Page 83 of Blue in the Deep Blue Sea

“Good girl,” I praised, lifting my bloodied fingers to her mouth and resting them against her lips before I crashed my mouth onto hers again, smearing the blood between us as I tasted her. It felt like some ancient ritual we both needed, marking her as mine just as surely as I was hers.

I pulled away for only a moment, my hands settling on her hips as I drew her down. Disappointment came across her face, making me grin. This was only the beginning. There was so much more to come, and I intended to use every inch of this lighthouse to claim her.

I turned her around until her back faced me. My hand glided from her hips up the curve of her spine to the nape of her neck, where I wrapped my fingers around it and guided her forward until she was bent over the counter. With my right hand, I lifted one of her legs, resting her knee on the counter while the other stayed planted beside me. My touch traced a slow path from her knee to her thigh before slipping over the curve of her ass, spreading her open as I pushed into her once more. This time I buried myself to the hilt, driving deeper with every steady thrust.

Her legs trembled as my cock dragged against her sensitive skin. Her inner walls clenched around me twice, pulling me in while soft, breathless gasps spilled from her mouth.

“I’m not done yet,” I murmured, my hand leaving her neck to tangle in her hair. My fingertips pressed into her scalp, massaging gently as another moan escaped her before I tugged her head back, forcing her spine into a beautiful arch.

Her hands braced against the counter, her nails biting into the edge as I picked up my pace, each thrust harder and faster than the last.

Her ass slapped against my skin, bouncing with every thrust as I buried every inch of myself inside her.

“Fuck,” she moaned, the word breaking into a cry before melting into a string of breathless moans.

Music to my ears.

Her hand flew to her mouth, curling into a fist as she bit into the flesh of her knuckles. I tightened my grip on her hair, pulling harder until her back arched even more. My free hand slid to her throat, holding her steady as I continued to fuck her.

My fingers squeezed gently around her neck. Saliva slipped from the corner of her mouth as her breaths grew shorter. I drove into her harder now, slowing just enough to stop before snapping my hips forward again with a deeper thrust.

I felt her getting close. It was inevitable. My balls struck against her clit in a relentless rhythm she couldn’t escape, each impact pulling another sound from her lips. She clenched tightly around my cock, holding me inside her as her thighs began to tremble. I loosened my grip, letting her catch her breath while soft moans spilled from her mouth and her eyes rolled back with pleasure.

“You like that?” I growled, pressing myself closer behind her. I drew her head back until it rested beneath my jaw and brushed a kiss against the top of her head while driving into her harder. I groaned against her skin.

“I swear, baby, I’ll fuck you in every single hole until you’re mine and you’re begging me to stop.”

Another moan escaped her as she fought to steady herself, her whole body trembling beneath me.

“What if I don’t want you to stop?” she whispered.

I smiled.

“Then I’ll fuck you every day, every minute, until you forget what it feels like to walk.”

She gasped, her walls tightening around me, drawing me in as another cry of pleasure tore from her throat.

The pressure inside me built with every thrust. My cock pulsed deep inside her, but I held myself back from spilling into her. We had no protection, and no matter how many times the thought of filling her with my cum crossed my mind, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Not yet.

I pulled out just in time, my cock releasing over her ass as I collapsed against her. She shifted beneath me until she was facing me.

“Kiss me again,” she whispered. “And never stop.”

My lips found hers, gentler this time. My tongue slipped slowly into her mouth, welcoming hers as it curled around mine. I caught her lower lip between my teeth before letting it go, onlyto lose myself in her all over again while we gasped for air, as though we’d drowned in each other.

Maybe all that hatred had been yearning for her all along because I couldn’t have her. Now that she was finally mine, I let it go, replacing it with the desperate need to keep her close every second I could. If tearing down every wall I’d built around myself was what it took to make her stay, to keep her safe from all the pain others had caused her, then I’d tear down every last brick. I’d sacrifice myself, my whole world, if it meant I could put a smile on her face.

Somewhere between exhaustion and sleep, I drifted off on the floor beside her. When I opened my eyes, I realized I’d fallen asleep with my head in her lap. She wore a white shirt, its buttons torn away, left open to reveal the soft curve between her breasts. A notebook rested against her thigh, a pen moving steadily across the page as she sketched, her brow furrowed in quiet concentration.

“Hey,” she whispered, biting her lower lip.

I sat up, drawing her onto my lap. The notebook slipped from her hands and landed on the sheet beneath us. I pressed my lips to hers, stealing her breath before giving it back with a smile. Her arms curled around my neck as she shifted sideways against me, easing my back into the wall.

“What are you doing, Blue?”

She lowered herself onto me, rolling her hips slowly. “I want my thirty-three times.”

I raised a brow, laughing. “Are you jealous?”