He started to move faster, his skin slapping against mine while I felt him move the knife along my back.
It didn’t make me nervous anymore, seeing as he was just dragging it along my skin, careful not to cut me.
As his thrusts got harder, the tip of his knife felt sharp along my spine, but I figured it was because the skin there was much thinner.
I kept my eyes shut, gripping the rope I was tied to the headboard with to hold on tight.
“You’re mine,” he repeated, not able to stop telling me, but I loved hearing his voice all rough and breathless.
He was mine too, and I was certain that this wasn’t a dream.
This was real, and I had never felt anything remotely as beautiful as this.
25
Whenever the blade ran down my spine, sharp shocks of pain moved through my body, but from the numbing pressure he was causing as he fucked me with his hardness, I didn’t realize what was really happening on my back.
I didn’t care, as long as he didn’t stop.
His groans got louder, but he tried to keep them low so we wouldn’t wake the others up, and my moans had died down already, being too weak to even make a sound.
“I’m gonna come inside of this tight pussy and mark you. No one will ever fuck you other than me, Ves.”
I didn’t want anyone else anyway.
Fennec was it for me.
“Please,” I begged, my voice cracking and eyes too heavy to open.
As good as he made me feel, I didn’t feel as if I was able to come a second time, but his thumb inside my asshole sent sparks throughout my body.
His cock throbbed again, and with only a few more thrusts, he stopped moving and shot his load deep inside of me.
I felt his cum fill me and mix with my blood, and when he started to move again, my body relaxed.
“Fuck me. Stay like this, sweet girl,” he told me, and once he pulled his cock out of my pussy, he chuckled softly. “So damn beautiful. Your blood mixed with my cum. We’re one, Vespyr. So fucking pretty,” he whispered, then I felt him move and lean over me.
Seconds later, I felt his tongue lick from the bottom of my spine all the way up to the top, making my skin burn slightly.
What has he done to me with that knife?
My breathing relaxed, and when his mouth was back on my pussy, my back arched again.
He was licking between my folds to taste what he had created with my blood and his cum.
“I want a taste too,” I told him, licking my lips in anticipation of tasting what he was tasting.
“Dirty little slut,” I heard him mutter, and after one more lick through my slit, he made me turn onto my back to lean over me.
He had put the knife away, but I was positive that he had left some marks now that my back was pressed against the bed.
His mouth was dirty, my dark blood lighter than usual thanks to his cum.
“You’re starting to enjoy all this, huh? I knew you’d be perfect for all my twisted fantasies.”
He leaned in, kissing me passionately and letting me taste the mix of our fluids clashing together.
It didn’t taste good at first, but I made myself like it, knowing this wouldn’t be the last time tasting it.
I felt good about what we did, and Fennec was happy too.
No reason for us to ruin anything.
His tongue danced with mine and his left hand moved down to my pussy again, rubbing my clit gently.
“We gotta clean ourselves,” he mumbled into the kiss before breaking it.
I nodded, agreeing with him as our eyes met.
He brushed the tip of his nose against mine in a gesture of appreciation and adoration, and after one quick peck to my lips, he got up from the bed to untie me.
“You cut me,” I said, the burning sensation growing now that he wasn’t touching me anymore.
He didn’t reply.
Instead, he put the rope, used tape, and knife back on my desk and walked into my bathroom.
“Come take a shower with me, Vespyr,” he said, and after admiring his backside for a moment, I pushed myself off the bed and followed him into the bathroom to stand next to him in front of the mirror.
I turned, wanting to see what my back looked like.
“Oh, my God,” I gasped as I saw the small cuts along my spine. “Fennec,” I whispered, looking at him through the mirror.
“It didn’t hurt, did it?” he asked, stepping in front of me now and turning my head to look up at him.
“No, but—”
“It felt good then.”
My eyes stayed on his the whole time, and I slowly nodded, realizing what he was trying to say.
“Yes, it felt amazing,” I whispered, smiling up at him and placing my hands on his naked chest.
Fennec had always had a muscular body thanks to all the work he did in the forest, but his shoulders were even broader now, and the muscles on his stomach were more toned.
“Good.” He leaned in and kissed me, his hands cupping my ass before he moved them right up along my spine.
It burned, but it made me deepen the kiss and press against him with my arms around his neck.
This was a different side of him which I liked slightly more than his dark one, but him being all sweet and gentle wasn’t something I had gotten in the past few weeks from him.
I didn’t want this moment to end.
I pushed my hands into his hair and wrapped my fingers around his curls, tugging on it gently as he moved his hand back to my ass.
He massaged it with both hands, making me sigh into the kiss and arch my back again.
He tilted his head more to the left, pushing his tongue into my mouth and deepening the kiss to show me how loving he could be.
Even if I didn’t need his protection in this house, I loved how he made me feel safe no matter where we were.
Here, in the treehouse, or in the wilderness.
Wherever he was, I was happy.
Fennec’s tongue left my mouth and he kissed me slowly with only his lips touching mine, giving me small pecks and tilting his head to the right.
He definitely knew how to kiss, and by being so insanely gentle, he had the ability to make me fall even more in love with him.
When he broke the kiss, I kept my eyes closed for a moment and licked my lips before pressing them together tightly to relish the taste he left.
“Let me clean you,” he whispered, placing a kiss on my forehead and then grabbing my hand to pull me into the shower.
“You’re not regretting this,” he said, and I quickly shook my head.
“Not one bit.”
“Good. Me neither.”
But I knew that already.
There wasn’t much Fennec regretted.
In fact, I didn’t think he ever regretted anything he’s ever done before.
*
I woke up early the next morning, my back still stinging whenever I moved, but with Fennec’s arms tightly around me, the pain soon vanished.
I turned to face him, with our legs tangled and our bodies pressed against each other.
The sun wasn’t out, and there were no noises coming from Mama’s bedroom or the kitchen.
I eyed Fennec’s face closely and took in his handsomeness.
His lips were still a little swollen from all the kissing last night, but there was no more blood staining his skin.
He had left marks on me.
Not only mentally, but physically too.