Page 69 of Cursed
The B takes longer. I carve each curve with deliberate care, my cock throbbing with each soft sound she makes. When I finish, I sit back to admire my work—LB—stark and red against her skin. Blood trickles down the curve of her breast.
I lean down and press my lips to the marks, tasting copper and salt. The metallic flavor floods my mouth as I kiss along the cuts, my tongue tracing each letter I’ve carved. Her blood marks my lips, and I’ve never felt more alive.
“Perfect,” I breathe.
My kisses move lower, across the soft swell of her breast, down to her stomach. Each inch of her is mine to explore, mineto claim. I take my time, savoring the taste of her skin, the way she arches toward my mouth despite the drugs in her system.
When I reach the apex of her thighs, I pause to look up at her face—peaceful in sedation, unaware of what’s happening. I spread her legs wider, positioning myself between them.
“Let’s see if your body remembers me,” I say, lowering my mouth to her center.
I lick a long, slow stripe through her folds, groaning at her taste. Even unconscious, she responds to me, growing slick against my tongue. I devour her, mapping every inch of her pussy with my mouth, claiming this part of her, too.
I play with her with my tongue, feeling her thighs tremble as her arousal coats my lips. My little butterfly, wings pinned to my mattress, body writhing under me.
I slide two fingers inside her, curling them against that spot that makes her back arch off the bed. Even sedated, she can’t fight the pleasure. Her walls clench around my fingers as I suck her clit between my lips, applying enough pressure to push her over the edge.
She comes with a soft, helpless moan, her body shuddering beneath my mouth. The sight of her—completely at my mercy, pleasure washing over her unconscious form—nearly undoes me. My cock throbs painfully against my zipper, demanding attention.
“Look what you do to me,” I growl, rising to my knees between her spread thighs.
I unbutton my pants, the rasp of my zipper loud in the quiet room. My cock springs free, hard and heavy in my hand. Precum beads at the tip as I stroke myself once, twice, looking down at her.
I lean forward, dragging the head of my cock through her slick folds. The contact sends electricity up my spine. I gather her wetness, coating myself in her arousal, sliding between herlips without entering her. The sight of my cock glistening with her come makes me groan.
“Mine,” I whisper, rubbing myself against her swollen clit. “Every fucking inch of you.”
I continue to slide against her, painting her with my precum as it mixes with her arousal. The temptation to thrust inside her unconscious body overwhelms me, the idea of her waking up with my dick in her cunt—where it belongs.
I can no longer hold back. The twenty-five hours away from her broke the last thread of restraint I had left.
“I’m taking what’s mine,” I growl.
With one brutal thrust, I bury myself to the hilt inside her. The sensation is exquisite—her cunt yields completely, wet and tight around my cock. I groan as her walls stretch to accommodate me, her body remembering what her mind can’t in this drugged state.
“Fuck, little butterfly,” I pant, withdrawing slowly before slamming back in. “This is where I belong.”
I establish a punishing rhythm, each thrust harder than the last. Her breasts bounce with the force of my movements, blood from my carved initials smearing across her skin. The sight drives me wild—my mark on her, my cock inside her, everything about her completely mine.
“I tried to be gentle during the Hunt,” I say between thrusts. “Tried to ease you into this. But you wanted the monster, didn’t you?”
Her body responds even while asleep, growing wetter around me as I pound into her. I grab her hips, lifting them off the bed to drive deeper, hitting that spot inside her that I know makes her fall apart.
“Wake up,” I command. “Wake up and feel what you do to me.”
As if obeying my command, her eyelids flutter. A small moan escapes her lips—different from before, more conscious. The sedative is wearing off. I increase my pace, determined to have her fully aware.
Her eyes snap open, widen suddenly, pupils dilated with confusion and the lingering effects of the drug. She gasps, body tensing around my invading cock as awareness floods her system.
“L-Landon?” she chokes out, voice raspy and disoriented.
I don’t slow my assault, driving into her harder as recognition dawns in her eyes. “There you are,” I growl, watching the haze of sedation give way to a state of shock. “Feel me inside you? This is what happens when you push me too far.”
Her hands fly up to my chest, whether to push me away or pull me closer, I don’t care. She’s awake now, conscious of every brutal thrust.
“Stop!” Sadie gasps. “Landon, stop!”
I don’t slow my rhythm, watching her face as confusion battles with arousal. Her pupils are still dilated from the sedative, but there’s a dark hunger there that mirrors my own.
