Page 192 of On Edge

“Well, this is why.”

She hisses when I make a tiny cut on her inner thigh and then kiss her there, tasting just how beautiful she is, and then lick and suck her pussy, smearing her blood over her entrance, until she’s gasping, her back arching, begging for more.

“Please, Troy.”

“What do you want, little finch, tell me?”

“Please, fuck me.”

I grin, though she can’t see it. “Not yet.”

She pulls against her restraints. “Mercy then, let her fuck me.”

Fuck, she’s amazing, and she’s all mine.

I tease the handle over her clit, and then rub the warm metal over her slick pussy. She moans and writhes, but there’s nothing she can do to stop me pushing inside with the razor.

I fuck her with the handle until her blood and juices are all over my hand, as she’s trying to ride it. Then I drag it out and tease the wet metal over her damp skin, over her stomach, up over her breasts, to her lips.

Her tongue darts out to taste herself.

I don’t deserve her, really, yet here she is. Just thinking about how I used to imagine having her here. In this house. In my bed, tied up like this…moaning my name.

I take my time with her. Map every curve and hollow like I’m memorizing her. My hands shake slightly as I trace her skin.

The reality is better than any fantasy.

“Please, I want to taste you.”

“You want my cock in your mouth, sweetheart?”

“Yes, that’s what I want.”

When I crawl up her body to kiss her, she’s desperate for me. I straddle myself over her face, and as soon as her lips wrap themselves around my shaft, I’m undone.

She sucks me hungrily, licking and sucking me down as I move my hips, grabbing her hair and holding her head while fuck her mouth.

But then I’m close. Too close.

“No, yet little finch, you’re going to make me come like that.”

I pull out and move lower, sucking her nipples, biting them as I position myself between her legs. She’s so slippery that the end of my cock nudges against her entrance. Sage angles her hips up, but I hold back.

“Troy, please. Stop teasing me.”

“You want me to fuck you now.”

“Yes, hard, please.” She’s panting now.

As I coat myself in her, running the length of me over her slit. I’m so hard for, I won’t last. So I need to get her as ready for me as I can so that when I fuck her, it won’t be long before she’s coming too, all over my cock.

I try to be gentle, but she whispers, “Fuck me now,” like she needs to feel the intensity of it.

I’m not gentle after that; I give her everything—the control I usually guard so carefully, the vulnerability I never show, the desperate love I’ve been carrying since that first night in the alley when Nell/Sage looked at me, and I knew she was the one.

She’s warm, so fucking warm as I push inside her and then bottom out, feeling that I can’t go any deeper. Then I pull out slowly, all the way. Then shove back in again, deeper, harder, taking care to suck her nipples and bite her neck so that every ram of hips drives her to the edge.

After that, I kick up a rhythm that has her arching into me, trying to move with me. There are no more words. Just the feeling of her skin against mine, warm and alive. Just the sound of her breathing, hitching when I drag my cock inside her just right. Just the perfection of being with her…