Page 9 of Frost Bite
No. I cannot live like this. “And what about what I want?”
He pulls the strap tighter around my neck as he glares down at me with his dark brown eyes. “I don’t care what you want.”
I fight the urge to cry again. That only seems to arouse him more. Instead, I go limp. “Fine. You want to do your worst. I will do my least.”
A smirk forms on his lips. “Is that a challenge, little doe? Because I can promise you, I will win.”
I take shallow breaths, desperate not to lose consciousness as the strap threatens to steal what little air I have left. I will not let my body react to his touch if I can help it. I turn my head and pick a spot on the wall to focus on. The wood is rotting like the floors, and vines from the tree outside grow into it. As if theforest is trying to reclaim this man-made cabin and return it to its original form.
War chuckles as he hovers his lips over my shoulder. “I think I’ll call your bluff.” Without warning, he sinks his teeth into my shoulder.
I let out a raspy yelp as a searing pain shoots down my arm. “Are you mad?” My heart races with adrenaline. But the pain soon subsides, and a spasm flickers inside me.
He sucks on the wound, moaning as he laps at my broken flesh. “I’m hungry for your agony. I want to taste every sweet and bitter inch of you.”
The longer his tongue works its way over my feverish skin, the more I start to come alive. Why didn’t anyone warn me that this could happen to a woman? That we could feel such pleasure and pain at the same time?
He continues to bite and nibble at my flesh as he makes his way across my breasts, then down my belly. Every little nip feels like a thousand needles pricking me until he’s moved on to the next spot, and the one before tingles with longing for more.
I’m irrevocably broken. Damaged. I bring shame to my family and to my village. For this tension between us is palpable. This exquisite pleasure that I cannot deny.I’m a traitor to myself.
He hums to himself while he licks and sucks and scrapes his teeth against my most tender spot. If my hands were free, I’d lose them in his long black hair. I’d use his strands to anchor me like reins on a horse. Sweat beads down my back and thighs as I pump my hips as an offering.
“Please. I-I’m begging you,” I stammer.
“I like hearing you beg. Looks like you’re not so pious after all, little doe.” He sinks his teeth into my thigh and bites down hard.
I jerk, my hips arching as I cry out. But my voice is hoarse, lost in the breath I cannot seem to claim. The movement tightens my restraints and sends a rush of blood to my head. Stars and black spots dot my vision.
He moans against my leg. “I’m going to mark every inch of you.”
I can barely keep my eyes open. I feel as if I’ve been drugged. “Please… untie… me. I-I need…”
He thrusts his tongue inside my pussy and flicks against a spot so deep and tender, I buck.Oh gods. As I pant in ecstasy, I no longer care if I live or die. If this is the last sensation I ever feel, then I will accept my fate.
He draws out and licks his lips. “I’ll release you after you’ve soaked my mouth.” He thrusts back in, plunging the entire length of his tongue inside me.
A fervent tingling spreads throughout my entire body, and just like before, like it was with Conquest, my pussy pulsates, each wave of pleasure crashing into the next, growing in size like the swell of a violent ocean. I clench around him and claw at the bedposts I’m tied to, leaving scratches on the wood like a wild animal.
He chuckles as I come undone, knowing that he’s the one who’s made me feral. As he thrusts harder and faster, my orgasm peaks. I squeal and grip his head between my thighs when the rush of pleasure consumes me.
He tucks his arms underneath my legs and raises me higher, giving himself a better angle to go deeper. And then he swallows my cum, savoring it like it’s the finest honey mead.
“You taste like innocence lost. My favorite kind. Mmm.” He moans as he continues to lap at my folds, nipping and sucking my swollen flesh between his lips and teeth, caressing the marks with his rough tongue.
He tightens the belt around my neck as I fall apart for him. But instead of panicking, I roll my hips, surrendering to this state of euphoria. The fight has left me. My ache for him grows stronger as I grind against his face, giving him access to every part of me.
Breathless, my vision darkens. But just as I’m about to accept my demise at the hands of this vile creature, a whoosh of air rushes back into my lungs.
I gag, choking as he pulls the strap away from my neck. My body convulses, the spasms he’s forced on me still continue to wreak havoc, my clit throbbing.
War frees my wrists. They fall to my sides, numb, all strength leaving them as the blood rushes back in.
He watches me closely, his eyes flitting over every inch of my ravaged body. “You’re beautiful when you suffer. I admit, it was hard to resist letting you slip into the darkness forever. I’m still not convinced you are the one. But Famine and Death would have my head. And I’m in no mood for their wrath.”
My throat and chest burn as I gulp for air, desperate to feel my lungs expand again. A strangled cry escapes past my lips. “You should have let me die…”
He arches an eyebrow, his satisfied smirk fading. “I have taken many human lives. They struggle and fight till the very end, never accepting their fate. Why do you have such a craving for death? It seems as if you welcome it.”