Page 47 of Casper
“It was Jace.” Casper moved blood stained hands as he explained. “He jumped me when I got out of my car. Managed to get me pretty good with a knife. I wrestled it away from him, and he took off.”
My face fell. This couldn’t be happening. “I saw him today. He found me on campus. He told me that he would go after you. I didn’t expect anything like this so soon. I should’ve told you right away. I’m sorry.”
“Not your fault,” he signed. “Don’t blame yourself. I’m going to fucking kill him, flower. I have to.”
His entire aura was hot with rage. There was nothing I could say to calm him down nor did I want to. Jace was making his own decisions regarding his future now. It was out of my hands.
“I know,” I said softly, applying more pressure to the bleeding gash in his arm.
Casper pulled the cloth from my grasp, tossing it onto the desk. Trapping me between his arms, he pressed me against the wall between the desk and the bed. His kiss was hard, bruising. A deeply powerful action that screamed louder than any words could.
I belonged to him. He would do anything to keep it that way. Whereas Jace’s ownership claim filled me with revulsion, Casper’s possessive determination made me warm and fuzzy inside. The way he frantically sucked my tongue into his mouth while easily holding me in his strong arms ignited a fire in my core.
His mouth moved on mine with a desperate fervor. A need to have me in every way. His tongue dipped between my lips, sliding alongside mine. He didn’t care about the blood trickling down his arm. Right then neither did I.
I’d never seen him this worked up. Ready to break. I held tight to him. My arms around his neck. My fingers clutching a handful of his blue streaked black hair.
As he kissed his way down my neck, his hands were all over me. Leaving bloody stains on my clothes as he desperately tore at them in an effort to eliminate the barrier between us. Whisking my top up over my head, Casper flung it behind him without care. His mouth was hot on my skin as he kissed a steamy path down to my breasts.
My bra quickly joined my shirt on the floor. Needing to feel his skin against mine, I tugged at his T-shirt. Casper broke contact with me only long enough to pull his shirt off. Then hismouth was on me again. Sucking my nipple into his mouth, he cupped my other breast with his hand. Clutching tight enough to bruise.
I loved his need for me. The way he became frantic for me. I didn’t even care about the bloody streaks he left all over my body. His wound would have to be tended to, although it seemed to be the furthest thing from his mind in that moment.
After he rid me of my pants and underwear, he reached for the pins holding my hair in a messy bun. Plucking them out one at a time until my colorful locks cascaded over my shoulders. Plunging both hands into my tresses, Casper paused long enough for our gazes to lock.
He stared into me with a fierce intensity that shook me to the core. The crush of emotion in his green eyes gripped me. I felt it too. The longing that took root deep inside me. The craving for him that only he could satisfy. Yet still, he left me wanting more.
Casper ran a bloody hand along my throat, leaving a smear in the shape of his fingers behind. Dragging that hand down my body, he went to his knees before me. Peering up at me, he signed, “You are mine. Say it. I want to hear you say the words.”
“I’m yours,” I gasped, my chest heaving. “Only yours.”
With those words, he pressed his face to the cleft between my legs. Burying his tongue inside me. Slumping against the wall, I held tight to his hair. He ate me like a starved man. Ravenous and determined. Knowing exactly what he wanted. Clutching my ass cheeks, Casper tongued my clit until my moans turned to cries.
My body shook. If he hadn’t been holding me so tight, I may have collapsed. Every flick and stroke of his tongue made me crazier. Softly whispering his name seemed to drive him wilder. Casper sucked my clit into his mouth, circling it with his tongue. Targeting it with a perfect precision that quickly broughtme over the edge. I came with another cry, loud enough to be heard in the hallway. Doing my best to muffle the sound, I pressed a hand to my mouth.
Casper rose, licking the taste of me from his lips. A devilish smile lit up his face as he signed, “There’s no need for that. Let them hear how fucking needy you are for my tongue in your pussy. You’re going to come apart all over my cock now, flower. I don’t give a fuck who hears.”
Easy for him to say, since my neighbors were not his neighbors, and he wouldn’t have to look them in the eye tomorrow. However, I was too lost in the heady rush of him to care right then either.
I felt proud of myself for understanding him so much easier now. Sometimes he had to go slower and repeat himself. There was still a lot I had to learn. I wouldn’t quit until I had mastered sign language as well as he had. Being able to communicate the way Casper preferred meant the world to me.
He meant the world to me.
I wasn’t quite sure when that had happened. An attraction had turned into enjoying his presence. Somewhere along the way, I’d fallen for him. Feeling exhilarated and high on the rush of being with him, I was ready to throw myself headlong into Casper in every way. Damn the risks.
Grabbing my waist, Casper spun me around so I faced the wall. The sound of his zipper was followed by the rustling of his jeans as he finished disrobing. Taking hold of my hips, he tilted my ass up a few inches as he slid into me from behind.
I flung my hands out to brace myself against the wall. Slowly, he thrust into me, rolling his hips to drive especially deep. Withdrawing to the very tip, he then filled me again. Every slick stroke of his body into mine put me to the test. Having him inside me felt like he was exactly where he belonged. I wished we never had to part.
With one hand remaining on my hip, Casper slid the other hand up my spine. Grabbing a tight handful of my hair, he jerked my head to the side. I let out a small scream when he bit the back of my neck. He held tight, gripping my tender flesh with his teeth.
My wrists began to ache from how hard I braced against the wall. Like a wild beast, he pinned me in place, holding me with his teeth, his body against mine. Fucking me with a growing intensity that made my head spin.
I pushed back against him, seeking more of his cock. Needing to feel him completely take over all of me. I ached to belong to him in every way.
Casper’s arms slid around me, grasping my breasts. Holding tight as he pounded into me over and over. My back was to his chest, our skin hot and sweaty where it touched. His spicy scent clouded me, getting inside my head. I knew then that I would fight for him as hard as he was willing to fight for me.
I was thinking about how badly I wanted to touch him when he pulled out and spun me around to face him. Like he’d read my mind. His gaze lingered on my face, watching intently as he pressed two bloody fingers to my lips. Opening my mouth to him, I was delightfully surprised when he thrust his fingers into my mouth, pressing them against the back of my tongue. His blood tasted salty and metallic. Locking my eyes with his, I sucked his fingers as he withdrew them.
