I slowly come awake with Camryn’s body tucked next to mine. Her soft breathing echoes in the room. A room that has never seen another soul. Not Onyx, Not Riggs. No one has been allowed in my bedroom.
I stare at her sleeping peacefully on her side, beautifully naked under my dark sheets. Just like the night she was in pain, it does something knowing she’s in my bed. The moonlight shines through the open windows and illuminates her skin, highlighting her scratches and bruises in stark contrast. Scratches from my attack and bruises from my fingers. I inhale, smelling the soap I bathed her with mixed with something earthier. Sweat. Our sweat. Her raven hair covers her shoulder, and I want that silk between my fingers, holding her where I want her. I want to get lost in her body again. Get lost in the way she makes me feel.
Rubbing my hands over my face, I sit up, making sure not to wake her. It’s nearing 3 a.m. I haven’t slept this long in years. My body is completely relaxed in a way that I haven’t been for years, or even decades. The normal tension I feel waking up, the urgency to stop a shipment, is not pounding in my brain.Usually, I would be up reviewing the tape that Riggs sent or the notes that Scout took during his reconnaissance of a few Mestizo locations. But instead I’m here.
I left the two bodies processing. Forgot about my workshop. The hides I left out. I forgot everything the moment I recognized it was her. I should have sent her home the moment I knew it was her. Carted her ass back to the jeep, re-hooked, but instead I let myself go, feeding the hunger I’ve denied for too long. I won’t go back. She’s mine for however long I can keep her.
I lean over her, trailing my finger down her arm. The softness of her skin makes my cock stir.
Moving her hair to the side, I kiss behind her ear and grip her hip harder when she stirs, humming and nuzzling back into my chest. I turn her on her back and pull down the covers, feasting on her breasts, their pink nipples pouty in the cool air. The scars of her cuts are pink from healing. My knife puncture rests under a new, fresh bandage. I want to bleed her again, but it's too soon. I’ve already told her too much. Dragging my thumb along her nipples, they instinctively bead. She twitches, but remains asleep, still lost in her dreams. I’m sure she’s exhausted, and I should let her rest, but there’s an inexorable force, unaffected by her exhaustion and definite soreness. I’ve fucked over and over since finding her in my woods.
Camryn doesn’t open her eyes, and the power I have over her snakes through me, setting my blood on fire. Kneeling, I open her legs and stare at her cunt, and run my finger through her wetness. I push my middle finger slowly inside her, pulling it out and growling at the glistening moisture on my finger. I taste it and groan, knowing it’s a mixture of her juices and my cum still left inside her from the last time. She shifts and mumbles in her sleep, and I grip my cock, stroking at the sight of her sleeping form.
I look up and smile when I see her eyes twitch and her breathing speed up.I grin and keep fisting my cock. “Open your eyes, Countess. Little faker.”
She opens her eyes and leans up on her elbows. “How did you know I was awake?” The raspiness of her voice is straight out of my fantasies.
“I know everything about you, Countess. You start panting when you want my cock.”
She stares at me now, stroking my cock, running her fingers over the metal piercings. The tip leaks pre-cum, ready to release inside her. She turns on her side, attempting to sit up. I frown, roughly grabbing her ankle. I pull her closer to me until her pussy is inches from the tip of my cock. “I didn’t tell you to close your legs.” I move her legs so they rest over my thighs, tilting her pelvis up.
I rub the head of my dick through her growing arousal, and she whimpers, those sexy pants getting louder. “Open your pussy. Let me see it.”
‘Wh-what?”
“You didn’t misunderstand me, Countess. I told you what I want, and I want you to do it.”
She reaches between her open legs with both hands and peels back the lips of her pussy with her thumb. “Perfect. Show me what’s mine.”
Tapping my dick on her clit, I smear the head through her wetness.
Needing to touch her, I lay my body on hers, feeling her softness, and she blinks, opening her eyes. The moonlight adds a glow to her green eyes. Keeping my eyes on hers, I lean down and suck her nipple in my mouth. Her back arches, and I slip my hand underneath, bringing her slim back up even more. When she grips the sheets, I raise my head, wanting to feel those pretty nails embedded in my skin.
“Touch me, Countess. Let me feel those greedy fingers.”
She lifts her hand and gently puts it on my shoulders.
“No. Harder. I like the pain.”
She doesn’t respond but looks at me. I let her see the need to be hurt in my eyes. The rabid intensity that only she seems to cultivate inside me.
“I like pain when I fuck, Countess. The pain heightens my arousal.” I lift my hand and touch her plump, wet mouth.
She holds my gaze and licks my finger tip. “What kind of pain?”
The pink tip has me hypnotized. “Bites. Scratches. Cuts. It turns me on when people bleed.”
She bites the tip of my finger, and I grind my molars, wanting to fuck her into the mattress. “Really?”
“Yes. I enjoy blood play.”
Her eyes get wider, and her brows are furrowed. “What does that entail?”
I ease back and pull her onto my lap. Touching the wound I inflicted when she was on her hands and knees in the forest, it stopped bleeding, the rough edges of the cut starting to close. I trace it with my finger, pressing into it slightly. She winces, but doesn’t pull away, instead arching her neck, giving me access. My cock gets hard when she offers her neck to me. “Blood letting is a process. I cut the person I’m with, not to cause death, but enough to release their blood.”
“With your knife?”
“Yes. A special knife that is used for that purpose.”
