.

His eyes widened in surprise at first, and then he grabbed my hand and sucked each digit clean. The heat flooded my belly, and I stuttered, not expecting that.

“If you want me to taste myself, Little Wraith.” He moaned, kissing the top of my hand and scooping me in his arms like a bride. “Then I will lick every drop out of your pussy.”

I didn’t have words. I just watched his face. His dangerous toying look made me flush. He walked us down from the attic. It wasn’t time for mass, and there wasn’t a soul at the church. The sun greeted us from outside the stained glass windows.

He walked us down the looping staircase and into the prayer room. The white and red candles dripped with the wax hardening in all stages of its descent to the ground. They were tall and short…all sizes encased the front stage area.

It had a white blanket laid down, the huge crucifix towering right behind the little setup. On the side was a holy water basin and a box that looked ominous in the space. I narrowed my eyes at the box, but Asher set me down on the plush white blanket.

I was still naked, and my tattoo was sore, but the pain made me feel so many endorphins, like every light kiss and touch from his fingertips made me shake.

He lightly moved my hair, kissing my collarbone, trailing those sinful lips down to my shoulder. I was so fucking enraptured in his mouth that I closed my eyes, the earlier stinging forgotten.

“Ow!” I gasped, surprised.

I looked down, and he was holding a knife, a small red line replacing an earlier scar from my ex. I looked at his face. He looked transfixed and absolutely unhinged.

“That monster doesn’t deserve even your memories, Echo. Every mark will remind you of me, only me and this.” He licked his lips, dropping his mouth to the welling blood, letting his tongue run over the cut.

I watched him. The sensitivity of his tongue alone made me moan.

He was shaking.

His addiction was blood, and he just took a hit of mine.

He took his shaking hand to my side, finding the scars there and carefully steadying his grip before drawing a new line over the mark of my past. His mouth felt like fire, and the chill of the cold blade was a tornado of heat and ice.

“I will brand every fucking inch of you, my Little Wraith. You are mine.”

I opened my mouth, and the euphoria overwhelmed my system. The tantalizing push and pull of the blood welling and his wicked tongue licking it free.

I was covered in bloody cuts, and the little lines were creating an image, one that was overwriting the past I hadn’t chosen for myself with a new future that was being promised to me.

The true gift of this present.

I whimpered, realizing…

I was begging to bleed for him.

“I am yours, Asher Ballard,” I said.

It was a whispered promise as sure as the branding itself.

He growled, his erection pumping with need as he laid down the blade. He picked me up, pulling me onto his lap, his feet underneath his ass, propping us up.

I was so wet I slipped over his cock so perfectly. It was like a glove. He fucked me without abandon, a wild animal, savage and hungry.

He grabbed one of the candles, lifting it above my chest as I rode him, tipping it onto my cuts and sealing them with the fiery seal. I panted, trying to keep up with his blinding pace. My hips rocked back-and-forth, the candles falling over, wax spilling all over us as it fell and splashed us with waves of heated seals.

My blood was smeared onto him, our bodies a path of way with battles won and scars earned. We had lived such hard lives in such different ways.

I looked at Asher, his beautiful body covered in so many of those memories. They were etched in his skin by his own hand, stories and pain branding him as sure as my scars branded me.

I pulled his head toward me, capturing his lips in mine, slowing down the rhythm, and reaching over for the knife.

“Even with your life on the line, you never once broke,” I said, my orgasm so close I could feel the tightness in my stomach and the throbbing in my clit.

I ground down on him harder, running the blade’s sharp belly onto his chest, a patch of skin that was untouched.

“No one has ever wanted me.” He grunted, accepting my slice and hissing through his teeth when I licked the pool of red. “I am unbreakable.”

I sucked the wound harder, raking my nails down his sides and creating more bloody pinpricks. I spun the cutting angle into his skin, etching a name.

He panted, gripping my hips and slamming me up and down like I weighed nothing, pounding into me so hard I felt every fucking inch he’d warned he’d take.

“Fuck!” I gasped, trying to catch my breath and rolling my pelvis to adjust to fit him all.

“You do now.” I moaned, admiring my handy work and turning it onto myself to write an A.

He raised a brow, and I showed him the name in the knife’s reflection.

Echo.

“You’re wrong, Pretty Boy,” I said, and a tear escaped from his beautiful eyes.

“I want you. Now, and until you annoy me enough to kill you again.” He smiled, chuckling, and then a wicked look took over.

He brushed the back of his hand over his eyes and threw me on my back. He was leaning over me, his cock teasing my entrance. I whimpered, wanting him back, needing him to bring me over the edge.

He grabbed the dagger from me, dragging its biting tip over my clit. I stilled, the sensation so dangerous my breath caught.

He pushed into me.

“One,” he said, circling the point around my lips.

“Two.” Pushing forward he growled.

“What are you…” I stopped when he pushed forward.

“Three, four.”

I was dumbfounded, the thickness of his shaft making me dizzy. He was…counting each inch.

“Five,” he continued, bringing the knife up to my nipples, letting it loosely trail over the peaked hardened buds.

I yipped, the pleasure and pain overwhelming.

“Six, seven,” he teased, dragging that blade over my lips, making me lick the slippery wetness from the edge.

I felt the fullness in my stomach.

“Eight, nine.”

He was a cocky motherfucker.

His grin at me, panting because of him at this angle, was unfair. The blade was spun around to the handle, and he stuck it in my mouth. It left my lips dripping with saliva, and he smiled with a dark edge playing in his eyes.

I started to ask what he was up to, but then I felt it. He slammed into my pussy, while working the handle of the knife into my ass. I screamed. The absolute fullness bursting me like a dam.

“Good girl,” he said, on the edge of a growl. “Such a good fucking girl to take me so well. Letting me fill those delicious holes.”

He was thrusting into my core while fucking me with the handle in my asshole.

“You break so beautifully, Little Wraith. Ten inches.”

His hand was bloody, the sharp cutting edge the side he gripped.

“And a half. Holy fuck, you are squeezing me. That’s right, make come so fucking deep inside you. I want to be able to taste myself from your cunt for days.”

“Mmm….Yes, Asher. Holy fuck, Pretty Boy. Fucking come inside me. Fill me up. Please.”

He came hard, his blood coating my pussy and creating a lubrication of our come and blood mixing as one.

We were one.

I belonged to him.

He belonged to me.

I was dripping with his come so deep inside me.

“As promised.” He winked, catching his breath and going between my legs.

I looked at him. His sinful tongue licked up all of the come that tried to escape my body.

“Good boy,” I teased on a whimper, leaning back and letting him make good on his delicious promises.