Page 52 of Blood and Magic
“Why not?” I nudged his forehead with mine. “The first time I ever masturbated, I thought of you.”
He glanced back up at me, eyes seeming to glow with the weight of my confession. Or perhaps that was the moonlight drifting in through the windows. It would be full in only a few days, so it radiated with a proud bright illumination that lit us both beautifully.
“I know you heard me the other night,” I said, rolling my hips against him, connecting me to his massive hard erection. He groaned and dropped his head, rocking his pelvis against mine. Pleasure burned through my molecules, amping up my excitement, causing more uninhibited words to tumble out of my mouth. “I was thinking about you then, too.”
“Baby, you’re killing me,” he said, continuing to grind his cock against my clit.
I moaned, and he caught it in his mouth, licking my lips as if the sound tasted like ambrosia. He kissed my jaw and down my throat, alternating between sucking and nibbling my skin. I couldn’t stand it, and I tilted my head to the side, granting him more access. I wanted him to bite me harder, to mark me, to show the world I belonged to him in every way imaginable, even if I didn’t understand where that impulse had come from. When my hands drifted toward his boxers again, he grabbed my wrists and held them above my head.
“If you stay just like this, I’ll get you off,” he murmured. “Can you be a good girl?”
I quickly nodded, forcing myself to stay in place while he drifted down my body, teasing me with his mouth, sampling my skin like I was an amuse-bouche he had all night to try. When he got to my breasts, he glanced up at me, seeming to ask if it was okay.
Nodding, I arched my back, bringing them closer to his face. He pulled down the cup of my bra and lapped over my nipple, and oh, the inferno inside me grew to scalding. I burned everywhere, not just where he touched. My skin burst into flames.
“Please. More,” I whimpered.
I didn’t know what was happening. I’d had lovers do this to me before, certainly, but this was more intense. Lightning shot across my skin, burrowing under my muscles, electrifying my bones. My heart raced, beating against my ribs like a hammer. I couldn’t think straight, and not just because of the alcohol, although that didn’t help.
No, something else had taken over, something new and savage.
“Baby, you’re burning up.” He went to the other breast, giving it the same torturous attention, sending a rush of passion straight to the junction between my legs. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
I writhed under him, trying to put more pressure between us. I wanted his cock inside me. No, I needed his cock inside me, and the urge became so overwhelming, I’d combust if it didn’t happen. “Please, Mill. Please.”
He continued his descent down my body, kissing my stomach, tucking his fingers under the waistband of my underwear, dragging them down my legs and off my feet. Then he sat back on his haunches and stared at me, his hands on his knees, his cheeks flushed with excitement. I pushed up on my elbows and watched as his gaze traveled down my body and back up again.
A small part of me grew self-conscious under his scrutiny, but this new side, the frenzied beast he’d unleashed in the woods, wouldn’t let me shrink away. I preened for him, arching back, relishing in his predatory stare. He was the Mill from my dreams manifested. He was the monster hunting me down, staring at me like he wanted to eat me whole.
“I like you like this.” I ran my foot up the center of his torso, stopping when I got to his shoulder so I could open my knees wider, giving him a better view. “Possessive. Unrestrained. Almost…hungry.”
“Absolutely starving.” He grinned and licked his lips, and I melted. He grabbed my ankle and kissed the inside of my calf, slowly working his way down my leg to my knee and the inside of my thigh. Every muscle shook, the weight of this reality finally taking its toll. After our brief rendezvous at the cliff, I never had any reason to think it would happen again. I thought it was just a fling, something he’d done to pass the time.
Now, I reveled in the truth: he wanted me. I wanted him. And nothing anyone could do would stop it. He took his time tasting me, kissing and worshipping the skin around my pussy, the inside of my thighs, the juncture at my hip bones, teasing me, drawing it out.
Something broke loose inside me, some previously fortified dam that finally crumbled under the stress of prolonged exposure. I bucked my pelvis toward him.
“Please,” I groaned, and the word came out lower and more demanding than I’d meant it, but Mill didn’t care. He placed his forearm over my hips, pinned me down, and speared through my skin with his tongue, lapping at my overheated skin.
“I told you last time that I planned to take my time,” he said. “I meant it. Hold still. Be good.”
The moan that poured over my lips came from the depths of my soul, and I relaxed against the mattress, curling into myself from the euphoria. This was beyond pleasure, even more intense than last week. This was sinful rapture. This was seventeen agonizing years culminating in one mind-blowing moment.
He nuzzled against me, sucking my clit like he was ravenous, like he couldn’t get enough of me. I tunneled my fingers into his hair, panting against the sensations in my blood. My world spun around me, but none of that mattered anymore because something mystical was happening, something I couldn’t explain.
My body burned, my skin shrank, and my blood boiled. The headache tormenting me for days now seemed close to nuclear, and as my ecstasy grew more intense, a new sensation took hold. That barbaric, animalistic part latched onto my heart and squeezed, surging up from deep down inside me.
I wanted to fight it, but I didn’t have a choice.
“Mill,” I managed to mutter, but he only intensified his ministrations, fucking me harder with his face, reaching up my body to massage one breast…and then the other. This added to the brutal outburst like a geyser at its breaking point, like a volcano pluming smoke in warning of its inevitable eruption. This was more than drunken sex with a man who had been such a massive part of my sexual awakening. This ran deeper, twisting around my soul, yanking something out of me that roared with ferocity.
I clenched my eyes shut and curled my fingers into fists around the blankets. My cunt seized with emptiness, painful in its want of Mill to fill it. It didn’t make sense, but logic seemed to have no place here anymore.
My body screamed. I needed and I longed and I wanted. I yearned for him in ways I couldn’t understand.
“Vermillion,” I whined, clenching my legs together when the pain became too much. I was boiling, like every part of my skin had been singed, like I had a fever I might never come down from. The only person in the world who could help me was him. The only person in the world I wanted was him. “Please. Please make me come.”
He sucked me harder, worked me faster, stuck one…then two fingers inside me to tip me over the edge. As my climax reached its pinnacle, all of my muscles seized, and anguished euphoria rushed through my veins. This wasn’t like last time, not at all. This was worse and infinitely better. The world had shifted on its axis, righting all of the wrongs that had ever happened. My pulse thundered, my breathing came in sharp, heavy pants, and when I crashed back into my body, Mill looked up at me from between my legs with the most satisfied smile I’d ever seen.
