“You're fucking incredible,” he says, his tone hushed.
Instinctively, I peer down at myself, where trails of blood paint my breasts, the valley between them, and my stomach.
I should be horrified, yet when I lift my stare back to Cage, I feel anything but. My clit throbs and arousal gathers deep in my core. The urge to grind against his cock is overwhelming, but I refrain for now.
Something wet splatters onto my face, then trails down my cheek before a crimson bead drips off my jaw and lands on my breast, all of which Cage watches intently.
His hands cup my hips, and he squeezes tightly. Feeling invigorated, I brush a black-painted nail across my nipple, my mouth parting in wonder as his stare drops to my chest. His eyes darken like a forest fire within, blackening with a hunger as potent as the flames. I’ve never been so ready to walk into a wildfire.
Teasingly, I smear the crimson over the swell and down to my ribs, where a macabre bird with its wings wired onto its body is tattooed.
The black-and-gray artwork snags his attention for a moment, but inevitably, he refocuses on my finger once it reaches the waistband of my shorts.
“Stand up,” he rasps, anticipation gleaming in his eyes. He doesn't seem inclined to stand with me. Instead, he props up on his elbows and reclines back on them. He stares up at me with a reverence that can only be captured by the human eye. Nothing—not even our own hands—could recreate that image and do it any justice.
I do as he says, though my knees tremble and threaten to crumble as tragically as if they were an ancient monument.
“Take it all off, baby. I need to see everything,” he commands hoarsely.
My heart pounds in my chest as I hook my thumbs beneath the fabric of my shorts and panties and slide them down my thighs. I kick them to the side where the rest of my clothes lay.
Insecurity and forced confidence battle for dominance. From his position, I know he can see the scar on my hip—a perfect imprint of teeth from when Dad bit me years ago. Sadly, it isn't the only bite mark forever marring my flesh. They're also on my biceps, stomach, thighs, and of course, my face.
He left them everywhere, sinking his teeth so far into me that I passed out from the pain. Most of the bite marks eventually faded, except the ones now on full display, crimson smeared over them.
“Jesus Christ,” Cage groans. “Sit on my fucking face, Molly.”
My stomach twists as I step over him, butterflies unleashing within as I crouch over his face, keeping my feet flat on the floor.
Cage was the last man I slept with, and something about that is utterly embarrassing. I’ve gotten intimate with plenty of vibrators throughout the years, though I could never muster the courage to let another man touch me again.
Nerves eat me alive, but the wet, hot slide of Cage’s tongue along my slit has me forgetting exactly what I was anxious about. And his unrestrained moan that follows has my stomach tightening .
My mouth falls open as bliss consumes me, beginning at my core and spreading out to the tips of my fingers and toes.
“Oh,” I breathe, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as his tongue spears inside me, circling around my inner walls.
A growl builds in his chest and his arms circle around my thighs, anchoring me onto his face. My legs tremble violently, once more threatening to give out on me. They’re fucking useless when it comes to him.
“Fuck, baby, you taste so good,” he groans against me, the vibrations sending another wave of bliss throughout me.
“Cage,” I moan just as his tongue flicks at my clit. The breath in my lungs gets lost somewhere on the way out, taking a wrong turn and depriving me of precious oxygen.
I need to breathe, but I need to come in Cage's mouth so much more.
Lips parted and brows pinched, I peer down at Cage to find his heated stare already locked on mine.
The butterflies in my stomach become volatile. They’re unable to handle Cage eating me alive—whether it’s because they're frightened that they'll be devoured next, or if it's because they know that by the time he's done, I’ll be in ruins and there will be nothing left of me. No home for them to live.
He sucks my clit into his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh and sending goosebumps scattering across my skin. Already, I feel an orgasm building low in the pit of my stomach, and while I want nothing more than to lose myself in it, I don’t know that I’m ready for the aftermath.
“Don’t stop,” I choke out despite myself.
He sucks harder, showing me that stopping is the last thing on his mind. Then, he releases my thighs and flattens his palms on my stomach before gliding them up to my breasts and cupping them roughly, smearing the blood further across my flesh.