Page 18 of Drag You Down (Bloody Desires #2)

When I’m completely desperate, my writhing only curbed by Gabriel’s hands on my thighs, Gabriel says, “I’m going to put a finger in now.”

My lips part, but nothing comes out. A finger can’t possibly be worse than his tongue , but it’s every bit as alluring in the most dangerous, sinful way. I wanted this. I asked for this.

I still want this.

“Okay,” I whisper.

Gabriel opens the bottle of lube and pours some onto his fingers. I watch in trepidation and desire as that slicked-up finger approaches my hole.

Even though he told me he was doing it, I still startle when the cold lube touches my hole.

“Shh. I’ve got you, boy,” Gabriel says gently.

For reasons I don’t completely understand, I trust him. I nod, and the light touch of his finger turns into something more, something that makes my hole stretch around it as he slowly pushes it inside.

I bite my lip.

The stretch doesn’t hurt. It feels good .

My breathing picks up, coming in short, uneven huffs. I feel so ashamed for how much I want this now, how my cock only gets harder as his finger gets deeper inside of me.

I whine in disappointment when he pulls the finger out, and Gabriel smiles.

“Getting more lube. I’ll stretch you properly before I give you Daddy’s cock.”

If his finger feels this intense, I can’t even imagine what his cock will feel like inside of me. Will it be too much?

If it’s only once, if this is the only time we can be together, then I should feel it all, shouldn’t I?

He’s not letting you go.

My mind bounces back and forth between only one night and always , and I can’t decide which is true, which is real .

If it’s only one night, I could still repent. Penance could wash away one night.

But if I keep coming back, over and over, my soul is forever damned.

Gabriel gets two fingers inside me, slick from all the lube. The pleasure overrides the burn of the stretch, and I close my eyes, sinking into the sensation.

Then he touches somewhere inside of me that makes the pleasure slam into me. It overwhelms me, all breath freezing in my lungs. My mind is empty, nothing but pure bliss. I cry out, arching into his touch?—

And my cock spurts all across my stomach and my chest.

Mortification is almost as strong as the ecstasy that races through me, and my hand flies to my mouth to cover it. The knowledge that I climaxed from a touch inside of me is dizzying, almost more than I can handle, but I understand why men lie with other men.

“I’m sorry!” I say, and how absolutely dumb is it to apologize for coming too early to the Devil or an Angel or… or…

My Daddy.

My face is completely red with humiliation, and I feel tears prickling at the corners of my eyes.

Gabriel looks up with a soft smile. “No worries, little lamb. I’m happy you can come from having your prostate played with. That’s going to give us so many fun options.” He kisses the inside of my thigh again, while his fingers are still slowly thrusting in and out of me.

It really doesn’t matter to him.

When he adds another finger, slowly and carefully, I make another strangled sound. I want it, want him . How many fingers does he need to work inside of me to prepare me for more? For him?

I haven’t even had him inside of me yet, and already I’m sure this is a sin worth falling for.

I should be oversensitive, desperate to let my cock rest, yet I spread my legs wider for him.

“Please,” I beg. “Please, I need you.”

Gabriel smiles at me expectantly. “I need you…?”

I don’t understand what he wants at first. When I finally get it, my face heats up even more. I’ll be hotter than the depths of Hell with how embarrassed I am.

“I need you… Daddy ,” I whisper.

The word alone has my cock twitching again, despite how spent I am. Gabriel groans though, and he removes his fingers. I watch as he gets up and strokes his cock a few times, coating it with lube.

“I’m going to fill you up with my seed, little lamb,” Gabriel promises. “I’m going to mark you, make you mine.”

I can’t be his, but I want to be.

Why can’t I choose? Why can’t this be something I can accept or deny?

I lick my lips, wondering how he tastes. Sin? Something more?

It doesn’t matter, though. I’m going to feel something else, and tasting him will have to wait.

He lines his cock up with the hole he’s spent so long loosening up, readying me to take him, and I bite my lip as he starts to slowly push inside. It takes him several seconds to get inside, and when he does, I cry out again. I clutch the sheets harder, my eyes wide as he pauses inside of me.

I’m so… full .

I’ve never felt like this before.

It isn’t just how large his cock is, how it’s rubbing up against that same spot that had made me come in three seconds.

It’s how warm he is, how immediate it feels.

It’s how intimate this is.

I meet Gabriel’s eyes. Dark brown with flecks of gold, and they suddenly seem so kind to me, even though I know he’s a killer who seeks out those he deems worthy of punishment.

“Ready for me to start moving, boy?” Gabriel asks as he leans in. His lips brush against mine, and I wrap my arms around his back to keep him in place.

“Please… please stay close. Daddy.” I don’t know why using the word makes me feel so aroused.

“I will,” he promises.

I search his expression for signs that he’s being honest, and I see nothing but sincerity there. I nod, biting my bottom lip. The stretch isn’t painful, and the discomfort is ebbing into something even better than his fingers had been.

I cling to him as he murmurs, “I’m going to move.”

Nodding, I close my eyes, giving myself over to it, to him.

If I thought the sensation of his fingers was intense, it’s nothing compared to feeling his cock thrusting in and out of me. It’s thicker, longer, and every single thrust presses against my prostate and makes pleasure zing up my spine.

My mouth opens in breathless moans.

I wrap my legs around his waist, like a wanton whore, and instinctively pull him back as soon as he pulls out.

I claw at his back, too, scratching and digging in to force him closer.

“My lamb, my boy,” Gabriel murmurs, bending in close to kiss my open mouth.

I keep raking my fingers down his back. I don’t know why I’m doing it. I don’t want to hurt him.

Then the first scent of copper hits the air, and my vision goes blurry with delirium.

Oh .

That’s why.

Gabriel slows and takes my wrist. I watch as he lifts my fingers to his mouth.

There’s blood under my nails.

And he simply licks it off, groaning deeply as he does.

“You like that, boy?” Gabriel asks, his eyes fixed on me. “My blood is yours, little lamb. Take all that you want.”

Before I can stop myself, I bring my hand up to my lips, and I suck on one of my fingers. The metallic taste explodes over my tongue, and a full-body shudder runs through me.

Is this the taste of sin or salvation?

I’d thought I couldn’t possibly get hard again, but my cock is trying.

“You’re testing my patience,” Gabriel says as he thrusts in again. “I was going to be sweet and gentle with you, lamb. But you show me this, the fire underneath those innocent eyes? Maybe you aren’t a lamb after all. Maybe you’re a wolf.”

A wolf.

No, I’m not a wolf.

But I think he might be right that I’m not a lamb either.

“You’re the wolf,” I tell him, but I lick another finger clean before tentatively returning my hands to his back. I feel the blood now, slick and slippery. I hadn’t thought my nails were that sharp, but I’ve done enough damage to where I should be worried he might get angry at me.

But he’d told me to take all I want, and I trust what he says even though I shouldn’t.

I scratch him again, and Gabriel only moans, thrusting harder into me. I shudder in turn, and it becomes an addictive interplay. Every scratch makes him move faster, harder, which makes my nails rake sharper down his back. I smell the blood, I taste it?—

And Gabriel kisses it off my lips as his heat floods me.

It’s the lava of hell, filling me up and burning my innocence and purity away.

There’s no time for regret, not here, not now.

There’s only room for us .

Gabriel takes my cock in his hand and starts stroking it. I didn’t even realize I was completely hard again. I still feel oversensitized from my last orgasm, but it’s so good too. I thrust into his hand, chasing a second release.

“Come on, boy,” Gabriel murmurs. “Come for Daddy.”

My breath catches, and I know it won’t be long before I’m spilling into his hand, just as I had all over my own chest what feels like mere moments ago.

This time when my climax takes me, the sound I make is more like a desperate wail.

Gabriel releases my cock and presses closer, stifling my wail with his mouth. I cry into him, clutching his blood-slicked back harder even as his cock softens and slips out of me.

“Beautiful,” Gabriel murmurs when my cries subside. “My perfect little lamb.”

In the wake of so much pleasure, I can only cling to him for a moment before my limbs go boneless and I collapse against the bed.

I’m not sure what to say, too afraid that anything I might utter will shatter this perfect moment, so I don’t say anything at all.

Instead, I only gaze up at him, then I reach up with one bloody hand to touch his cheek.

It smears crimson across it, and I wonder how many times his face has gotten touched by blood as he kills.

He smiles at me, blood and all.

With a sinking pit in my stomach, I realize my mistake.

I gave the Devil the key to my soul.

And I don’t know if I want it back.