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“You need more of it on you. Take off your shirt, Luv. Give me your body.”
His command sets me into motion, my hands grasping the bottom of my shirt and ripping it over my head. I don’t even wait for him to demand my bra comes off too, my hands instantly reaching for the clasp behind my back.
Cole devours my every movement, biting his lip in that sexy as fuck way, driving me nuts. The moment I’m naked, I lunge for him, completely forgetting that we’re in a car with obstacles. My knee painfully hits the middle console, making me yelp.
Rubbing my hand over the smarting area, I catch Cole shaking his head. Something about it irritates me. “What?” The question comes out a little more snippy than I mean for it, but not entirely undeserved. I should expect it from the asshole, though.
“You’re not wearing enough blood,” he says. At the same time, his hand swipes through the trails of red on our victim’s chest, collecting it, then he rubs his palms together, spreading the stickiness over them.
When he feels he’s coated them to his satisfaction, he reaches out for my breasts. Palming each of them, he lifts them, weighing them before swiping his thumbs over my nipples. Red smears against my skin, starting dark before tapering off like a paintbrush running out of paint.
Simply watching the sight has my nipples pebbling tightly, almost to the point of pain if it wasn’t for his thumbs rubbing back and forth, spreading more of the blood onto my skin. It’s an odd choice for lubricant, but I can’t say it doesn’t turn me on more.
“Kneel on the back seats facing me and spread your legs. I want to see how much you’re dripping for me.” His words cause a fresh wave of desire to ripple through my body, my cunt clenching on nothing, making me feel how wet I’ve become without realizing it. My inner thighs are soaked, something that becomes more obvious with my legs spread.
“Cole,” I whimper, needing his hands back on me, if not his cock thrusting, filling me, stretching my walls deliciously.
His eyes fixate on my apex, and I swear my clit tingles with his attention. He dips his hands, collecting more blood from the stab wound inflicted due to my impatience to have him. Then he leans between the seats and grips my hips, his hold tight and possessive, branding me with her blood. He doesn’t keep his hands there for long, moving them over my legs until he’s between my thighs, mixing my desire with the ruby collection on his hands. His palms glide over me, making a pink mess as he continues to spread it along the outside of my legs to my ass, gripping me with both hands.
I don’t have time to process everything he’s doing before he’s moving on to the next thing. He kisses a trail from the bottom of my stomach all the way to my breast, where he flicks his tongue against my nipple, teasing the tip, a distraction before he bites it. Then he’s kissing me again, marking a trail to my neck.
“Help me move her body. I need you in this front seat where I can reach you better,” he whispers in my ear, moving to nibble on my lobe.
“Yes,” I gasp out, the word threatening to choke me with how quickly I try to force it out. I need him. Every bit I can get, which will only be better from that position.
Breaking away from him, I grasp the body under her arms, tugging at her weight before Cole even has a chance to help me. Her body barely moves. That is until Cole has her by the knees helping me to unceremoniously dump her in the back seat.
I barely rub my hands through her blood before Cole has his hands around my thighs, his fingertips under my ass cheeks. He tugs me toward him and my hands automatically dart out, gripping him by the shoulders to make sure I don’t hurt myself as he tosses me in the front seat.
With his arms on either side of my head, Cole hovers above me, touching me as little as possible. His attempt at teasing me doesn’t work. I simply run my hands from his shoulders, over his pecs and down his abs, leaving behind my own work of art on his skin.
Watching the trail of red spread across his sculpted body sends fire throughout my body, making me burn brighter for him than I ever have before.
“Kiss me,” I demand, wrapping my arms around him, drawing him to me, closing the distance slower than I want.
I’m not sure how the bastard is able to hold on to his control, refusing to abandon his teasing. How is he not burning as brightly for me as I am for him? His lips graze over mine, making them tingle. It’s not until I whimper and dig my nails into his back that his hold breaks, drowning me in the rush of his passion.
Cole’s kiss is like meeting the wrong end of a razor blade. Sharp and painful, biting into my skin like it was made for destruction. Settling his weight on his elbows, his fingers trail through my hair, starting at the base of my scalp until he has a sufficient hold where he tightens his grip until there’s a tug pulling on the strands. It creates a perfect harmony with the battle his lips wage.
His body settles between my legs, his jeans chafing against my tender thighs. Wanting to feel the velvety softness of his hard cock in my palm, I reach for his pants. The button of his jeans moves through the eyehole like they’re wanting off as much as I want them gone. The zipper is barely all the way down before I’m desperately using anything I can to help push them down along with his boxers.
Moving his hands along either side of my neck, I feel the remnants of the splattered blood smear, allowing his touch to glide across my skin with little resistance. I know he’s doing it on purpose as his thumbs draw circles right below my clavicles, trailing his designs across my skin, making me into his living canvas.
One of his hands reaches above our heads, and when it comes back into my vision, I find a fresh coat of glistening crimson covering his fingers.
“Are you turned on for me, Raven? Will I find your pussy wet and ready for me?” He moves his hand between us, holding it above my pussy as his hips arch to give space for it. His cock bobs in the air, hard as steel, ready for me with a glistening tip covered in precum.
“You know I am,” I pant out, wanting him to touch me, to do something to relieve the building pressure in my body. “You felt how wet my thighs are. What would have changed in the last few minutes?”
“Always with the sass. Maybe I shouldn’t give you what you want. I’ll just use this to jack myself off and cover you with my come.” He holds his hand up, showing me the shining sheen of red. “Add to my masterpiece.”
“Cole. Please.” I brace a foot on the dashboard and roll my hips toward him, trying to force his hand on me.
“Please what, Luv? What do you need from me?” he coos. The words wash over my skin, making it feel tight. My nipples tingle, and my clit throbs.
I give into his order with a mewling sound that comes from the back of my throat. “Please fuck me. Make me come.” I pant, my chest heaving with a shortness of breath, need coursing through me, making me delirious.
He wiggles his fingers, drawing my attention to his hand once more. “You want me to use these fingers, Raven? The ones covered in blood from a woman we killed together?”
