Page 9 of Death Kiss

‘I need it,’ I whimper, rocking my hips to feel him graze me deep inside. ‘Fuck me until the fear becomes pleasure. Until the darkness becomes light.’

A throaty moan comes from his black mask. ‘I’m going to fuck you until you see hell, baby.’

My fingers claw at the covers as he splits me with a series of harsh thrusts.

‘Fuck me like I belong to you.’

Liam lifts the knife and presses it against my throat. ‘You do belong to me. Every hair. Every freckle. Every breath. Mine.’

The blade unravels a new level of delirium in me. Because I trust him. I know he’ll never hurt me. Yet, the bite of metal sends pure lust flowing between my thighs.

Liam moves, dragging me onto all fours facing the mirror.

It’s one thing to be fucked, and a whole other layer of filth to watch someone fuck you. My moans fill the room as Liam thrusts two fingers deep inside me, pulling my chest upright with the back of his knife-filled hand.

‘Look at you. Fucking soaked. You love to be treated like a slut, don’t you?’

‘Only by you,’ I breathe, my core tightening.

‘If anyone else ever dares to touch you, I’ll skin them piece by piece and add them to that damned well.’ Pure possessiveness fills his voice as he slides his cock in along with his fingers, my body trembling violently at the intense stretch. ‘This is mine. Say it.’

‘It’s yours.’ He presses the knife against my throat, and I almost lose control, pleasure overwhelming my senses.

‘What is mine?’

‘My cunt. My ass. My mouth. Everything.’

‘Your heart?’ There’s an underlying pain in the words. From the scenes at graduation.

‘Always.’

‘Look at what you do to me. I’m so fucking obsessed with you that it’s painful.’ The blade glints at my throat while those pink hearts stare at me. ‘Watch as you come all over my fingers and dick with a knife to your throat. See what we are.’

I’m no longer the girl talking to toads, nor is he the boy collecting heart-shaped pebbles. Our love is dark, and stained, and sharp, and perfect.

A torrent of pleasure floods me as he fucks me with abandon, stretching me until I wince, the knife pressing hard at my pulse. Quakes take over, and Liam laughs against my ear, the mask pressing into my cheek.

‘Show me, pretty girl. Show me how much you love this.’

It’s like my core explodes as I come, wave after wave of bliss rendering me lost in his grip. With a deep, throaty, animalistic groan, he joins me in a tangle of lust, filling me with hot cum.

His hips continue to arch, slamming his dick into me until there’s nothing left in either of us. We collapse onto the bed, the knife clattering to the floor. Liam peels off his mask and pulls me into a slow, steady, passionate kiss.

It takes a while before my heart rate comes down, and I can find any words that make sense.

‘Are you okay?’ I ask.

Liam rests his head against mine and sighs. ‘Yes. I think so. Are you?’

‘Dripping like an old tap all over the bed.’

The smile that crosses his lips warms me. ‘Don’t you worry about it; I’ll change the covers while you clean yourself up. Your neck's a little red, though.’

He soothes the mark with his lips.

‘I guess we’re both a bit fucked up,’ I say.

‘Teensy bit. But at least we have fun.’