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He pulled away and looked up at her. His mouth was open and smeared with blood, and his teeth gleamed pink.His eyes were glowing again, burning.
“I have to stop,” he said, his voice dripping with ache.
“I wish you didn’t,” she said, and reached to touch the place where his teeth had entered her. With her other hand she reached down to touch his side where he was wounded.It felt warm.
He pulled her to him and kissed her again, and she tasted her own blood on his mouth, like rusted iron.
“Can I take your jacket off?” she asked him. “And your shirt? I’m sure my dad has a T-shirt he won’t miss.”
Ansel nodded and let her strip him out of the torn jacket and shredded white button-up. The wound along his lower ribs already seemed half-healed, other than the unnaturally dark flecks of crusted blood that clung there. She put her hand on him, hoping that gave him some comfort. He ran his hand up her arm, then pulled her in for another bloody kiss. She tossedhis things away and slid off of him, so that she was kneeling in front of him. From that position on the floor, she unbuckled his belt, watching the way his smooth white stomach twitched with anticipation.
She pulled him from his pants and admired him, her hand wrapped around his thickness, stroking him as she gazed at his cock, perfect, like a marble carving and just as hard, then at his eyes, burning down at her.
“I want to—”
“Yes,” he urged, running his fingers through her hair, and she pulled him, hard and cool, into her mouth.
She wanted so much to make him feel good, and she did, he let her feel it, the intense pressure building, the need, the conflict that haunted him even as his pleasure mounted. He tasted her blood on his lips and felt her tongue on his cock and it was sublime. She could feel it all flowing out of him.
“Come to me,” he ordered her, and for a moment she thought she heard the trace of his Eastern European accent, like Dracula. It made her ache, and she climbed back into his lap, pulling her nightgown up around her waist. She lowered herself onto him, pulling him inside of her, and kissed him, her hands on his firm chest, as she rocked against him. He tugged her nightgown down so that her breasts fell, and he pulled her close, tugging one of her nipples into his mouth.
“Saber,” he groaned. “What am I going to do about you?”
She collapsed against him, whimpering, and he held her, his mouth against the wound on her neck, and rocked her limp body like a rag doll, his voice a rumbling growl in her neck.
They sat on the couch, her on top of him, for a long time. Then she rolled off and sat beside him.
“Should we be using protection?” she asked, and he looked at her with a raised eyebrow, teasing her.
“I can only destroy life,” he said. “I can’t create it. You don’t have to worry about that.”
Saber laid down with her head in Ansel’s lap and he played with her hair until she drowsed. When he woke her, she wasn’t sure how long they’d stayed like that.
“I have to go,” he said. “I have to take care of some things before sunup.”
Saber nodded, sleepy, and went to the laundry room to get him a T-shirt. He pulled it over his head smoothly, and looked like a beautiful, perfectly styled model wearing it.
“You’re not really going to transfer my dad, are you?”
“I most certainly am,” he said, his voice quiet. “I’ll make him an offer he can’t refuse.”
“Funny.”
He laughed and she walked him to the door.
“Keeping you safe is more important to me than keeping you,” he said. “I want to read about you in Artforum, not the obituaries.”
She smiled a weak smile at him, and he opened the door to go.
“I’m sorry,” she said, as they lingered in the cool of the doorway, the night beckoning.
“For what?”
“That night, when I cut myself, in the hotel room. Ansel, I just wanted you so bad. It was so stupid.”
He wrapped an arm around the back of her neck, pulling her close and kissing her on the top of her head.
“Beautiful, selfish girl,” he said against her head, so that she could feel his lips moving. “What have you done to me, Saber?”
