GRAY
The taste of her blood on my tongue made me want to go feral. I wanted more of it, wanted to taste it always. I might not have had
the fangs or the physical cravings anymore, but that didn’t mean I did not desire the intimacy it brought with my witchling.
I straddled her chest, gripping my cock and guiding it to her lips. She pressed them tightly together, defiance shining in that challenging stare. She was still so angry with me, yet she couldn’t deny the need she felt either. The violence of the dance between us meant we could simultaneously want to bleed one another and want to fuck; two opposing storms crashing together.
We just had to hope we would remain after the rain.
“Open your fucking mouth, Witchling. It isn’t my blood you’re going to drink this time,” I said, smirking as her eyes flew wide. She opened her mouth to curse me out, and I used the opportunity to push inside. Willow grumbled around the head of my cock as I pushed toward her the back of her throat, slipping a hand beneath her head and angling her neck on the pillow so that I could get deeper.
She mumbled, fighting to get the words out. I didn’t allow it, never fully withdrawing from the haven of her warmth as I fucked her face. I didn’t need to hear the words to know what she said, the glare in her eyes only serving to make my cock harder.
You fucking asshole.
It was written all over her face.
I shoved deeper into her throat, not giving her the opportunity to swallow around me. She gagged, her eyes watering as that glare deepened. “Don’t pretend your cunt won’t be soaked by the time I give you my mouth, my love,” I said, my voice scolding as Willow swallowed and let me in.
I moved in unhurried thrusts, being gentler than I might have if I’d gotten her on her knees in front of me because of the angle.
She was at my mercy because she wanted to be, no matter what she might have tried to argue. The devious thing sucked as I pulled back out of her throat, allowing her to breathe.
“Fuck,” I groaned, the feeling of her taking what she wanted enough to torment me. I wished I could feel her nails digging into my ass, feel her pulling me closer and further into her. Instead I settled for shallow pumps, letting her work her magic with her tongue until I spiraled over the edge.
I slapped my palm against the wall, leaning forward as Willow sucked until I came. She kept her eyes on mine as she swallowed around me, letting me move within her mouth until I finished.
She was still seething at me when I pulled out of her mouth, staring down at the red, swollen flesh and sliding my way down her body. I settled between her hips, my softening cock pressing against her wet heat.
“See? You’re soaked,” I said, pressing a lingering kiss to her mouth before trailing a finger down between the valley of her breasts. With my immediate needs satiated, I took my time in drawing circles around her breasts and nipples, watching as goosebumps raised along her skin.
“Don’t be an asshole,” she hissed, squirming beneath my touch.
“I would never,” I said, feigning insult as I leaned forward, drawing her nipple into my mouth and biting it lightly. She arched her back beneath me as I gripped her other breast in my hand, the ample flesh spilling over as I squeezed.
I enjoyed every second of it as I kissed every inch of her chest and stomach, exploring every dip and valley and committing them to memory. I spent more time on her ribs, focusing on the spot where I’d stabbed her to pull Charlotte’s rib free. Her breath hitched as if she knew exactly what I was doing, and I didn’t miss the shift in her breathing or her anger.
This wasn’t the anger of righteousness, but the anger that came from deep, festering wounds that wouldn’t heal until she allowed me to soothe them. I might have done what I had to do to make sure she came out the
other side alive, but Willow would never forget that I could have merely chosen not to do it at all.
In time, she’d come to understand that it had been necessary for us to have a future, that I wouldn’t have been able to survive a lifetime knowing I loved her but unable to feel it. Like the faint memory of what love was after it had been lost, I knew Willow was important to me.
I just couldn’t feel the imprint of her on my soul until my soul and my heart were united in one body.
Trailing my lips down over her stomach, I pressed my thumbs into the little valley next to her hip bones, reveling in the way she squirmed. The spot was sensitive for Willow, like an easy button I could press to get her to spread her legs wider. She did just that, spreading for me as I settled more comfortably between her thighs and trailed my mouth over her.
I inhaled her scent, the unique combination of flora and woman that only Willow could achieve. Slipping a finger inside her, I chuckled when she clenched around it. “You’re being cruel,” she said, peering down at me as I leaned forward and touched my tongue to where my finger pumped inside her slowly. Dragging it over the length of her pussy, I made a slow, leisurely path to her clit.
Carefully avoiding the spot I knew that she wanted my touch more than anything, I explored every ridge and part of her. Dipping my tongue into it, kissing her flesh, I enjoyed the way she squirmed beneath me in an effort to angle me where she wanted. The scent of her blood grew stronger as she struggled, the shallow cuts at her wrist reopening with her movement.
“Gray, please,” she begged, ultimately giving me what I wanted. Willow could go rounds with me and fight me all she wanted during the day, but only one person was in charge once our clothes came off.
“You let him touch you,” I said, the words coming out more of a growl than anything. He’d had his hands on her neck, his mouth on hers.
And no matter what I knew about his temporary nature and waiting him out, I needed to erase the image of them from my mind. I could think of no better way to do it than to force Willow to admit she was mine.
“It was just a kiss,” she said, the quiet of those words betraying the emotion still lingering beneath the surface. Sex was a distraction for her, a way to separate herself from the things she wasn’t yet ready to admit to feeling. I wished I could say that she was only keeping them secret from me, but I knew better than that.
Willow hadn’t even admitted them to herself yet.
“So is this,” I said, pressing my mouth to the flesh of her pussy gently. I didn’t give her what she wanted, earning a growl of frustration from her. “Would you want me to kiss another woman?”
“I’m going to fucking kill you for this,” she growled, her anger forcing her magic to respond. It pulsed along her skin, a tantalizing electricity I knew few could feel. When she put that much into it, the vines responded to her call, her blood satisfying them as they retreated back from her arms. She buried her hands in my hair, gripping me tightly as she glared down at me. “You ever touch another woman, and I’ll—”
“What? Throw her down the stairs?” I asked, smirking at my wife and the fury on her face.
“No,” she said, surprising me with a ruthless smile. “I’ll throw you down them, and then bury you alive.” She pressed me toward her center, angling me where she wanted me. With her admission of jealousy hanging between us, I gave her a brief reprieve of what she wanted. Wrapping my lips around her swollen clit, I sucked lightly as she bucked beneath me.
“Careful, Love. Jealousy like that would be hard to believe if you didn’t love me,” I said, murmuring it against her before I circled her with my tongue. Her cheeks pinked with her anger at being caught and what it implied, leaving me to chuckle as I brought her close to her orgasm. She trembled beneath me, her legs shaking at the side of my head as she came closer.
Then I stopped, staring up at her.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her eyes flying wide with panic. She was so wet and swollen and greedy, so desperate, as I crawled up to cover her body with mine. I didn’t give her my cock, staring down at her and pinning her still. There was no escape from my gaze, no retreating from the knowledge that I would see her.
“If you want to come, you’re going to have to admit you’re mine. Your vicious little mouth is mine,” I said, leaning forward to kiss her. She sank her teeth into my lower lip, drawing blood in a way that only made me harder. “You’re perfect little cunt is mine. All of you is mine, and the next time you let someone touch you, I will find a way to ensure you can never do it again. Is that understood, Witchling?”
Willow smiled, arching her back and dragging her hips up the bed. She rubbed her pussy along my length, attempting to tease me into giving her
what she wanted. When I didn’t give in, her brow tensed. “Gray.”
“Say the words, Willow,” I ordered, giving her no choice but to choose.
She could keep her pride and choose to come on her own, or she could just admit the truth, and I’d fuck her until she couldn’t breathe.
She cast her eyes down, staring at the maze she’d imprinted on my chest. I grabbed her chin, meeting her stare with mine in a way that communicated exactly what I wanted. She was mistaken if she thought I would accept her refusal and leave her alone.
I had every intention of tormenting her until she gave in.
I slipped my hand between her legs, grinding the heel of my palm against her clit and driving two fingers inside her. She whimpered, the defiance in her expression growing as she realized exactly what would happen if she didn’t give me what I wanted. I wasn’t above using her body against her, playing her like my favorite instrument until she played my favorite song.
“My body is yours,” she said, her lips peeling back from her teeth in something between a smile and a snarl.
“Oh no, Witchling. That is not what I asked for,” I said, continuing to play with her pussy. I leaned forward, burying my face in her neck and tormenting her with soft kisses and the brush of my tongue against her skin. She shivered, gasping when I sank my teeth into her skin. I wished I could break through; I longed for the intimacy of her blood flowing down my throat.
Her body sagged beneath me, obedience winning out in her desperation to come. Her devotion when she was beneath me pleased me, even if it was a hesitant admission.
The things that came easy in life were never worth as much as the victories that came through blood, sweat, and tears.
“I’m yours,” she said, her voice quiet even as she glared at me. She pressed at my shoulders, shoving me back with a burst of air that made me aware she wasn’t entirely in control. It helped pave the way as she twisted me to my back, coming down on top of me as she reached between us and guided me to her entrance. She slid her pussy down the length of my cock, enveloping me in her heat. She was so wet and ready from my torment that she sank as deep as she could on the first drop, settling herself against my groin as I stretched up and grabbed her by the back of the neck.
Yanking her toward me, I captured her mouth with mine as my witchling started to move. She took what she wanted, dancing her hips over me so that her clit ground against me with every thrust. She tightened around me within a few thrusts, her eyes fluttering as she whimpered into my mouth. I flipped her to her back, continuing to fuck her even when her thighs trembled, and she shoved a hand between us to try to stop me.
She was too sensitive when she came, needing a reprieve that I didn’t give her. I took everything she had to offer, fucking her through her orgasm and taking her hands in mine. I gathered them in the grip of one hand, pinning them above her head as my other hand slid behind her knee and shoved her leg high so that I could get deeper.
Her breasts bounced as I pounded into her, fucking her harder than before. Her body was more resilient, less fragile, and more able to meet me as she took it. Her nails dug into my hands, clawing at me when she came back from the torment of her orgasm. I finally released her, moving my hand to her throat and gripping her there. Her eyes widened for a moment as I restricted her breathing, but she didn’t fight off the possessive touch.
I leaned toward her, touching my forehead to hers as she reached around me and dug her nails into the flesh of my ass. Pulling me into her body harder, she encouraged the fury in my thrusts.
The determination to make sure that she felt me moving inside her for days drove me forward, slamming into her fast and hard. “Mine,” I growled, watching as her mismatched eyes flared.
She surged up, taking my lip between her teeth and nipping at it sharply enough to draw blood. The sound from her throat was more animal than human, drawing from the deepest instincts of our bond. “Mine,” she practically purred.
I thrust my free hand between our bodies, rubbing her clit as I fucked her. She moaned, her face going slack as she tossed back her head and arched her back. “I can’t,” she said, grasping my arm with one hand to stop me.
“Give me another, Witchling,” I said, ignoring her protest. I tightened my hand around her throat, cutting off her air as she sputtered beneath me.
Unrelenting, I fucked her and ruthlessly assaulted her clit, bringing her to the brink while she struggled to breathe. Her mouth opened without a sound coming out. Fear crossed into her vision, the moment where she wondered if she’d made a mistake.
Only when her eyes went lazy did I release her throat, watching as her lungs expanded with air. She screamed, clawing her orgasm into my back as I shoved deep into her and came, filling her with me.
She laid limp beneath me, her body lax and eyes closed as I pulled free from her. Her legs fell to the bed, spread wide for me to look down at her swollen, pink pussy. I touched my fingers to her, gathering the moisture that had followed my retreat and shoving it back inside her.
She flinched away from the touch, her body too sensitive as I shoved her legs wider and slid my fingers back into her. She closed them around my head, attempting to slide up the bed to avoid me as I carefully kissed her clit and fingered her.
My release saturated my fingers, easing the passage even as her body tried to expel me. “Gray, I can’t—”
“What’s wrong, Witchling? I thought you wanted to come?” I asked, my voice mocking as she stared down at me in shock.
“It’s too much,” she said, shaking her head.
“We’ll be done when I say we’re done, and not a moment before.” I smirked, lowering my head to her pussy all over again.
Willow wouldn’t sleep that night.
