Page 22 of Death Kiss

‘You’re getting good at this,’ I call after her.

‘Good at running from a terrifying slasher?’ she laughs, teasing.

‘Takes one to know one, and I prefer boyfriend, thank you.’ Jumping back to my feet, I go after her, very glad that her parents never venture into the woods. It’s like they’ll combust if they set foot outside a perfectly paved and manicured zone.

‘You don’t seem to be fucking me like my boyfriend does.’ The desire floats in her voice, reaching into my underpants and making me even harder.

‘You underestimate how difficult it is to run with a hard-on.’ My chest is starting to burn as we dodge and dive.

‘Poor you. I’ve got somewhere you can stick it if you can catch me.’

Fuck me, this woman.

‘I’ve caught men bigger than you,’ I grumble, jumping over a thicket after her.

‘Much older, though!’

Cheeky bint.

Finally, the dread I’ve been feeling loosens a little. Just enough for me to smile as I charge through the woods to catch my girl.

I don’t fall for her next feint, going the opposite way instead. I catch her and whoop in triumph before we both fall into the stream.

The wizard tree looks over us, but thankfully the frogs are engaged elsewhere.

I kiss Kat again, kneeling in the water where we first met all those years ago.

‘What do you need?’ I breathe against her mouth as the stream bubbles and twists around us.

‘Your best and your worst. Tire us out so we can go home and snuggle.’ Her voice is so sweet for how much she craves my darkness.

‘Do you want to heal or hurt?’ I ask, always worried I’ll go too far in the journey to touching her darkest parts.

‘They’re the same thing, Liam…’

Kat tugs my face to hers and kisses me with a slow, mind-altering speed which has me holding onto her like I’m going to be washed away by it. A sharp pain fills my mouth, followed by a metallic twang.

‘Did you just bite me?’ I ask, seeing the red of my blood dripping from her lips.

‘Healing and hurting, no?’

It’s just the way we are designed to be. To fill the spaces inside each other that are twisted and needy and dark.

There’s no more gentle.

I slide my hand beneath her dress and force her legs wide. She’s quivering by the time I touch her, sliding three fingers roughly inside her heat. With my other hand, I grip her throat, forcing her to look at me.

‘Look at you, Kat. Legs splayed in mummy and daddy’s garden, being fingered by someone they hate. And you're already so fucking wet for me, aren’t you?’

Her blue eyes widen in surprise, and I wonder if I’ve pushed in the wrong direction until she nods and whimpers, adjusting her hips to take my fingers deeper.

‘This is what you need. A stretch of your pretty little cunt every day. But it’s not my fingers you want really, is it?’ She shakes her head, though I know she’d happily let me finger her until the sun sets given half the chance. ‘No, you want cock, don’t you?’

‘Yes,’ she moans as I increase the pace of my hand, until the stretch makes her tremble in my hands, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts.

Dragging my fingers from her, I shove them in her mouth, pleasure building as she licks and sucks herself from my skin. There’s something deliriously addictive about seeing that, and I can’t help but kiss her immediately after, tasting her on her tongue. If only my panty coffee tasted so pure.

Turning her around, I push her onto all fours, release my cock, and shove it deep inside her in one harsh stroke. The sharp intake of breath tells me it’s got her close to that pleasure/pain spot she gets so high from.