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I struggle to grasp the fact that someone else makes her wet too, but I remind myself that this is for me right now. Her cunt glistens, beckoning me, and when she lets out a moan again, I snap.
Wrapping my arms around her knees, I rip her toward me, burying my face into her cunt. My tongue laps at her clit while her wet fingers lay forgotten on her thighs.
The mark on her thigh has stopped bleeding, but blood is smeared over her skin, making the words look like they have a neon glow. I run my tongue over the letters, tracing them as I slide my fingers into her eager body.
Avery rests her hand on the top of my head, pulling my hair into her fist. I growl against her thigh, the vibrations making her shiver.
I fuck her with my fingers rapidly, watching the expression on her face as she cries out with pleasure.
"Say my name," I grunt, feeling her cunt tighten around my fingers as her orgasm approaches. "Look at me and scream my fucking name."
Her eyes find mine, and when she sees me staring back at her, a loud cry falls from her lips, my name ripping from her throat. She spasms around my fingers but I don't ease up with my pace, the palm of my hand slapping against her skin.
As her moans start to fade, I pounce from the ground, covering her with my body. I don't give her a moment to catch her breath, slamming my cock into her still-pulsating cunt.
"Fuck!" she yells, throwing her head back. I groan—from her cursing and the feel of her squeezing my length.
My balls slap against her ass as I pound her mercilessly, Damon's bed rocking. I slap my hand on the wall behind the head of the bed to steady myself as Avery slides up the sheets from the force of our hips meeting.
"Who. Do. You. Belong. To?" I ask her between thrusts.
"You," she breathes out. "You, Grey."
"Damn fucking right," I growl in response, impaling her deep.
Avery reaches for my arms, digging her nails in as she tries to seek out some stability. I fuck her harder in retaliation, the bolts securing the bed to the floor snapping before the sound of metal on concrete screeches around the room.
I bunch up her hair in my fist, pulling her forward slightly for a kiss. She parts her lips automatically for my tongue, moaning into my mouth.
I spot something reflective on the bed by her leg, my hand letting go of her hair to pick up the razor blade. While fucking her perfect body, I drag the blade down the center of my chest, making a small cut. Blood rolls down between my pecs, dripping onto my stomach. I grab Avery's hand, positioning it over my chest.
Still fucking her, I press her finger into the cut, feeling the skin rip as the tip of her finger tears it. The pain is magical—burning, aching, fiery. It's everything that I need. I need her to hurt me as much as I hurt her.
"This is what you do to me," I breathe out, growling as her finger presses into my flesh harder. "You tear me apart from the inside out in the best fucking ways possible. You make me kill for you, you make me want to die for you. I'll burn this whole place down to ashes and paint you with them like the muse you are."
A tear slips down her cheek, but the faint smile on her face indicates that it's not pain causing it.
"I love you so much," she whispers.
Letting go of her hand, I reach for her clit, running my bloodied fingers over it. "Prove it. Come for me,my little killer."
Avery's gray eyes widen momentarily, before squeezing shut, the unmistakable tensing getting stronger. Her cunt squeezes around me, screams falling from her lips.
I fuck her through her climax, wiping blood over her pelvic bone. The sight of her covered in our mixed blood awakens something in me, an animalistic throaty growl ripping loudly from me as I thrust into her hard, falling over the edge as I spill inside her.
Not pulling out yet, I cup the nape of her neck, bringing her head up to kiss her swollen lips. I grip her face with my other hand, still buried in her.
"I meant what I said," I whisper to her between kisses. "I'll kill Whittingham. You tell me if he pulls any bullshit on you tomorrow."
Avery nods, brushing her forehead against mine. "Okay."
Reluctantly, I pull back, separating us. I know Damon will be back soon, and it's getting late. If I don't let her get some sleep, it will make things harder for her.
I don't want to let her go though. The thought of her going back to her room alone makes me want to rip heads off shoulders.
Reaching for her underwear and shorts, I slide them back over her legs, placing soft kisses along the inside of her thigh. After helping her with her shirt and bra, I pull my own clothes back on, noticing the red stains tarnishing the gray material.
Avery stands up from the bed, looking around. "Shit. Damon's bed," she mumbles in a panic.
