Bloodshed (Order of the Unseen, #1)(63)

“As long as I’m still breathing, I will kill for you, Quinn,” he promises, slipping his hand beneath me to gently cup my ass while pumping into me mercilessly. “To keep you safe.” Small beads of sweat drip onto me as he presses his lips against my skin, before lightly biting down on my shoulder. “Kill for you. Die for you. Whatever it takes.”

“Damien—” I cry out, fading away as another earth-shattering orgasm rips through me, sending all of my endorphins into overdrive.

“Such a good girl,” he softly breathes, pumping faster, drilling me into the bed. “I’m so infatuated with you, baby. Do you understand? I’m fucking obsessed.” Suddenly, he slams into me, catching me completely off guard. “Fuck. I’m not going to last much longer.”

Letting out desperate little cries, I brace his shoulders, tracing the muscles in his back flexing beneath my fingertips with each forceful movement.

“Turn around,” he orders, urgently kissing my lips before pulling out, and flipping me onto my stomach. He rubs the rosy head of his cock up and down my wet slit, again and again, teasingly. I whine, burying my face in the pillow, stifling my uneven breaths. “You’re my favorite girl,” he purrs, sinking inside of me with one, hard stroke. We both gasp simultaneously, and I fist the sheets, hearing him grunt through each, punishing thrust. “You’re so close. Can you feel it, Quinn?”

“Y-yes,” I breathe into the pillow, lifting my ass to match each movement.

“Do you still want this?” he softly asks. “Do you want me?”

“Yes—”

“Say it.”

Pushing back against his invasion, I turn my head, locking my eyes with his as he brings his face beside mine. “I. Want. You,” I say between thrusts.

A smirk instantly claims his face. “Lie down flat,” he groans, grabbing the back of my head and pressing my face down into the mattress. “Be quiet.”

“Oh…my…” I whimper, as he pounds into me without any end in sight.

“What did I say?” he bites out, slipping his fingers into my mouth.

I suck them, moaning quietly. He tastes so good.

“You’re such a little slut.” He laughs seductively beside my ear. “My slut. I can’t get enough of you.”

He pushes his fingers into the back of my throat, and I gag, before biting down.

“Fuck, Quinn.” With a sharp groan, he thrusts into me harder. My inner walls tighten around his cock once more, another orgasm washing over me, sending me into a state of utter bliss. “I don’t want to come yet. I want to savor this moment.” He becomes still, buried to the hilt, as he collapses onto me.

It’s a struggle to breathe from his heavy weight, until he shifts slightly, giving me more room to deeply inhale.

He pulsates inside of me for what feels like minutes, until he pulls out, and yanks me back so I’m on my knees. Before I can even make sense of it, he spreads my ass cheeks, and takes me into his mouth.

“Yes,” I moan, biting down on my lip as he devours me, licking his way from one hole to the next.

“Mmm,” he groans, plunging the tip of his tongue into my tight hole. “You taste too fucking good.”

Thrusting his fingers into my pussy, he eats my ass at the same time. He tightly grips my hips, keeping me in place. I fall onto my arms, pushing back against his face and fingers.

He smacks my ass with his free hand, leaving a harsh stinging sensation in its wake. Pumping his fingers into me, he curls them, breathing in my arousal.

“You’re so sexy.” He sighs deeply, kicking my legs open wider with his knee, positioning the tip of his cock at my entrance. He enters me with one, long stroke, and leans down, pressing his lips against my shoulder blade, before kissing his way down the full length of my back. “What? What, Quinn? Tell me what you want.”

Jolting back and forth from each buck of his hips, I try desperately to catch my breath. “I want to make you come,” I confess, now seeing stars behind my eyelids.

“Where do you want it, princess?” he rasps, locking his fingers around the back of my neck, before pulling tight on my hair. “Tell. Me.”

“Inside of me,” I rush out. “Fill me up, please.”

“Fuuuck,” he growls, slamming into me without mercy. There’s a loud sound of skin smacking as he enters me harder. “I’m going to come for you, Quinn.” The headboard violently rocks against the wall. “Right.” His breathing becomes shallow. “Now—”

He lets out a sharp groan, claiming his release. Slowing his pace, he grinds his hips against my ass, and wraps his arms around the front of my body, holding me captive beneath him.

Damien and I remain in this position for what feels like forever. Holding each other close, bodies intertwined, and covered in sweat. My eyes flutter shut once again, and exhaustion overtakes me. His cum begins to seep out of me moments after he withdraws himself, until he catches it with his fingers and pushes it back inside of me.

He rolls onto his side, and brings me against him, gently stroking my hair. “Water?” he quietly asks, his lips beside my ear.

Parched as hell, I nod.

He reaches for the nightstand and hands me a small glass. “Drink,” he orders, watching me as I bring my lips to the glass, gulping it down. Since my eyes have adjusted to the darkness, I can see him so clearly. Those eyes are so intriguing, yet intimidating. They hold so much mystery. He’s like a closed book.