Page 82 of All Your Bloody Lies

“For once, I’m not sure what I should do to you,” I say as I remove my pants and boxers, kicking them out of the shower before closing the glass door and stepping toward her. “I don’t know if I should punish you for not letting me help so that you wouldn’t have been hurt.” My hand moves to the back of her neck, her head cranes to keep our gaze locked. She doesn’t even care that the water is spilling into them; she just keeps staring into my eyes. “I don’t know if I should leave this apartment and hunt down anyone that ever fucking laid a hand on you, even though you would hate me for doing it.”

My opposite hand comes to her cheek and starts scrubbing away the blood, only moving down to her neck and chest when I’ve been successful in removing it from her skin. “I don’t know if I should kiss you and thank the Gods themselves that you came here; came to me.”

Her eyes shift between mine, the pupils focusing so hard they are nearly too small to see.

“I’m a Gods damn idiot because I should know, but I don’t.”

“You are some sort of idiot, that’s for sure,” she says through a soft laugh, “Overthinking about what to do with me.” Her arms arearound my neck and she’s pulling me into a kiss before I can respond.

“Kai,” she breathes out into my mouth, “just clean me off and then take your little demon. I need to feed.”

My fingers lace through her hair, my arm moves around her waist to draw her body against mine in a desperate attempt to keep nothing between us.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” I whisper, a defiant pause in our kiss, only to reclaim her lips just as she smiles.

I reach up and grab the shower head to bring it close to her, letting the jet massage against her skin. Our lips never break apart, and she laces her fingers up and through my hair, daring me to contest that fact.

Unfortunately, I have to, “Needy I see,” I purr, and she rolls her eyes and puts her hands up. “So submissive for me.” I’m asking to get slapped, but I watch for it. Surprisingly it doesn’t come.

I don’t hesitate to begin moving the shower head around her, my fingers rubbing at her waist and stomach, drawing my fingers up her breast. My eyes try not to linger over her heart, where her skin and muscle are still exposed to the holes where the bullets went through. She’s got three, none of them hit the same mark.

“Stop,” she demands, “I’ll heal when I feed.”

I lift the shower head and spray her face, and as she tries to squirm away, I grab her around the waist. My lips move down to her shoulder, still marred from what I can only guess is a dog bite, possibly even a wolf.

I brush gently against the curve of her neck and whisper, “I’m admiring your body and how even under the most brutal of circumstances, you are still beautiful.”

Her heart thrusts against her chest, and I can hear the grumble she emits through closed lips. I’m sure she hates that, but who am I not to make her feel this way? She may try to pretend like it doesn’t affect her, but her body doesn’t lie.

As much as I’d like to try and fluster her, Iwon’t.

“Will you tell me how you did it?” I whisper and focus the water on her back while simultaneously running my hand over the curve of her ass.

She’s moving her hands up my arms and over my shoulders, “Yes, but it’s not dinner talk.” I slip my hand down her plump cheek, and lift her leg. “Kai… clean…” she gasps as I move the stream of water between her thighs, and tilt it upward.

“Everything is dinner talk with us.” I bite down on my tongue and slowly draw it across her open wound, just as her hips buck against me.

Her nails press against my skin, and she releases a moan, “You’re getting—ah!” I move it closer toward her clit, and she calls out, “Distracted!”

“It’s hard not to, plus, I’m just cleaning as you requested.” The blood lacing my tongue against her wound is slowly helping her body put itself back together. I can see the stitching of her muscle, and the pull of her porcelain skin knitting together.

She vibrates against me, which reminds me to move the shower head away. I put it up over her head, and she leans back, gracing me with a smirk and an eye-roll. “You’ll pay for that,” she murmurs, shaking her hair out.

I reach up and slip the shower head back into its holder, then drag her under the falling water. My fingers lace through her drenched hair while my other hand lifts her up from around her hips, her legs encircling me immediately. “Make me suffer, little demon.” Both of her hands cradle my face, and her smile is everything I’d chase to the ends of the world for.

She pushes her lips against mine roughly, my tongue welcoming hers. I move us against the wall, her bottom lip between my teeth as I suck and pull on it.

The feeling of her tight pussy squeezing my cock as I lower her onto me makes my head fall back. She’s as tight as the first time I took her and I groan through clenched teeth. I struggle against herresistance, pushing her so hard that she pierces my skin with her nails.

Fucking Vayl above, my body quivers against her, grabbing at her hips and holding her steady as I begin my rhythmic thrusts into her. I don’t know how to be gentle once I’m inside of her, and I know she doesn’t want me to. I bend, finding myself pushing her limits, the hilt of my cock finding comfort inside of her.

“Gods damn,” I breathe, “that’s it.” Her head hits the wall as she squirms at being completely filled, “Tell me how good it feels.”

She bites her lip and slowly looks back to me. I can see her layers peeling back, “Incredible,” she breathes, “you feel fucking incredible.” I want to drown her with pleasure and bring her back just to do it all over again. “I want more.” She uncurls her legs from around me and moves from my hold. I don’t want to stop her, and I’m glad I don’t, because she turns and leans slightly forward.

There’s no hesitation as I grab her hips, lifting her slightly from the ground, and filling her body with what she wants. Her toes are fighting to stay on the ground, but I’m more than happy to keep her held up. Which I do while destroying her perfect cunt with each motion. Her calls of pure bliss are euphoric, and my body is succumbing to hers. I want to fill her, but first I need to make her writhe and come all over what is hers.

I wrap my arm around her hips, holding tightly to her as I lift her completely from the floor and meld into her. I’m splitting her open and I just cannot get enough. She is my drug, and I’m overdosing every fucking second on her. If death was at the end of this, I would embrace the Reaper knowing she was the last thing that I had.

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