Page 48 of Carnival

Rose

G ently, I take James’ mask off, throwing it down. He wastes no time, wrapping his arm around my waist, the cold metal with Gabe’s blood pressed against my lower back. My eyes flick upward, meeting James’, seeing the pure need that’s as raw as the blood on our hands.

He kisses me for a million lifetimes. He kisses me like he’s never kissed me before — with fervor that runs deeply in his veins, which consists of a primal, natural need to own me. James kisses me like he’s kissing me for the first and the last time.

His tongue darts into my mouth, tasting every inch available. With trembling hands, I thread my fingers through his hair, pulling him as close as possible. He growls into the kiss, the sound going straight to my core.

I’m pushed against the tent, the sound of his butcher knife falling to the ground barely audible. I can’t hear anything but the frantic beat of my heart, his breathing, and the groans that come from the deepest parts of his throat.

His soft lips feel heavenly on mine, the taste I’ll never get tired of. I clench my hands tighter in his hair, and he responds by sucking my bottom lip, dragging it between his own, before sinking his teeth into it.

A loud moan of pleasure slips from me, muffled by the event around us. His hand comes to grab me by the throat, his fingers massaging my pulse point, feeling it under his fingertips.

“This is all for me,’’ his gravelly voice fills my ears, his fingers tapping against the pulse point on my neck. “The day this stops existing, so do I.’’

Breath gets stuck in my throat, and James doesn’t say anything else. His lips are back on mine, with the hunger of a thousand years. Yearning, unlike any I’ve felt before, rushes through my veins, and tears roll down my cheeks.

His hand comes to rest on the back of my thigh, and I take the initiative, jumping a little and wrapping my legs around his waist. He groans into my mouth, pressing the bulge in his pants against my stomach, grinding against me.

The tension is palpable, everything around us melting away. His hand squeezes my ass over the dress, holding me tightly against him. My body starts trembling with need, his tongue dipping into my mouth, dancing with mine.

The kiss isn’t gentle; it’s devouring and all-consuming. Just like James.

When I allowed him to fuck me for the first time at the Carnival four years ago, I never could’ve imagined how he’d become a part of my life — how he’d become my life. Everything I want in this life is James, to be with him, consequences be damned.

“I fucking need you, right now, hellion,’’ he rasps against my lips.

“I need you too,’’ I admit, and James gently lowers me back down on my feet.

He takes a small step back, fumbling with his pants and belt. My hand shoots out on its own accord, replacing his. He lets his hand fall down his side, eyes glued on my face as I tug his belt undone, before switching to his pants.

I bite my lip when I pull his cock out, the tip leaking with precum already. My pussy throbs; my underwear is ruined already. Slowly, I guide James to sit down, because I know he can’t do much with one hand.

The dress comes to rest at my hips, and I don’t bother taking the underwear down. I pull it to the side, straddle his hips, and put my knees on each side of him, hitting the cold snow. Excitement rushes through me, cheeks flushed in a deep shade of pink.

“That’s it, hellion,’’ he murmurs, hand on my hip, guiding me to the tip of his cock. The mere contact causes a jolt to rush up my spine, my throat going dry. Knowing that we don’t have much time, I slam myself down on his cock in one quick, harsh movement.

James’ head falls back against the wall of the tent, a deep groan filling my ears. The sounds of pleasure from James’ lips are like the sweetest melody. I could spend the rest of my life just listening to the sounds he makes, and that alone would be enough to make me climax.

“Bounce on my cock, hellion,’’ he orders, gripping my hip tighter. “Use me to make yourself feel good.’’

My nipples harden under the dress, feeling itchy beneath the soft material. I start at a slower pace, allowing myself to adjust to his girth inside me. The man is splitting me in half, his cock reaching the deepest parts of me, touching the sweet spot with each thrust.

“Fuck,’’ he hisses. “Look at me. Eyes on me while you take my cock, hellion.’’

“James,’’ I whisper his name, my voice surprisingly sugary and needy. “God, I’ve missed you.’’

His head falls on my shoulder, his frame trembling with need. He’s struggling to hold back, and if his hand were uninjured, he’d take over and fuck me like an animal in heat. Instead, he settles for kissing my neck, reaching up to push my hair back, and moving the dress out of his way.

“Yeah?” He mumbles. “Did you miss me, or did you miss my cock in your pretty cunt? Or maybe the way my cock is stretching you to perfection? Or perhaps, did you miss my cum inside you, leaking for days?”

A low whimper of pure desire slips from my lips, and when James’ teeth graze the sensitive flesh on the spot where my shoulder meets my neck, I force myself to hold on a little longer.

“Don’t you dare come without my permission,’’ he growls, the threat behind his words indisputable. “You’ll come only when I tell you. And you’ll wait, because I want to feel your cunt squeeze all of my cum out of me.’’

I pick up the pace, riding him faster. The movements become sloppier the needier I become, and I struggle to control myself. The smell of freshly fallen snow, mixed with the scent that James always seems to have on him, sends my mind into an overdrive.

His lips move to my throat, sucking, biting, and leaving a mark in their wake. He doesn’t stop until the entire area is left with his love bites. He pulls his head back a little, looking at his handiwork.

“So fucking beautiful,’’ he moans out. “All marked up by me, face splashed with blood. You’re the definition of perfection, hellion.’’

He reaches up to cup my cheek, his thumb gathering some of the blood off my chin, then pushing it into my mouth. My tongue circles around his thumb, and I keep a steady rhythm, moving up and down on his cock while sucking the blood off his thumb.

His eyes darken a shade, desire coursing through him. Goosebumps prickle my skin, the intensity of his gaze making me pick up the pace. His jaw tightens, but his eyes remain locked on mine, as if he’s daring me to look away.

I don’t look away. I continue to look at him, the sound of our bodies moving together filling my ears, the scent of raw, unfiltered sex reaching my nose, and it’s the best fucking scent I’ve smelled in a while.

“You belong to me, Rosalie,’’ he exclaims, words a mere, low whisper. The depth of his tone leaves no room for argument — not that I’d argue. From the moment he took my virginity, my body belonged to him. And now, all of me belongs to him. His to use, cherish, and protect.

“I belong to you,’’ I agree.

Something in James snaps at my agreement. His thumb leaves my mouth, leaving a small trail of saliva to drip down my chin. He uses his injured arm to wrap it around my waist, tugging me closer to him. His other hand goes right to my ass, smacking it hard, leaving a print.

“Harder, hellion,’’ he demands. “Milk my cock dry, you filthy slut. Fucking me behind a food tent, with too many people around, without so much as a care in the world?” He chuckles. “And let’s not forget our little friend here.’’

My body tenses up, eyes carefully drifting to the side. I swallow down a gasp, and it’s only now that I realize that Gabe’s dead body is less than a foot away from us. The wound on his throat is wide, the snow is coated in a crimson shade, his eyes are wide, and his mouth is opened a little.

That alone should make me put a stop to all of this. The sight of a dead person, no matter who it might be, should make me stop acting so recklessly in public. But it doesn’t. It only makes me want to feel James’ cum fill me up more and sooner.

My attention is back on James, and the feral look in his eyes causes the pit of my stomach to twist. It’s dark, borderline sadistic, and definitely insane. A smirk is on his lips, and it encourages me to move faster.

My heart is beating furiously, the familiar sensation starting to build deeply inside me. His cock twitches, and I lift a little, then push myself back onto him harsher. His head falls back, eyes squeezed shut. The intensity of the moment creates black dots in my vision, my throat tightening up.

“Don’t you fucking dare pass out on me, hellion.’’ James grips my chin, yanking me forward. I blink a little, my vision becoming clearer. “Open your mouth.’’

My mouth opens, his thumb playing with my bottom lip, pressing on it. His eyes are focused on the motion of his finger, almost as if he’s in a trance. He leans in, then spits in my mouth before forcing my jaw shut.

“Swallow.’’

My throat bobs as I obey, a glimmer of satisfaction in his expression. “Good girl.’’

The praise provokes a string of deep moans from me, unable to hold them back. His finger finds my clit, rubbing it in circular motions. Shock waves spread through my body, my back arching.

“Just like that,’’ he says. “Take my cock like a good girl. I want you to look me in the eyes when you come. I want your entire body to know who it fucking belongs to. I control you. I fucking own your orgasms.’’

Something between a whimper and a groan leaves my mouth when he goes to spank me again, this time with much more force. He doesn’t stop until he’s spanked me over ten times, soothing the burning flesh between each one. His hand squeezes my ass, tenderly caressing it.

“James,’’ I swallow thickly. “I’m so close. Please.’’

He tilts his head to the side, pushing his hips upward to meet my movements, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. A thick knot forms in my mouth, and I have to force myself to speak, the words coming out in short gasps.

“Please, let me come.’’

“Who owns this pretty body of yours, hellion?”

“You do,’’ I blow out. “You own me.’’

“That’s right,’’ he laughs. The dark tone of his voice sends chills of terror down my spine, and it intensifies the pending orgasm. “I do own you. My girl. My fucking property.’’

“Yours.’’

“Come for me, hellion. Let me see you fall apart on my cock.’’

My eyes stay locked on his as I let myself go, giving myself to the immense pleasure entirely.

The orgasm rips through me in a harsh wave, my inner walls clenching down on his cock.

He grips my hip tightly, slamming me down onto him, one last time before spilling his warm cum inside me, keeping me in place.

“That’s my good girl.’’

My breathing is short, and I try to come back from the high he’d taken me to, my chest rising up and down quickly. “God’s sake, that was fucking intense.’’

“It was,’’ he admits.

The look in James’ eyes changes. There’s a speck of softness I’m not used to seeing, and his eyes soak in the current state I’m in. He doesn’t say anything for a couple of minutes, our heavy breathing filling the void.

“I’m not religious,’’ he murmurs, leaning in to kiss me. “But God, hellion. You’re my heaven-sent solace.’’