he finds a speed that we both move to.
“Fuck.” His lips come to mine, his tongue on the tip. “Taste that?”
I do. My lips move faster as I suck his tongue into my mouth.
“Hungry bitch.” He pulls out before I can catch my third orgasm, his head disappearing and his teeth finding my sternum. He trails down and down… when he reaches my clit, he sucks it back into his mouth.
“Oh shit!” My back arches off the bed with my hands on my breasts.
He sucks, licks, and drinks up all of my moans, swallowing my pleasure like it’s a shot of whiskey. Moving lower, my fingers find his hair. I feel the slither of his tongue slip over my inner thigh, before landing back on my clit.
“Brantley,” I whimper. “No.”
“Shut up. Don’t tell me no.” Finally, he moves back up my body, and when he’s finally above me, he laughs, his fangs sticking out the sides with fresh blood around his lips. “What’s the matter, baby?” His face drops closer to mine. “Scared?”
My mouth closes.
He lowers his to mine while driving his cock back inside of me. I wince from the pain, but I’m too distracted with the intense energy he’s projecting onto me to really care right now.
He licks his lips. “Kiss me.” He thrusts inside of me slowly, rubbing my clit with his pelvic bone. I feel the bumps of metal inside of me now, like the sensitivity is setting in.
Piercings! Oh my God. I gave my virginity to the Devil.
“I—” His lips hover over mine, my thighs clenching together as my eyes roll to the back of my head when I catch the next build. I lean up and kiss him. The pungent taste of metal coats my mouth, but I don’t let go because my body is rolling, caught in a riptide of pleasure that doesn’t want to release me. I feel my soul leave my body when my legs shake and soft cries escape from my mouth and enter his.
He hisses, biting down on my lip as his hand comes to my throat. “Next time I fuck you. It won’t be like this.” He sucks my lip into his mouth, groaning through his release. “It’ll be so much fucking worse.” Then he collapses on top of me, his cock throbbing, expanding my walls and filling me with hot liquid.
I bury my nose in his hair and rest my eyes for a second, but before I know it, everything goes black.
I wake, my limbs aching and my eyes peeling open. Lifting the sheet, I peek underneath to see the blood smudges between my legs. My cheeks flush. Oh shit. I bite on my lower lip to stop from smiling.
I won.
I didn’t even have to do what Bishop said I should do; I just had to tease him with something as immature as saying someone else would have sex with me. I shift my legs to swing over the edge of the bed when I wince, the pain rocking my body so hard I almost spin out.
There’s a knock on the door before it’s being pushed open and Tillie’s pink hair is taking up the space. I can’t tell how far along she is anymore, because her bump is so small and cute.
“Jesus…” Her face pales as she shuts the door and makes her way to the bed. “What did he do to you!”
“What?” I ask, pushing up from the bed but yelping when the pain vibrates through me even worse than before. It’s not just between my legs now, it’s everywhere.
“I’ll run you a bath…” Tillie ducks behind the wall before I hear the rush of water spraying into the tub. “People will start coming in today, and I need to prepare you for tonight.”
“What’s happening?” I ask, finally pushing through the pain and standing on my feet. I open the bedside drawer and find painkillers, popping them out of the foil and throwing the others back, while clutching the debased sheet around my body.
I lean against the wall in the bathroom, Tillie’s back turned to me. She’s pouring salts and scents into the tub that fill the room with sweet hints of lavender and playful notes of bubble gum. “I don’t know, that’s the problem. Something is happening, I can feel it in my bones. They only ever bring us out here when something is about to happen that they don’t want gaining attention.”
Sighing, I make my way to the edge of the tub and