Page 100 of Taste of Blood

I fumble with his sweatpants, pushing them down over his hips so his cock can spring free, already hard. Already leaking for me.

He breaks the kiss, his mouth hovering over my ear.

“Is this what you want, Cord?”

Don’t think. Don’t question. Just feel.

“Fuck. Yes, I want you, Ash. In me, on me, around me.”

God, we’re doomed.

“Ordinarily I wouldn’t want the world seeing what’s mine, but I want to fuck you in front of the city right now.” He turns me around, pushing the side of my face into the glass and sticking two fingers in my mouth.

“Suck.”

I do as he says, wetting them well, then he pulls them out and shoves them into my ass, finding my trigger spot and sending sparks shooting in front of my eyes.

“No lube.”

“Just do it,” I groan, pushing my ass against him.

He presses his crown against my hole, then leans close, whispering in my ear. “No regrets, right?”

I know what he’s asking. Every time we’ve fucked, I’ve ghosted him afterwards, lost in my own head. Fighting the inevitable. I can’t promise I won’t do it again.

“I’ll try.”

“That’ll have to do,” he sighs.

He buries himself in me in one powerful stroke. Pain and pleasure become blurred as I fight to get my breath. The only thought running through my head is, this is how I want to die.

And then he starts to move, his hips pumping against me, his cock dredging my channel. Bottoming out then pulling almost all the way out. Slow and steady until I beg him to fuck me harder. To hurt me.

“Oh baby,” he grunts as he plows into me. “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

He reaches around to take my cock in his hand, jerking it in rhythm with his thrusts while his teeth tease at my neck.

“Have you fed tonight?” he murmurs.

The question pulls me out of my head. I think back to the bag of blood I had in the cell. Not live, but I’ve gotten by on less.

“I’m good.”

He tsks in my ear then drives his teeth into my flesh. I throw my head back, giving him access as he drinks from me. My cock swells as his hand works its magic, his own cock dragging against my prostate over and over again until I can’t see straight.

“I’m close,” I gasp.

He pulls his mouth away from my neck and finds mine in a bruising kiss. I taste my blood on his tongue as my orgasm crests over me, decorating the window with my cum. He follows right behind me, banging me against the glass as liquid heat fills my ass.

He rests his chin on my shoulder, his hot breath stroking my ear.

“I wasn’t going to do that tonight,” he says after a minute.

I chuckle. “Since when?”

He wraps his arms around me, holding me close. “I was going to give you space. Let you come to me.”

“I don’t think that’s possible with us.” I turn around in his arms and kiss the tip of his nose. “I guess this is who we are.”