Page 11 of Tainted Gifts
“You don’t have a choice now,” he murmurs through a restrained desire flooding him.
He’s right. The blood has already entered my mouth and there’s nothing left to do but heal. He took away my right to die by saving my life.
My blood bringers unsheathe, and his delicious breath hitches as they press down against his skin. I finally feel the break of the flesh on his shoulder as more of his divine nectar falls into my mouth, and then I feel his body between my legs as I bleed him, heal, and connect us all the more.
“Fuck,” he breathes as the frustrating desire builds to be almost excruciating.
Then his lips consume mine - his passion, lust, and desire filling me as he jerks my tattered clothes off. I’ve never felt so disconnected and connected at the same time. With Jase, this was so incredibly intimate, but this… this is just carnal, raw, and pretty fucking hot.
My shirt rips free from my body, and my hands feel the face I’ve never seen. There’s nothing about him that wouldn’t seem sexy under this spell right now. I start to pull off the blindfold, but he pins my hands beside my head.
I feel skin on skin as his bare body slides in closer to mine, between my legs, and my mouth waters as I feel the tip of his erection just barely out of reach.
“Let me see you,” I almost whisper through the painful desire that is in complete control.
“Not yet,” his salacious tone responds as his smiling lips find mine again.
I quiver as I lie there bare, exposed, and expectant. My heart pounds against my chest, and then my hips buck up involuntarily as I try to end the painful suspense.
Then I feel his body surging into mine, filling me. I gush out my breaths and moans in unison, and his lips cover mine again. It shouldn’t feel this good, but it does. It feels so incredible right now - his body inside mine, owning me in a way I never thought I'd let another - and my body curves to his as if it belongs there.
His breaths fall to my shoulder as he leans down, and then his powerful, ungodly force slams into me over and over to bring my own breaths out in girly grunts mingling with my ridiculously uncontrollable moans.
“Harder,” my rasp breath requests without my permission, and I feel his smile growing as he rips me up from the soft spot and throws me against the wall before slamming into me again.
His grunts grow louder with each powerful thrust, and he has to release his lips from mine as he cradles my hips at an unbelievably perfect angle. My head flops back, and my hands tangle in the ribbon-like strands of his hair. The face I can’t see presses against mine as our hybrid heat scorches the wall behind my body.
Each merciless thrust brings me closer to my release, and each girly cry I exude is almost his undoing. I clutch him tighter, my body curling into his arms, and then his lips find mine again. His tongue twists and plays with mine in the most intoxicating tango.
Then he grips my ass so tightly it hurts just the right amount before I scream out my release, and he thrusts in twice more before finding his own.
I gasp as I feel his body melding with mine in the most powerful way, and his ragged pants find my ear as I try to peek out from under my blindfold.
I hear him laugh while shaking his head, and he tugs it back into place - only offering me a glimpse of the perfectly golden skin on his shoulder.
“Really?” I grumble. “After what we just did, you’re still not going to tell me who you are?”
He laughs again, and then his lips find mine as the burn for closeness ensues. He smiles against the kiss, and I tilt my head curiously for the grin I can only feel.
“Why are you smiling?”
He just smiles bigger before withdrawing, and I feel us cross the threshold to another room while my legs stay tightly bound around him. His strong arms hold me in place as we make our way through the underground secret, and then I feel a wonderfully plush bed beneath me.
His body leaves mine for a second, and the painful loss of skin contact forces me to grunt out my pain.
“Shh,” he coos softly while pulling me back into his arms, and then I feel the blindfold falling free as my eyes squint in the dark.
I feel butterflies rush my stomach as the moment I’ve been waiting for finally falls into my lap. My night vision finally takes over, and I frown while letting out a disappointed breath when I see him wearing his red mask.
He smiles his beautiful, full-teeth-flashing grin while rolling his eyes - the only thing I can see through the half-mask.
“I told you you’re not ready to know who I am,” he teases, and then his lips lightly stroke mine to fill the need for closeness.
I wrap my body around him like ivy, and then I feel his smile again.
“Why am I not ready?”
“Because you’re just not. It’ll all make sense later. For now, just don’t leave my side. It’ll hurt both of us if you move too suddenly. A first blood fuck for two people is incredibly strong.”
