Page 11 of Destined Dawn
I fuck her hard, like my life depends on it, pounding her until my brow is damp with sweat and my arms give way. I’m flat on top of her, pressing her down into the bed and she yanks her hands from my grip and wraps her arms tight around me, holding me so close I can feel her heart thrashing around in her chest, our damp skin sliding against one another.
“Renzo,” she mutters right by my ear, saying my name like it’s heavenly or something.
“Yeah, little rabbit, I got you. Going to make it all better now.”
I reach between our bodies and rub at that stiff little nub of hers as I fuck and fuck and fuck – and then she’s coming, her cunt squeezing me so hard a million stars explode across my vision and she yanks the orgasm straight through my body.
I groan and grunt like an animal, pumping her full of my spunk, as I lose my rhythm, as I lose everything. Something sparks in my brain. Short circuits. And the next moment, we’re on the hard floor, then out in the hallway, then in the fucking bathroom and finally back in the bed.
“Wh-what happened?” she asks, still shaking underneath me.
“We fucked,” I say, licking more of that sweat from her skin. Then I scurry down her body, the sheets all damp and tangled and pry her legs wide open. Her pussy’s all swollen, but it’s not bloody, not sore. Funny, but I’m pleased about it.Blood is usually the icing on the cake. But this cake was sweet enough. Sweet enough to rot every one of my teeth. Bloodied icing would have ruined it all.
“You feel better now, little rabbit?” I ask her.
“Yes.” She sighs, all content sounding, as I stroke my fingers carefully through her folds.
“Gonna tell me why you got all worked up and angry like that? Was it the memory?”
I feel her body stiffen slightly so I jam my fingers right up inside her, making her hips lift up off the mattress. She’s all warm and sticky with me inside. Just like she ought to be.
“Yes and no,” she says reluctantly.
So I find that spot inside her, thinking I can loosen her tongue. I massage it with my fingers and soon she’s panting again, her hands scrabbling for purchase in the sheets as she lifts one of her legs and hooks it over my shoulder. I nip her soft thigh.
“What was it? What was the memory?”
“My … a … a … a… aunt,” she mutters, struggling to get her words out, her eyes screwed up tight, “it was a message, she left me a message.”
“And what did it say?” I ask her, pressing my thumb to her clit.
She ignores my question, that line forming on her brow again. “Why did she make everything so difficult? Why didn’t she tell me the truth from the start? Why didn’t she trust me?”
I stroke inside her and circle her clit and slowly that line melts away and her body relaxes.
“What was the message?” I ask her again.
She bites down on her lip, her hips rising. She’s on the cusp of coming.
“My mom had a vision,” she says, her voice all tight nowas I wind her higher. “She had a vision,” she says, core suddenly taut. I give her more, tip her over the edge, straight into ecstasy. “That I am the girl in the Fourth Prophecy,” she murmurs as she comes.
I freeze, my fingers ceasing their busy work.
The Fourth Prophecy? What the fuck is that?
5
Rhi
Azlan slides a cupof strong coffee in front of me.
“Want to tell us what you saw, sweetheart?” he asks.
I stare down at the black liquid, feeling seven pairs of eyes assessing me.
It took me a lot of arguing with Renzo to escape his arms and make it down here into the kitchen where the others were waiting. He finally got me into bed with him and he didn’t want to let me go. He wanted to interrogate me about the message from my aunt. That or mess around some more.
But I knew the others would be dying with curiosity downstairs and it felt like a conversation that we should have together.
