Page 65 of House of Crimson Hearts
She snarls against my pussy and roughly shoves a third finger inside me. My head rolls back till it hits the wall. My hands sear with every thrust she makes, the continuous grinding of bone and tissue as it tries and fails to heal against the stake.
The pressure from her fingers filling me and sliding in and out over and over makes me want to come apart. I moan in time to her thrusts as she curls her fingers and rubs just in the right spot. Her tongue licks and laps at my pussy as if she were starved.
I whimper her name when my walls clamp with a rising orgasm. She pumps her fingers into me harder and harder until my back rocks against the wall and my hands shift against the stakes, the searing pain radiating down my arms, mixing with the pleasure of her mouth on my clit, I can’t take it. I’m going to crash over the edge.
She thrusts once more, a second time, and then I fall into bliss.
The instant I come, Red calms. She pulls her fingers out and kisses my clit with a tenderness I didn’t think she was capable of.
Slowly, she presses my hand against the wall and then waits for me to say I’m ready. I nod and she pulls one stake out. It stings like a bitch, but in a single heartbeat, the wound begins to mat itself back together and heal over.
She waits for me to nod again and then tugs the other stake out. By the time I’ve pulled my trousers on, both my palms are already healed.
I start to leave, but Red stops me with a hand on my wrist.
“Wait,” she says.
I frown. “What’s?—”
She pulls me into her arms and forces me to the floor. Her back rests against the wall and her arms are around me. It’s ridiculous really, I’m far taller than her, but I get it. She needs to take care of me after what she did, after that scene, it’s her duty to make sure I’m okay.
I twist and lean back, cradled in her arms instead of having my back to her chest, then I reach up and push some of her shaggy locks behind her ear.
“You don’t need to—” Her finger over my lips silences me.
“I do still dislike you,” she breathes.
“Not hate anymore?”
She gives me a glare that makes me smirk.
“But what we just… it’s not like me to be like that… I need to get the addiction under control. I don’t want to be that person.”
I lean in, brush another lock away from her forehead and then place a kiss on it.
“You asked my safe word, you’re looking after me now. But… I pushed you, I wanted to see how far you’d go.”
“You don’t need to take responsibility…”
“Actually… I really do. You have no idea what I’ve done.”
She frowns at me. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
This is my chance, my opening. I could tell her… But what do I say? Where do I start? And what happens if we’re on opposite teams and she uses it all against me to win? I can’t take the risk. Not yet.
“Nothing, just vampire shit,” I say. “Speaking of which, you don’t get to feel bad about the stakes. If only you knew how much I get off on a little bit of pain. I’m a vampire, we like things, well, a little more.”
That makes a soft smile appear amid her concern. She leans closer and then hesitates.
“I think I want to kiss you.”
“You fuck me like you hate me and now you want to kiss me like you love me?”
“Don’t push your luck, Beaumont.”
I laugh.
She smiles against my lips, and it is the most tender caress I’ve ever had. For the first time in my life, my stomach flutters, the twirling ballerina dance of adrenaline spiking in my belly, and I wonder if this is what they mean in fairy tales.
