Chapter 31

THIRTY-ONE

Laura

T he sound of the bedroom door clicking woke me. I rolled over, expecting Phoenix to be beside me, but found the bed empty.

Sitting up, I glanced to my left. I shrieked when Phoenix filled the door, his torso dripping in red.

He moved forward climbing onto the bed and coming toward me, his face breaking into a grin.

‘Oh my god! Phoenix!'

Pressing bloodied fingers to my cheek, he tipped my face up to his. His mouth opened, his torn lips leaking afresh as he did.

‘Laura,' his voice was a croak, stiff and broken.

Beautiful. His one word was music to my ears.

‘Phoenix,' I whispered, hardly believing what he'd done. Jagged, torn flesh bleeding with every movement of his mouth. Lifting my fingers, I deftly placed them against his chin, scared the touch would hurt him.

‘Why did you do it like this?' I asked.

His eyes darkened, fingers scooping my chin and pulling my mouth closer to his.

‘I couldn't… wait another… minute without knowing… what you taste like.'

Heat filled me at the urgency in his words, at the sheer desperation within them.

Our mouths met in coppery embrace, his tongue tentatively seeking mine. It should have disgusted me, but I opened my mouth wider, tasting him, drowning myself in his desire.

I hadn't realised how much I'd been holding back. How much I craved kissing. Whimpering, he slid his mouth down my throat, his teeth grazing against my pulse. I fell back into the pillows, giggling as he pushed my nightshirt up, sinking his teeth into one of my nipples. The giggle turned into a yelp, until he soothed the pain with the flat of his tongue.

A deep groan vibrated against my nipple, and it sped through me, hitting me right between the thighs.

‘Oh my god,' I moaned, threading my fingers into his hair. He left a stream of red wherever he touched, a visible marker of him on my skin.

Hot breath caressed my wet pussy as he moved between my legs, spreading me wide.

‘Laura, you have no idea the depth of my obsession with you.' Phoenix's voice was deep, the cracked resonance tinged with a Scot's accent. I hadn't even considered he'd be Scottish, despite spiriting us away to an island way up north. It was a voice I could listen to forever. ‘I have craved feeling you against my tongue since the moment we met. I have inhaled your scent but been denied your taste for too long. You are going to be my first feast. The taste I've longed for more than any fucking food on God's green earth.'

‘Please?' I whimpered, his breath taunting me with every word.

A rich chuckle sounded against my clit, and I could have sworn I'd died and gone to heaven.

‘I love it when you plead,' he said, his tongue grazing against the spot right above where I needed him.

‘I need you.' I pushed my fingers further into his hair, trying to press his mouth down on me. Blood dripped from his newly fashioned lips, reddening my cunt.

It was dirty, and yet, made me so fucking horny I was practically humping his face in desperation.

‘My perfect, needy little slut. Open and ready for me.'

Fuck me. If he'd driven me to the point of burning down his house without a mouth, he was going to kill me with one.

The first tentative stroke of his tongue made my world spin on its axis. The growl of need he gave disjointed me from reality entirely.

Clinging onto his hair, I whimpered, not sure if the way he slid against me was from his blood or my wetness.

‘Fucking delicious,' he grumbled against me, his breath hitching.

Tenderness fled. He pressed his mouth against me, not caring about any pain he felt. Lashing with his tongue, sucking me into his hot, wet mouth, sliding two fingers inside me and roughly fingering me. There was no sweetness. Lust fuelled us both.

My hips crashed upward, meeting every wild stroke of his tongue. He ate like a ravenous beast, devouring my cunt with a fervour that only stoked my desire further.

Moans and whimpers filled the cabin, growls and curses following.

‘I could live right here,' he moaned, sliding a third finger inside me.

I lost any semblance of control I may have had. Blood coated and panting, he tipped me over the edge. I came hard against his face, wetness flooding us both. My chest was so tight I worried it might explode as I clenched my thighs and rode his tongue, desperately seeking out every last drop of the pleasure he inflicted upon me.

My limbs turned to jelly, flopping on the bed as I sought to gain my breath.

Phoenix had other plans.

He didn't stop. Wrapping his arms around my hips, he held me tight, sucking my clit back into his mouth.

It was torturous having already orgasmed.

‘I can't,' I whispered, gripping fistfuls of blanket. ‘It's too much.'

‘You will,' he moaned, face stuffed between my still quaking thighs.

‘Phoenix,' I breathed, trying to wriggle free.

There was no escaping the onslaught of his tongue. Sensation overwhelmed me and I fought to overcome it. But I had little choice. Phoenix was a man possessed.

‘You are going to spend the entire morning as my breakfast. I'm going to make you squirt on my tongue again and again until neither of us can take any more.' His voice was gruff and commanding, making my stomach fill with butterflies.

‘I don't think I can take any more,' I said, a whorl of pleasure already peaking .

He pushed a fourth finger inside me before grinning up at me with his slash mouthed smile. ‘You'll take a whole lifetime of it, my little ember.'

His nickname for me fell over me as he pried another orgasm from my sweat and blood caked body. I screamed, tugging at the bedsheets while he doubled down with his tongue against my clit. My vision blurred and my breath ceased as the pleasure peaked, another gush of hot liquid flooding the bed around us.

‘Phoenix,' I cried, my whole body quaking uncontrollably.

That rugged laugh met me, right against my soaked pussy.

‘Saying my name like that only fuels me, baby. Now, come for me again, my fiery one. Soak us both in your need.'

Within minutes, he had me back at the precipice, both begging for more, and crying with overwhelm.

Soon the orgasms rolled into one long rollercoaster, draining my body until I was nothing but a limp, useless form on the bed. Only then did he climb into bed, spooning me as I spaced out.

His hard dick filled me, and I sobbed from how swollen my pussy had become, from the height of the emotions he'd wrung from me.

‘Sweet Laura,' he crooned as he thrust tenderly inside me. ‘My perfect cumwhore. You want me to fill you up don't you?'

Through tears I stuttered. ‘Yes.'

‘You are mine,' he growled against my neck, his hips crushing into my ass as he inhaled me fully. ‘And I'm going to make sure I never leave you unsatisfied. I'll fill you until you fucking burst.'

My head swam, his words both thrilling and soothing. Never had I felt a man so obsessed with me. Me?! My imperfect body drove him to this level of compulsion. How?

‘And one day, I'm going to fill you with so much cum, you'll grow round with my children. I'll make you my wife, then breed you. We'll grow a perfect little family.'

The words made me hot. They shouldn't have. I wasn't an animal to be bred upon his whim. But the idea of him fucking his babies into me made a dirty coil of pleasure curl inside.

‘Not yet,' I murmured, turning my head to meet his torn lips, not caring when they smeared mine with a fresh layer of scarlet.

‘No, not yet. I'm going to be selfish with you first. Spend years with you all to myself. Finding out every way I can make you see stars with my tongue, my fingers and my cock. You'll scream a thousand orgasms to the stars before I breed you, but when I do, you'll spread those thighs and take it like a good girl, won't you?'

Fucking hell.

I couldn't even answer, because with a violent scoop of his hips, he was filling me with hot streams of cum, and I fell right over the edge with him again, my pussy convulsing so hard it stopped him even being able to thrust.

He was right.

I was all his.