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“If I ripped my heart from the cavity of my chest, I’d still feel you, and that is the painful reality of my existence. Tell me I’m heartless, and let me prove it to you.” The tip of the blade digs deeper into my flesh with each strenuous breath. A rivulet of blood travels down the ridges of my abdomen.
Expelling a shuddering breath, she eases the blade away, but doesn’t release the weapon. Tentatively, she raises her other hand and caresses the reliefs of my chest in the same fashion she did as we stood before the fire. Her fingers reverently map the inked stag skull, mixing blood and rain with her heartache like her own form of alchemy.
“I knew who you were.” Her voice is as faint as her touch. “I remember…I knew you, and it wasn’t that I recognized your tattoos, that I’d read you. I felt safe. Everything that was bad and wrong would dissolve, and it did as soon as you kissed me.”
From my periphery, I watch her raise the knife. For a strangled heartbeat, I fear she’ll try to send that blade into herself. My muscles gather tight in anticipation.
“You’re beautiful, Kallum,” she continues. “Terrifyingly beautiful. Like a strike of lightning, arresting and awe-inspiring when first glimpsed, but soon the fire rages out of control and sets the whole forest ablaze.”
“Without you, that’s bound to be my doom.” Knelt over her in the mud, I lock the base of my spine, my gaze trained hard on that knife.
As her other hand gradually dips lower, my stomach flexes beneath the sensual feel of her fingers trailing past my abdomen. She takes hold of my belt, and every nerve in my body thrums as she yanks the leather free of the buckle.
“You’re chaos and destruction incarnate and, god…you’re the only one,” she says, her words guiding my eyes back to hers.
Halen brings the point of the knife to her palm. She drags the blade across to open a seam, and hematic red beads against her flesh. A visceral yearning stirs down deep in the pit of my stomach, like a fucking aphrodisiac injected right into my bloodstream.
With my fading willpower, I shackle the beast that wants to maul her beautiful body—and fuck, I’m rewarded with the wicked sight of her licking the line of blood from her hand.
A flash of lightning charges my soul, and she’s there in the flicker, my goddess of the moon to illuminate the dark.
She drops the knife to the shore. As her gaze lifts to mine, a hard shiver rocks through her, caught by the carnal beast dangerously close to ravishing her. She rises higher on her knees to kiss me softly, in direct contrast to the thrashing beat of my heart.
The saccharine taste of her melds with the sharp tang of blood, so fucking intoxicating. I grip her shoulders, my sanity wrecked as she proceeds to lower my zipper and take me out.
“Jesus, fuck.” My muscles cord tight at the feel of her hand surrounding my rock-hard erection, the hot and wet feel of her blood stripping me of control. Jaw tensed, I groan against her lips. “Goddamn, Halen. You are trying to kill me.”
Her soft breath teases my mouth. “I’m claiming you as mine.”
A roar rushes my ears, all sounds of the marsh muted beneath the resounding crash of my heart through my chest. As she strokes the length of me, she gathers the leaked pre-cum at the tip, and the feel of her blood combining with the fluid sends me into a blind lust. She strokes me with her slick palm, and my cock jumps, throbbing at the way she fists me tighter as she works her hand back down to the base.
I tunnel my fingers into her hair and grip her to me with ferocious need, restraint fucking annihilated. With my other hand, I collar her throat, shocking the breath in her lungs. “Touch yourself,” I command, my words grit from between clenched teeth.
Her swallow pulses enticingly against my palm as my predatory gaze tracks her slow descent down her body before she pushes between her thighs. She swirls her fingers over her clit, eliciting a breathy moan that sinfully curls around my spine. The scent of her desire scorches the blood in my veins.
“Don’t stop touching yourself.” My gaze fixes to the apex of her thighs, where a thin layer of red coats her silky skin.
My hunger builds into an unbearable pang until I’m forced to grab her waist and haul her up to her feet so I can drag her leg over my shoulder and bury my face against her pussy. I’m ravenous at the taste of her arousal and blood, like the first delectable taste of her during the ritual.
“Kallum—god.” She grabs my shoulders for balance.
“That’s the right order.” I lick and suck until she’s shaking, the wild fury of my little muse cresting like a rising tidal wave, ready to pummel me. She rakes her nails through my hair and rips at the strands, urgently compelling me to my feet.
And I let her attack.
I let her claw at my chest until she draws blood. I let her thrash and flail and shove, taking her fight as I’m claimed by my dark muse. I let her pound her fists against my body, a deviant begging for every one of her frantic lashes as she unleashes her excess of emotions. All her fear. All her anger. I will always take it for her.
I let her push me until my back hits the tree. The rough bark scrapes my skin with satisfying pain as her nails puncture my shoulders, her fingers gripping as she climbs my body.
I grip her ass as she locks her legs around me. She uses her feet to push my pants down until she can dig her heels into the backs of my thighs. Her chest crushed to mine, I splay my hand along the curve of her lower back as the rain drenches our filthy bodies.
Halen peers right into me. A dark flame ignites amid the silver embers of her eyes to hold me captive, then her mouth crashes against mine.
As her body slips down my chest, her perfect pussy sheathes me, drawing a fervent curse past my gritted teeth at the feel of her arousal coating my cock. Her soft moan taunts me to swallow the sound as she grinds down harder, taking me deeper.
Our atoms slam together, a fusion of energy so fucking combustible, we threaten the very stars with our untamable fire.
Her nails dug into my shoulders, she rides me with wild, erotic rolls of her hips, fucking me against this tree like a sexy little nymph. I bury my mouth in the bruised joint of her neck as I fist her hair, my hips thrusting in furious, relentless need to meet hers.
