Page 63 of Freckles

CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE

KINCAID

My reflexes kick in,knocking her hands aside so the blade plunges into the flesh of my upper arm, missing my chest.

Andfuck,it hurts. The wound is pure fire.

Without thinking, I tug the knife free and throw it on the floor.

Blood gushes from the injury, making my stomach churn until the pain recedes. Francesca scrambles to get away and I grab her with both hands, ignoring the trail of heat from my left arm. “Keep going.”

Her pale face turns to mine, a stunned look in her eyes. “Wh-what?”

“I said, keep going.” I thrust up into her, and she slowly gets the idea, resuming the tentative movements that clouded my judgement. “You feel so good, riding me. Don’t stop.”

With my bad arm circling her waist, I swipe my fingers across the wound, gathering blood before I push my fingers into her mouth.

And she takes them.

Not just takes them, she sucks them, holding them steady while her tongue licks them clean, a lollipop of gore.

“That’s it, Freckles,” I mutter, and I’m ready to explode. “Ride me like a fucking cowgirl.”

The sight of her obeying, every thrust moving deeper, is a rapture for my twisted soul. Nothing has ever been as vivid, as engulfing as the need that overtakes my common sense. She’s perfect. More perfect than I ever imagined.

This is a girl I could tell my truth to and never have to worry that she’d turn her face in dismay.

I grasp her tighter, turning so her back is flat on the mattress, drops of crimson falling onto her chest, the same colour like lipstick around her greedy mouth. Her green eyes darken in contrast, fire crackling in her long hair.

“Are you ready?”

Her lips rise to claim mine, the answer in the salty iron tang of her tongue. In the wet warmth of her tight cunt, gripping until my balls tighten, my dick twitches, and my seed explodes high into her waiting body. Convulsions shudder through me as I drench her insides with my cum.

Even spent, my cock barely softens and I leave it inside her, taking her with me as I roll onto my back, her weight the perfect pressure against my chest.

When I flex my dick, she laughs, lifting her head to examine me, reading my expression with as much intensity as I read hers.

My blood has smeared across her chest, and I drag my fingertip through, pushing it into her mouth, brain humming at her suction. Thoughts flicker behind her eyes. Her body grows tenser as her eyes trace the damage, perhaps fearing repercussions.

“I suppose it’s only fair,” I whisper, “that since I made you bleed last time, you get to do the same.”

Her laugh comes easier this time, reaching her eyes. I lose myself in her freckles, the endless galaxies painted on her skin.

“Aren’t you going to fetch me a Band-Aid?” I tease.

“Thought I’d wait to see if you’d finished.”

She props herself on her elbows, hair trailing across my face, tickling as it hides us in a long curtain.

Her cunt squeezes me, and my dick responds, growing harder, insisting on a round two. “If this is what a bit of blood play gets me, you have permission to stab me any time you want.”

I twist so we’re on our sides, still locked together, my movements languid as my satiated body slowly stirs, taking its time to recover.

My lips find hers, tasting the remnants of my blood in her mouth, savouring the flick of her tongue. I kiss further, licking along the curve of her throat, tasting the salty treat of her skin, the light sheen from her exertion as addictive as the rest of her.

“Where did you go today? Besides the pawn shop.”

There’s a slight hesitation. “I was at the clinic, getting birth control.”

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