Page 144 of Cursed Lifeline

The creek opens to a river that rapidly rushes through boulders and violently crashes against jagged rocks. Not hesitating, I plunge in immediately. As I wade out, the water rushes up to my waist and I start to anxiously swim my way to the other side. Sharp gravel pierces my bare feet, and I curse myself for taking off my shoes. My dress starts to slow me down, so I reach behind me and unzip it, then shimmy out until all that’s covering my body is the sheer slip I wore underneath.

Movement in palm trees overhead catches my attention. An eerie shadow casts over the riverbank, and I rush quickly to make my way out of the water once I reach the other side. My body shivers from the ice-cold river, making it almost impossible to force myself to keep moving. With chattering teeth, I push myself to keep the pace I started out with and rush down a path to my right.

The air becomes thick and static. It closes in until I can barely breathe. Fearful, I look over my right shoulder, then my left, which unfortunately causes me to lose focus. A moment later, my right foot comes down awkwardly, and I lose balance and trip over a log. I hit the ground with a thud. Looking down, I wince when I take in my cut knee. My fingertips brush over the maimed skin that’s red, swollen, and oozing blood as the wind wrestles the leaves of the trees overhead.

I stand quickly. Before I can run, a brutal force sucks my next breath away as my back is sharply pressed into the bark of a large tree.

“You took me on a surprising chase this time, baby,” he growls.

Training with Felix these last few weeks has been intense, and I can’t tell if I am shivering from the cold or the look in his eyes as he glances down and sees I’ve tripped and cut my knee when I fell a few feet back on the rough terrain. Not only that, but when I took time to inspect the wound, it gave him an advantage and is inevitably why he was able to gain on me and win tonight's chase. Picking up my hand, he brings my ?ngers to his face, closes his eyes, then groans from the scent of my blood.

He smiles and I know I’m in trouble.

“You need to be punished for this,” he threatens.

Before I can respond, he pulls me off the tree and forces me to the ground. Straddling my hips, forcing my arms inside his legs, he holds me hostage by my neck and makes it impossible to break free. Keeping a tight grip around my throat, he pulls a knife from his pocket. I start to speak, but he tightens his grasp and forces my silence. His eyes ?ll with heated mischief. Backing away, he licks his lips and starts to lower his mouth to my body. As he kisses the cut on my shin, I close my eyes and shiver.

“Training is done for the day,” he growls.

Rising up my frame, he gathers the fabric of my slip in his palm and sharply cuts it in half. As the ripped fabric falls against my chest, he slowly cuts a line down the middle, exposing myself to him. The coolness of the desert air hits my nipples seconds before his mouth quickly covers them. The sensation makes me want to gasp out with pleasure, but I can’t, not with his hand still wrapped securely around my neck. He takes his time swirling his tongue around my right nipple, then pleasures the left.

The tip of the knife he used to cut away my slip rests threateningly against the inside of my thigh. My legs part and he continues to trail the sharp object further up my quivering skin, then brushes the tip across my swollen clit. My hips slowly buck upward with need. Stealthy rotating the weapon in his grasp, he’s careful not to cut me and slowly inserts the but of the knife inside my pussy. He lightly releases the grip on my throat and I purr from the dangerous high he’s milking from my body. Slowly, deliberately, he pleasures me with the butt of the knife. My hips thrust downward, wanting deeper penetration.

“Fuck, you love danger, don’t you, baby,” he growls as my thighs shake.

He fucks me a few more times with the butt of the blade, before he slowly pulls it from my pussy. The hand that holds his knife quickly reaches over my head and sticks it sharply into the ground beside my left ear. I try to scream, but he tightens his palm around my throat and stops me, only allowing me room to breathe when he knows I will behave.

To my surprise, the wetness between my thighs grows.

His lips ?nd my lower stomach and he places soft kisses above my center.

“Baby,” he groans, “the only thing sweeter than the blood running through your veins is the wetness coating your thick, delicious thighs.”

His tongue ?nds the curve of my pelvis and I bite my bottom lip. He begins to trail his mouth lower until he licks up my slit, and parts me with a powerful caress that sends my hips thrashing off the forest ?oor.

Felix tightens his grip around my throat, forcing me to gag on the moan that desperately wishes to break free. Darkness creeps closer as he continues to cut off my oxygen supply. I lower my ass just as he blows against my swollen ?esh. When it’s evident I will behave, he releases his grasp and allows me to suck in a large lungful of air.

Our eyes lock as he licks his lips and growls, “Do you trust me?”

With his mouth positioned between my thighs, I’m inclined to trust anything he’d want to do to me. Especially if it meant he took me to a place only he can. Where darkness meets light, death meets life, and everything else fades away except the two of us.

I nod just before he starts licking, sucking, and fucking me with two ?ngers. I lose myself in the sensation. I’m not sure how much time has passed, but just as my center starts to clench down, so does his hand around my throat, and I startle. My desire fades. My eyes grow wide as I struggle a little to get out of his grasp.

“Calm down, baby,” he grits out, sticking a third ?nger inside me harshly. He rises, leans over my trembling frame, and slowly licks my lips. I taste myself there and instantly start to settle.

He pulls his ?ngers from inside me, brushes them gently across the cut on my knee, places them in between his lips, and releases a deep growl of pleasure. My legs spread wider just as his tongue plunges into my mouth and he kisses me deeply. He parts me slowly, then caresses me in such a gentle way my climax immediately builds to a tempting crest I desperately want to fall over the edge of.

“You're so wet,” he growls, breaking our kiss. “So responsive.”

Lowering himself down my frame, his tongue ?nds my core. Lightly, he releases the hold he has around my neck and allows me the pleasure of moaning into the night.

“Fuck, Felix. Don’t stop, please. I beg you...” but my voice is cut off as he starts to choke me again.

He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I attempt to release a light scream. My throat burns with want, with need, with the desire to tell him how much I love whatever this is. With a pop, he releases my clit and smiles.

“The sounds you make are addictive,” he growls. “But, baby, this time, when your pussy cums, I won’t give you the luxury of screaming my name.”

His grip around my throat painfully tightens as he sucks down harder. The sensation of being robbed of air oddly makes me focus on only one thing, the way he’s making me feel between my thighs. Every time I try to breathe deep, my climax builds. He feels it and releases a deep groan against my clit before sucking, licking, thrusting his ?ngers quicker, faster while adding more pressure to my neck.

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