Echoes (Dance with My Demons #2)

17. Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Grey

Avery's soft pink lips part, her eyes wide as she stares up at me in utter disbelief. It's as if she's still trying to grasp the reality that I'm here with her, our bodies pressed together.

"Yours?" she breathes out, a hint of desperation to her tone.

Fuck, I've missed her. I've missed the way she craves my touch, the way she silently begs for my approval.

I'm trying hard to hold onto my control, but it's difficult. The feeling of our bodies together is blinding, like we're made to be as one.

Her torso shifts underneath me as she attempts to push herself even closer. There's no room, not a single inch of space, but it's still not enough for me either. The animal inside of me wants to destroy her in all the best ways possible.

Black hair splays out around her, and I stop for a moment, taking her all in. These past few days were the longest of my life, and now, I need to direct that built-up frustration somewhere.

There's still many conversations to be had—with Avery, with Damon… and with Ashwood . But right now, the only thing that matters is beneath me, wiggling against my growing cock.

I reach out, wrapping my fingers around her neck. My black-painted nails match the color of her hair perfectly and I let out a little smirk.

Avery doesn't seem fazed at all with my hand around her throat. Despite tightening my fingers around her delicate skin, her eyes still dance up at me, sparkling with the same lust and longing that I have ripping me apart.

"I'm sick of being angry at you," I growl in a low voice, squeezing her neck. "I don't want to do it anymore."

She nods. "Then don't," she croaks out, and the sound of her broken, breathless voice sends me spiraling.

Sitting up, I hastily pull my shirt over my head, throwing it onto the floor. I shove her own shirt up, grabbing her tits through the gray bra. Avery moans, immediately arching her back and pressing her chest into my hands further.

I pull the cups down, freeing her tits before tugging on her pink nipples with my fingers.

More moans.

The sound is everything to me, but it's not enough. I need to hear her scream.

I want her to scream so loud that her vocal chords are hoarse and husky tomorrow. If she has to be in that cunt's office, I want him to connect the dots—realizing that I've fucked her harder than he's ever fucked anyone in his entire life with his pin-dick.

How dare he try to keep her away from me?

I'm going to take that shiny letter opener on his desk, spit on it, and ram it into his eye socket if he tries to punish her again.

Leaning down, I cover her nipple with my mouth, swishing my tongue around the taut peak. When Avery whimpers, I bite it, her gasp sending an electric shock straight down to my hard cock.

It's unbearable, and the only solution is to be buried inside her tight little cunt right this very second. Standing up, I kick my pants off, gripping my shaft in my fist.

Avery looks up from the bed, cheeks flushed as she quickly pulls her displaced shirt and bra off.

" Slowly slide your shorts off," I demand, stroking my length.

I see her face redden again, but she complies, lifting her hips as she pushes her shorts and underwear over her thighs and down her legs.

As she goes to sit up, I stop her. "Spread your legs," I order. Steadily, to her credit, she parts her knees, showing me her wet cunt.

My breath hitches at the sight of her, eyes darkening as I stare at her closely.

"Touch yourself—like how I touch you."

For a split second, she looks stunned, hand slowly trailing down her stomach to the apex of her thighs. Her index and middle finger part her pussy, dipping in to find her clit. As she connects, her expression drops, mouth opening with pleasure as she runs her fingers in a lazy circle.

She looks fucking perfect.

It makes me want to rip her into tiny pieces just so I can put her back together again.

I drop to my knees by the edge of the bed to get a closer look. Her knees shake as she forces herself to keep them open.

She better not close them on me.

"Finger fuck your pretty pussy for me, little killer," I groan, fisting my cock. "I want to see how wet you are for me."

Avery nods, biting her lip as she dips lower, sinking her fingers into her body. This close to her, I can smell her arousal, the sweet scent calling my name.

She's wet because of me. Right now… she is with me.

I struggle to grasp the fact that someone else makes her wet too, but I remind myself that this is for me right now. Her cunt glistens, beckoning me, and when she lets out a moan again, I snap.

Wrapping my arms around her knees, I rip her toward me, burying my face into her cunt. My tongue laps at her clit while her wet fingers lay forgotten on her thighs.

The mark on her thigh has stopped bleeding, but blood is smeared over her skin, making the words look like they have a neon glow. I run my tongue over the letters, tracing them as I slide my fingers into her eager body.

Avery rests her hand on the top of my head, pulling my hair into her fist. I growl against her thigh, the vibrations making her shiver.

I fuck her with my fingers rapidly, watching the expression on her face as she cries out with pleasure.

"Say my name," I grunt, feeling her cunt tighten around my fingers as her orgasm approaches. "Look at me and scream my fucking name."

Her eyes find mine, and when she sees me staring back at her, a loud cry falls from her lips, my name ripping from her throat. She spasms around my fingers but I don't ease up with my pace, the palm of my hand slapping against her skin.

As her moans start to fade, I pounce from the ground, covering her with my body. I don't give her a moment to catch her breath, slamming my cock into her still-pulsating cunt.

"Fuck!" she yells, throwing her head back. I groan—from her cursing and the feel of her squeezing my length.

My balls slap against her ass as I pound her mercilessly, Damon's bed rocking. I slap my hand on the wall behind the head of the bed to steady myself as Avery slides up the sheets from the force of our hips meeting.

" Who. Do. You. Belong. To ?" I ask her between thrusts.

"You," she breathes out. "You, Grey."

"Damn fucking right," I growl in response, impaling her deep.

Avery reaches for my arms, digging her nails in as she tries to seek out some stability. I fuck her harder in retaliation, the bolts securing the bed to the floor snapping before the sound of metal on concrete screeches around the room.

I bunch up her hair in my fist, pulling her forward slightly for a kiss. She parts her lips automatically for my tongue, moaning into my mouth.

I spot something reflective on the bed by her leg, my hand letting go of her hair to pick up the razor blade. While fucking her perfect body, I drag the blade down the center of my chest, making a small cut. Blood rolls down between my pecs, dripping onto my stomach. I grab Avery's hand, positioning it over my chest.

Still fucking her, I press her finger into the cut, feeling the skin rip as the tip of her finger tears it. The pain is magical—burning, aching, fiery. It's everything that I need. I need her to hurt me as much as I hurt her.

"This is what you do to me," I breathe out, growling as her finger presses into my flesh harder. "You tear me apart from the inside out in the best fucking ways possible. You make me kill for you, you make me want to die for you. I'll burn this whole place down to ashes and paint you with them like the muse you are."

A tear slips down her cheek, but the faint smile on her face indicates that it's not pain causing it.

"I love you so much," she whispers.

Letting go of her hand, I reach for her clit, running my bloodied fingers over it. "Prove it. Come for me, my little killer. "

Avery's gray eyes widen momentarily, before squeezing shut, the unmistakable tensing getting stronger. Her cunt squeezes around me, screams falling from her lips.

I fuck her through her climax, wiping blood over her pelvic bone. The sight of her covered in our mixed blood awakens something in me, an animalistic throaty growl ripping loudly from me as I thrust into her hard, falling over the edge as I spill inside her.

Not pulling out yet, I cup the nape of her neck, bringing her head up to kiss her swollen lips. I grip her face with my other hand, still buried in her.

"I meant what I said," I whisper to her between kisses. "I'll kill Whittingham. You tell me if he pulls any bullshit on you tomorrow."

Avery nods, brushing her forehead against mine. "Okay."

Reluctantly, I pull back, separating us. I know Damon will be back soon, and it's getting late. If I don't let her get some sleep, it will make things harder for her.

I don't want to let her go though. The thought of her going back to her room alone makes me want to rip heads off shoulders.

Reaching for her underwear and shorts, I slide them back over her legs, placing soft kisses along the inside of her thigh. After helping her with her shirt and bra, I pull my own clothes back on, noticing the red stains tarnishing the gray material.

Avery stands up from the bed, looking around. "Shit. Damon's bed," she mumbles in a panic.

My eyes look over the broken bolts, the sheets covered in sweat and blood. Shrugging, I give her a small smirk. "Don't worry about it."

"Is he going to be mad?" she asks hesitantly.

"No," I say confidently. "Now, eat something."

She looks at the fallen, forgotten candy bar, cheeks red before she makes her way to the drawer to grab a new snack.

Pulling the knife out of the wall, I twirl it around, watching her carefully. Her expression changes instantly when the chocolate reaches her mouth, a look of pure happiness.

It's everything.

The access pad outside the room beeps a few minutes later, the door swinging open to reveal Damon. He looks at me casually, then to Avery, before glancing unbothered at the bed.

"She needs to go back to her room now," he says to me, dropping a manila envelope on his desk.

I give a stern nod, holding my hand out for her. She takes it, squeezing my lacerated palm before giving Damon a quick smile of appreciation. It's surreal to witness, but I understand. No doubt he'll have some words for me when I get back, but to her, what he did means something.

I know there are reasons behind it, but still, it's the first time in days I've been able to think clearly. I'm thankful too, no matter what the price is.