“I’ve thought about this so many times,” she panted. “Touched myself while I tried to imagine how it would feel.”
My lips pulled into a wicked grin at her words and I moved my mouth down to her neck, licking and biting her flesh as I drove my cock in and out, listening to every moan and whimper that escaped her, learning to play her body with my own and loving how damn responsive she was.
“Am I living up to your fantasies?” I asked her, a hand running down her side and seeking out her nipple so that I could tug on it and feel the delicious squeeze of her pussy around my shaft as she arched her spine and moaned loudly.
“I thought you’d be rougher,” she gasped, the words practically a challenge, though she didn’t seem to be complaining.
I smiled against her skin before turning my head and sinking my teeth into her neck as I drove my hips forward with a punishing thrust which made her cry out in pleasure and carve more flesh from my shoulders with her fingernails.
I lost myself to that feeling as I drove my cock into her like that again, the piercing in my tip rolling through the centre of her, making my dick throb with the need for release while I fought against the urge to give in to it.
I didn’t want this to end. I didn’t want this lightness in my chest to pass away again. And I sure as hell didn’t want to stop feeling her body against mine, the slickness of our skin brushing together, the wetness of her pussy around my cock, the taste of sweat and the blood of my kill mixing between us every time I pressed my mouth to her flesh.
I groaned with pleasure as I thrust harder, gripping the headboard so tightly my knuckles were blanching and the veins in my arm were bulging. I hooked her leg over my arm once more as I reared back and watched her beneath me, her bright blue eyes wild and sparking with electricity which made my entire body buzz with pleasure.
She shifted beneath me, the movement making her leg ride further up my arm and I pushed her ankle over my shoulder before thrusting in even deeper than before.
Brooklyn cried out, gripping my forearms tightly and making me pause for a moment before she gasped out a needy “more” and I gave her a shark’s grin as I fulfilled her request, turning my head to bite the soft skin of her leg as I began to fuck her harder, deeper, faster.
Her pussy was so tight that it was making me dizzy, and I kept kissing and biting that soft skin of her ankle while I watched her writhe and moan beneath me, filling her with every solid pump of my hips and growling my own pleasure against her flesh.
I could feel her tightening around me, her cries getting so loud that I was certain she was balancing on the edge of nirvana right along with me as I drove my cock in hard and deep, the feel of her so perfectly alien to me and yet so beautifully essential too.
I’d been burning up inside while I fought this. I’d been a man on the edge of ruin while trying to keep myself away and failing in every way but this. She had me. All of me now. This final piece the only thing I’d come even close to holding back anyway because she’d long since stolen the rest of me, and I knew there was no reclaiming it now.
Brooklyn’s spine arched and her pussy spasmed around me, a deep growl rumbling through my chest as my cock swelled within her and I fell forward, releasing her leg and claiming her lips as I crushed her into the mattress beneath me and the two of us fell apart as one.
A roar of pleasure tumbled from my lips as she called my name and I came deep inside her, riding on the back of her orgasm as my entire body trembled with pleasure.
I thrust my dick in as deep as it would go, wanting to feel every inch of her squeezing me tight as I came inside her, the pleasure of my release and the taste of her lips against mine making me groan as the frantic press of our mouths against each other’s shifted into this urgent and unyielding kiss.
Her body was wrapped around mine, ankles locked together behind me, her arms looped around my neck and my weight crushing her beneath me as we continued to rock our hips slowly, riding out the final echoes of our release, neither of us wanting it to end too soon.
My tongue caressed hers and her fingers slid down my spine, teasing, caressing, exploring my flesh and dancing across my scars.
“Are you all mine now, Hellfire?” she breathed as we finally came up for air, my nose brushing up the length of hers as I placed a soft kiss to her brow.
“All yours, Spider,” I agreed, not even bothering to overthink that vow because right there in her arms, it was the God’s honest truth, and we both knew it.
She smiled at that, her fingertips moving to trace the side of my face as she looked up at me with this strange kind of awe in her eyes which made me feel wholly unworthy of her while simultaneously desperate to become the man she thought she saw.
I wasn’t sure how long we stole, lying there like that, our bodies still joined and our gazes locked as our fingertips roamed over each other’s limbs, faces, hair, memorising the moment because we both knew it had changed everything now.
But eventually the dark began to creep in on me. Little whispers reminding me of all the reasons I’d had not to do this in the first place. I didn’t regret it. But I feared what it meant. The target it would place upon her head if anyone ever found out about her.
“I’ll keep you safe,” I swore to her and something blazed in her eyes at that promise, reminding me that she’d never had a single person in her life who’d given her that or even really tried to.
“I know,” she replied but her faith in me only made that fear grow sharper, reminding me that we were currently in a room with a dead man and that she was a wanted woman. We shouldn’t have been lingering here, and if this was my attempt to keep her safe then I was already doing a piss poor job of it.
I leaned down to kiss her once more, the sweet, simple touch of our lips making something inside me brighten like a candle flickering to life on the darkest of nights, battling against the storm which raged within me.
I drew back then, forcing myself to break the spell and pulling out of her despite my cock being close to solid again already, my desire for her only seeming to heighten now that I’d gotten a taste.
As I withdrew, Brooklyn hissed, her fingers moving between her thighs as she closed her legs, her wide eyes turning to me.
“I knew it was too big to fit easily,” she accused, her lips curving up but her body still tense as if she was in pain.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked, reaching for her, my hand curling around her hip as I frowned down at her. “Was I too rough?”
“I liked the rough,” she replied. “I liked all of it. Apart from the sore bit.”
My brow lowered as something twisted in my gut and I curled my hand around her wrist, drawing it out from between her legs and blinking at the blood which coloured her fingers. I looked down at my cock as my brain scrambled to catch up to what I was looking at, the traces of blood which were smeared along my shaft.
“Brooklyn,” I said in a low growl, my body falling entirely still as a thought pushed its way into my skull, a low buzzing drone of a thought which I couldn’t quiet down and which refused to go away. “Why are you bleeding?”
“I know, right?” she said, shifting so that she was sitting up beside me. “I thought horse riding was supposed to break it. And I used to do so much horse riding that I was certain it would have been done already. I mean…it wasn’t actually a horse – it was a bike. And by bike, I mean a trashcan on its side with a precariously balanced bicycle saddle which I got in a trade with Janky Lou after he-”