Page 95 of A Midnight Romance
I pull my lip between my teeth and pull down his zipper just as his pulsating dick springs out. With my palm wet with my blood, I slide it along his shaft.
“Fuck,” he groans.
Squeezing tighter around the base, I let my hand coat every inch of his ribbed skin.
River’s body falls into me, the sound of crinkling plastic in my ears. Pushed against the chilly bathroom mirror, I free my other hand to continue rolling up and back down his length. As his dick stiffens in my grasp, River’s shoulders tense.
“Come for me, River.” I say continuing to stroke him.
“You are wild and beautiful, you know that?” he says into the sensitive skin behind my ear.
I move my head to the side, capturing his darkened eyes. “It’s because of you. You bring it out of me”
“You do that all on your own.” With one hand, he grips both of my wrists and pins them above my head against the mirror while he uses his free hand, shoving it down the front of my pants. Then gives them a quick tug. I use my hips to shimmy both articles of clothing down, but without warning, River thrusts his red-coated dick into me.
“Oh god.” My head falls back.
His movements are fast and erratic right off the bat, like he’s craving me just as much as I am craving him. With every roll of his hips, my pussy clenches around him, as if not wanting to let him go.
“River,” I moan.
Thrust.
“My blood is everywhere.”
Thrust.
“I know,” he responds with a distant smoothness in his tone. “And it’s fucking beautiful.”
His words cause a deep groan from somewhere in my body—I’m not sure where, but it’s raw. The lower half of my body hums as tingles inch their way up my spine as a climax builds.
Thrust.
Suddenly, he lets go of my wrists and snakes one arm through my hair, gripping the back of my head.
“Look at us, Raven.” He tilts my head, giving me a full view of the scarlet mess covering where we’re joined.
My eyes roll with pleasure but I snap them back as I feel his stomach muscles tighten from underneath his bunched-up hoodie. He’s about to finish, and so am I.
With one last powerful dip of his hips, my most sensitive spot gets sent over the edge. Panting, he releases my hair and collapses into me afterwards. With my limbs trembling, I thread my fingers through his longer on top strands and hold him tighter into my chest.
“This place is going to be a bitch to clean up,” he comments, which make us both laugh.
River’s hard body slides down mine until his lips are back on the sensitive area between my legs. “Wejusthad sex for the second time.”
A short time after River and I had sex in the bathroom of the house we killed Duncan in, the guys returned to clean up. We made the drive back to Thompson Manor together, where River bandaged up my hand and then we spent all day in his bed.
Stevie was just leaving for work as we returned. I wasn’t in the mood to give her a complete rundown of the night, so I sent her a quick text saying I’d be in River’s room and I’d see her later after she was done work.
“What can I say, I can’t get enough of you,” he mumbles into the soft skin beside my pussy. His warm tongue slides over, lapping up everything when he made me come minutes ago.
I giggle, enjoying every moment of pure euphoria. Killing and then fucking is a high I’ve never experienced. His cock makes me feral, desperate—and I don’t recognize myself.
“God, you taste good,” he mutters. He darts his tongue inside me, then takes a generous lick from back to front. My stomach drops, and my eyelids flutter closed. “Feed me again, Lux. I’m craving everything that comes out of you.”
Letting my legs fall to each side, I give him exactly what he wants—full access to all of me. A tight moan escapes, as I drift back into oblivion, but a beep from the intercom rips me back to reality.
River flips the blankets up, his mouth wet and shiny. “Ignore it.”
