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T he control Blade relinquishes sends a thrill down my spine, the power exchange deliciously intoxicating. It's hard to keep a coherent thought as his cock throbs inside me, but I manage to focus on the blade in my hand and the wild look in his eyes, hidden behind his mask.

“Red,” he moans, his fingers digging into my thighs so hard, I know I’ll have bruise marks. As I finish the last line on the W for my last name, he growls, grabbing my waist. He flips me onto my back, thrusting into me with a renewed sense of urgency and dominance.

“Blade,” I whimper, watching as trickles of blood from his chest drips onto my chest. The sight is oddly erotic, and my arousal skyrockets at the sight. My nails dig into his back, a mix of lust and pleasure painted on my face. His teeth sink into the crook of my neck as he continues to pound into me, each thrust sending waves of pleasure rippling down my body.

He lifts his head, staring into my eyes with a deep intensity. His fingers intertwine with mine, pressing our hands to the ground on either side of my head. I gasp as he thrusts deeper, hitting a spot that sends bolts of pleasure straight to my core.

He grunts, his voice strained as the pressure builds within him. I feel him throb inside me, his strokes growing shorter and erratic as he nears his peak. He moves a hand down between us, fingers finding my clit, and it's all I can do to hold off my orgasm.

"Blade," I plead, growing desperate for release. His fingers move faster, applying just the right amount of pressure that has me teetering on the edge. “Kiss me… please.”

He hesitates, his heavy gaze still locked with mine. He leans in slowly, deliberately. His masked face hovers inches above mine and for a moment, I think he'll deny me. But then he's pressing his lips to mine in a heated, desperate kiss. I moan into his mouth, the pressure building exponentially within me.

He breaks away from the kiss as his thrusts grow irregular, his breath catching in ragged gasps against my ear. "Come for me, Red," he orders roughly, his voice dark and commanding. I grip his biceps tightly, my nails digging into the muscle as an intense orgasm sweeps over me.

I scream out his name, my body arching off the ground as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. He lets out a guttural groan, his body tensing as he hammers into me one last time before collapsing onto me. His breathing is shallow and ragged against my neck, his body shuddering with the aftershocks.

For a few long moments, we lie there together under the stars, bodies intertwined and slick with sweat. Our heavy breathing and the quiet lapping of the lake water against its shore are the only thing to break the silence of the night.

Startling me, he pulls away abruptly, standing up to enter the house. I can’t bring myself to stand up yet, my legs feeling like jelly after my running through the woods and being used by the men.

I don’t know how long I lay there when I see Raven standing over me, a wide smile on his face. He is fresh from a shower wearing gray sweatpants and no shirt. He leans over and scoops me into his arms. “Hello there, beautiful. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

I lean into his chest, resting my head on his shoulder as he carries me into the house and up the stairs to my room. He enters the bathroom, which is dimly lit with candles, the bathtub already full, as he lowers me in slowly.

The warm water envelops me, a stark contrast to the cool night air from outside. Raven's eyes linger on me, his gaze heavy but not invasive. It was almost as if he was studying the array of marks that marred my skin, a silent observer.

“You like it rough, Red?” He breaks the silence, his voice husky.

How could I explain to him it wasn't about being rough, but about surrendering control and power? That there was something inexplicably arousing about letting someone else take the reins and trusting them not to hurt you? “Yes,” I decide to say instead, keeping it simple.

He grins at me knowingly before kneeling on the ground beside the tub. His hands work through my hair, massaging my scalp gently as he washes it. The feeling is both comforting and sensual, making me close my eyes in pleasure.

His fingers move down to my shoulders next, kneading the tense muscles there until they are puddles of relaxed flesh. His touch is both gentle and firm, each movement of his hands sending soothing waves down my body. His fingers trace over the marks on my skin, a silent confirmation of what had transpired earlier .

His touch gradually moves lower, tracing the curve of my breasts, his fingers circling around the sensitive buds. I shiver under his touch, my nipples hardening as a soft moan escapes my lips.

"Raven," I whisper, looking at him through half-lidded eyes. He looks into my eyes and nods in understanding, his fingers moving toward my lower belly.

His touch is electrifying as he explores my body. He washes away the blood and sweat, replacing it with an unexpected tenderness. His hands are warm and skilled, making me squirm under their ministrations.

As he focuses on cleaning me up, I revel in the sensation of being taken care of. After moments that felt like blissful eternities, Raven finally stands up and extends a hand for me. As I step out of the tub, he helps me dry off before leading me to the mirror. My eyes widen as I take in the sight of the DH Blade had carved into my skin. I trace my fingers over it gently as Raven watches.

He retrieves a first aid kit from the cabinet, his hands moving with gentle precision as he covers the wound with a bandage. I whisper a "thank you" once he finishes wrapping a towel around me.

He pauses before leaving, lifting my chin to press a tender kiss to my lips. Alone once again, I enter the bedroom to find a man's shirt waiting for me on the bed. The familiar scent of Blade fills my senses as I pull it over my head, dropping my towel to the ground.