Page 65 of Tainted Blood

I could stop... I should stop.... But I don’t. Instead, we hold each other’s gazes, as I keep up the fierce tempo, continuing to fuck her with my tongue and fingers as she tips her head back and clenches the white pillowcase.

“What are you doing?” she rasps out, lust flushing her cheeks like burning embers.

“Enjoying my breakfast.”

“We shouldn’t…” She bites her lip, her head rolling back again. “Last night was—”

“Not enough.” I punctuate my words with a graze of my teeth to her clit, forcing a cry from her throat. “Come for me.” My order is rough and unforgiving. “I want my fucking name on your lips, muñequita. I want it to shatter these walls, and brand every single one of your thoughts.”

“I have to leave,” she whimpers.

“Then if I can’t have your time, I’ll take your pussy, right here, right now.” My voice pitches low and savage. “When I let you go, it’s going to be with the taste of you in my mouth.”

In response, she arches her back and widens her legs for me, her fingers threading a tighter grip through my hair.

“I need you.”

“Goddamn right, you do.” Her confession does something raw and primal to me. Two fingers become three as I make a stunning mess of her pussy.

“Shit!”

Her cries are like a sinner’s prayer to my ears. I welcome the pain as she fists my hair and twists, grinding herself against my face, until she’s chasing the sunrise that’s beating down on my back.

I watch her climax cresting, and then mercilessly drive her into it.

“Santi!” she screams, coming so hard around my fingers, I can feel her spasming. When her juices gush, I lap up every drop.

She’s still gasping for air when I climb to my knees, my cock heavy and leaking pre-cum. Those hooded eyes watch as I fist the root, giving it a few savage strokes.

“Dios mío, Thalia, do you see what you do to me? Every fucking time.” My groan is almost feral. This craving is too strong. I hold her stare as I work my cock harder…faster... Desperate for relief. Desperate to mark her. “This is all you, muñequita. Your scent, your voice, your touch…” The pressure at the base of my spine erupts as my balls tighten. “Fuck!”

A rush of blood blazes beneath my skin. Every vein in my body pulses her name. Thalia catalogues every move, not saying a word, spreading her pussy lips for me and arching upward to tease me right back.

It’s too much. I groan out my release through clenched teeth, pumping thick ropes of cum all over her inner thighs and swollen cunt.

When my vision clears, I find her dragging her finger through my cum and smearing it into the scars on her body.

“In that maze, Spader had a knife.”

I pause. She’s opening a door for me. I’m afraid a single breath will slam it shut again.

“He cut the straps to my dress,” she continues, her gaze lifting, watching warily for my reaction. “He sliced my skin, and then that arrow…”

Her next words catch in a sob, making my chest ache.

I can feel her pain.

Help me, Santi.

I can smell her blood.

Save me, Santi.

“Monroe is dead, muñequita.” Caging her with my body, I take her jaw between my fingers to drag her above the surface of those dark waters. “He can’t hurt you anymore.”

She pulls away sharply. “That’s the thing. He can. He still is. Every scar I have is because of him. Of both of them.”

“Tell me what you need.” I say, hearing her plea. “Say the word, and I’ll give it to you. If I don't have it, then I’ll steal it.” I’ll kill and raze the world for you. “Just tell me.”

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