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Chapter 14

Blackouts biting, licking, sucking as her hips move erratically. I return the favor, biting her bottom lip, making it bleed. She moans into my mouth as I suck the little droplets from her broken flesh.

“Get up and crawl to the coffee table,” I command, as her eyes light up in excitement. She grinds on me a few more times, causing me to growl before she climbs off of me and onto the floor. My eyes follow as her hips shake left to right with each movement as she crawls along the rug to the table. Taking my cock in my hands, I stroke my length as I watch her.

“Such a good girl. Now lay on the table. Feet up on the edge,” I order as I stand, kicking off my sweats. I walk over to the end table, open the drawer, take out one of my knives and go back to where she lays like a fucking goddess. Legs open, dripping wet and ready for me.

Walking around the table, I stare at her waiting form as her chest slowly rises with anticipation of what’s to come. Her body is the sexiest I’ve ever seen, with her stretch marks at the bottom of her little bump from carrying our babies. Her scars that show how much of a warrior she really is. Fuck, I could cum just staring at her, especially knowing she’s ready and waiting for me. I run the dull side of the blade over the scar on her cheek, down her chin, flipping it around so the tip nicks her throat. She swallows thickly as her breathing hitches. I twirl the handle, pressing the blade to the base of her throat, watching as her blood pools in the little rivet. Her fingers run up my thighs, causing me to shiver at her touch as she grips my cock in her little hand, stroking my length slowly.

“So fucking gorgeous, Princess. I love the way you stroke my cock, baby.” I groan, sliding the blade down the center of her chest, leaving a faint line that bubbles red in its wake. Then I circle around each tit, slicing over her nipples. Her back arches off the table and her grip on my cock tightens.

“You love being my little blood slut, don’t you baby?” I moan as her thumb glides over my tip, spreading the pre-cum gathered there for her. She leans up and licks it, causing me to hiss.

“Fuck, Princess. You make me want to cum down your throat after fucking it raw.” I growl, pressing the tip of the blade over each cigar mark under her perfect tits.

“Do it,” she taunts, and I raise a brow at her.

“I’d rather rip your perfect cunt apart,” I admit, and she smirks as I continue to slice into her perfect flesh, showing her that even wearing these horrible scars that were made by our fathers doesn’t mean she isn’t perfect or beautiful.

Her body shivers the more I slice into her, which only causes her to stroke me faster, tightening her grip around me. Finally, I make it to her perfect pussy, slicing down each lip.

“If I wasn’t such a greedy mother fucker, I’d fuck your tight cunt with the handle of my knife, but fuck that. I need my cum inside you when you leave in the morning for Ireland.” I spit, wrapping my hand around hers as she strokes my cock. We both groan as I take the handle and run it up and down her needy clit, causing her legs to shake.

Releasing her hand from my cock, I walk around the table as she opens her legs for me and wraps them around my waist, pulling me towards her. I toss the knife onto the couch and stare at her for a moment as she pants on the table with blood dripping from her ivory skin. I lift her hips, line up my cock, and slam into her soaked core.

“Fuckkkkkkkk.” She moans as I pull all the way out, only to slam back into her, feeling the stretch of her cunt the deeper I go. Bending down, her nails dig into my back as I suck the blood from her throat and all the other places I sliced into her. I groan at the sweet taste of her blood as I thrust into her brutally. With each lick, I slam into her harder and harder, only for her to tighten around me and dig her sharp nails into my skin.

“So fucking tight, Princess.” I moan as I continue to pound into her and lick every drop of blood from her flesh.

“Fuck, Jamie. I’m going to cum so fucking hard!” she shouts. As I reach down, flicking her clit with my fingers, I bite her nipple and wrap my hand around her throat.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She screams as I slam into her so fucking hard, she gushes. But I don’t stop, I keep up my pace, flicking her clit rapidly and switching nipples as she screams her release, soaking the table and my cock. Her nails dig into my ass as her cunt continues to ripple around me. My balls lift as that familiar tingle rushes up my spine.

“Fuck. Jade. Take it. My little blood slut. Take my fucking load, you fucking cunt,” I spit as I cum long and hard deep inside her. My whole body tingles as she ripples again, screaming as another orgasm runs through her, causing her body to convulse.

“That’s it, baby. Such a good fucking girl. You’re so fucking perfect when you cum like that for me,” I praise, letting go of her throat as I rock inside her, making sure every drop of my seed knows where it belongs.

“Jesus christ. Jamie. Fuck.” She pants as we come down from our high.

“Perfect,” I whisper, leaning down, capturing her lips.

“I love you, Caveman,” she says, and I smile.

“I love you too, Wifey. I hate that you’re leaving. You know how much I hate when you leave the country,” I admit, and she nods, cupping my face.

“It’s only for a few days. I’m coming back to you. Don’t worry,” she says as I take a deep breath.

“I know, but I don’t fucking like it. I hate when you aren’t near. It makes me murderous. I-I just fucking love you and need you with me all the time. You know that, right?” I ask, and she smiles up at me.

“Yes, I do. Just like I need you too. I don’t know what I’d do without you; any of you. It’s hard enough without Dario, but fuck, If I lost all of you, I wouldn't survive,” she says, looking away. I grab her face, forcing her to look at me.

“You will never be without us, Princess. Don’t think like that. Please. Just don’t,” I say as I place my lips against hers before pulling out and standing.

“Don’t move,” I order as I put the knife away and slide my sweats on. I pick her up bridal style and head up the stairs towards our room.

“Bath and bed. You have an early flight,” I whisper as she rests her head on my shoulder.

“Bath and Bed. Take care of the kids while I’m gone, and no fighting with Ryder,” she says, and I chuckle.

“What Princess wants, Princess gets,” I whisper, kissing her head.

Hopefully, the trip to Ireland will give us more answers about Teagan and what taking over the IRA truly means for her. Meanwhile, we will stay here and take care of the kids. I need to find a nanny and a new guard to help us out.

At least that will keep me busy while she’s away.