Page 59 of Mara
I kept her held down firmly to the ground and moved my body over her cunt.
Those panties were soaked red in seconds, and I licked the satin fabric, swiping my tongue over her sensitive clit.
She writhed under me, fighting but still moaning.
“You’re insane,” she whimpered, staring down, watching as I licked my own blood off her body.
I ran my hand over my chest, collecting more of that dark liquid. When my hand was covered and the stinging became a dull ache, I used my teeth to pull the flimsy fabric off of her.
She hit me repeatedly, her flailing arms leaving bruises, while her legs were trapped.
My hands had become too busy to care.
I used my blood to coat her pussy, the slippery liquid acting as the perfect lubrication to fuck her cunt with the hilt of my blade.
Her screams of rage and fear fell as I pushed the knife’s hilt into her, turned to a rhythmic cadence of ecstasy and abandon.
Her dainty hands were wrapped in my blond locks, guiding my head to her needy hole.
“Oh fuck! Jinx, you are insane and stupid. No…you are insane, and I’m fucking stupid. God, I’m stupid.”
I moaned, taking her clit into my mouth, nicking her with my teeth, and driving my fingers inside her, letting the digits explore deeper, the knife’s handle nearly disappearing inside her.
Her ability to form words was gone, and I used that to my advantage, grinding my dick into the ground. The cold, muddy earth created a sort of bandage, cooling the sting on my shaft from her teeth.
I needed a hazmat suit after this.
“You wanted me to bleed for you, Nirvana,” I reminded her, letting my moans vibrate off her flesh.
“My pain is your pleasure, you filthy fucking slut. How can you call me insane when you’re the one about to come all over my tongue from getting fucked in the blood you created?”
My husky tone and growled words brought her over the edge. Her body convulsed and all but lifted off the ground. She looked like she was being exorcised. The stupid smile on my face kept growing wider.
She is just as unhinged as I am.
I pulled the blade out of her dripping cunt, making sure she watched me lick it clean. Her gaze was back to bouncing around, uncertainty rising in her features.
“What now? You caught me…claimed your prize. What do you want now, Bonehead?”
I ran my hand over my chest again, reaching forward to cover her plump lips like a red. She watched me cautiously, her lips parting as the droplets ran down her chin.
I wanted to claim her. I wanted to bite her lips so hard until her blood met my own. I wanted to taste us together, feel the heat in the crimson waves of her pulsing heart. I wanted her dead beneath me.
She was waiting for an answer. I spun the knife in between my fingers and let it fall into my palm again.
I brought my hand down and let the very tip of the blade trail over the tan skin of her thigh, light as a feather, barely even leaving a mark in its wake.
“Next,” I growled, pushing ever so slightly but enough to see a drop of red bead on her leg.
“I want myturn. I want to split open your skin and bathe in every fucking droplet of your life.”
She gasped and I tsked at her, already feeling her jerk to get away from me.
“But,” I countered. “I will have to settle for carving my name into this gorgeous body of yours. A reminder of who you belong to.”
She continued to kick her legs and smash her fists into my sides.
“Make no mistake, Mara. You may fight me at every turn with your pathetic jabs, but your cunt has always sung for my cock.”
