Page 82 of Born into Madness
“Let me feel you come, Cyn.” I rest my other hand beside her head and hover over her while I keep working her clit. My thrusts are faster, harder, and when I know she’s only seconds away, I press my mouth to hers, wanting to kiss her while we both fall apart.
Her muffled screams of pleasure mix with my groans, and when I feel her pussy tighten around me, I stop resisting the orgasm that’s been pounding at the door. I let it in, opening myself up to it as I come harder than I ever have before. Her tight inner walls milk me of everything I have, but still I rut into her like a goddamn animal, unable to stop, unable to get enough. Her body trembles around mine, clinging to me like I’m herlifeline. My thrusts grow slower, small aftershocks of pleasure racing through me with every stroke, until breathless, I finally still and let my forehead rest against hers.
“I never want to leave your body.” I cup the back of her head and kiss her again. “I want to stay like this forever, you under me, me inside you, and not an inch of space between us.”
“I had no idea you were such a romantic,” she jokes as she drags her short nails up my spine in a long, teasing scratch that nearly makes my toes curl.
“And you’re the only one who will ever know,krovinka. You get the sweet stuff; everyone else gets the knife.”
“I still find it hard to see you like that, even though I literally saw you like that,” she says with a soft laugh.
“It’s not who I am with you,” I remind her.
Her voice is hesitant when she asks, “Have you always wanted to kill people?”
I sigh and rest on my forearms so I can keep myself inside her. I’m not going soft anytime soon. It makes no difference that I just came. I’m still fully aroused and wanting more, but I also know she has a right to know about me, to know who I really am.
“Yes,” I say, answering her honestly. “There’s always been something off with me. I’ve always known it, and my dad had suspicions but really noticed it when I was a teenager. I kept getting in fights at school, and I was finding it harder and harder to keep myself under control.”
“What did your dad do?”
Wrapping a strand of her hair around my finger, I say, “My dad has always taught me that family comes first, and it’s always to be protected, no matter what, so I never wanted to hurt anyone in my family. They were off limits in my mind, and I’ll always be grateful that that was the example he chose to give me from such a young age.”
Before I can say more, I get sidetracked by the shades of red in her hair. “Did you know I cut a lock of your hair while you were sleeping one night?”
“You did not,” she says, looking horrified at the idea.
Winking down at her, I say, “I did, a pretty big one. It took me a while, but I finally figured out how to braid it. I’ve been carrying it around in my pocket ever since.” Giving her hair a soft tug, I say, “I hope our baby has red hair just like yours.”
Her eyes widen at what I’ve said, and when she stumbles over her words, I grin and rescue her by saying, “Don’t worry, Cyn, I came inside you, but your chances of getting pregnant on the first day of your period are slim to none, but I’m not going to lie and say the idea of getting you pregnant doesn’t turn me on.”
I don’t often feel nervous, but I feel it now when I meet her green eyes and ask, “Would you want to have a baby with me? You can say no. I understand if you’re worried I wouldn’t be a good dad or if you think they’d come out like me.”
She stops my words by pulling me closer and kissing me. “That’s not what I meant. You just surprised me is all. Any baby would be lucky to have a dad like you. You would literally burn down the world to keep them safe. I do want a family one day, but…”
She pauses and my heart nearly beats its way right out of my chest as I wait for her to say something I’m not going to want to hear, but then she blushes and says, “I kind of thought I’d be married before I started having kids.”
Relief floods me, and I quickly say, “Oh, we’re getting married,krovinka. That’s already a done deal.”
“Oh yeah?”
Her smile is too big for her to hide, and I easily return it as I say, “I will be your husband, and you will be my wife. Nothing on earth could stop that from happening.”
Unable to keep still any longer, I rock my hips, groaning at how good she feels.
“Are you ever planning on going soft?”
“Definitely not in the next couple of hours,” I tell her.
“I may not survive that long,” she warns.
I grin and roll us over so she’s on top.
“Fuck me,” I groan when I see the mess I’ve made of her. Blood is smeared along her stomach and chest, and with her hair untamed and free, she looks just as feral as I feel, my own little wild thing who’s willing to get bloody for me while she rides my cock to orgasm.
“If you insist,” she says, giving me a grin while she slowly rocks her hips, testing things and figuring out what she likes.
For reasons I will never understand, she still gets shy about her body, and that’s the last thing I want, so I run my hands up her thighs and grip her hips while I say, “You are so fucking beautiful, Cyn.” I lift her up, groaning when I see the bloody mess we’re making.
