The Black Silk

Chapter 17

WARNING : 18+ // Spice level : Pretty bloody *if you know what I mean*

Satan himself was quivering at the very sight of what was about to transpire between us two. Adrian threw open the day with the force of a raging bull, I thought I heard the door crack into two, I tried peering past his broad shoulders giggling but a simple "Eyes on me, Cellina," was enough to shut any such attempts. I tried to squirm under his steel grip but letting me go was the last thing on Adrian de Luca's mind.

He threw me so hard on the bed I felt I was going to snap into two but before that could happen I felt myself crash into the solace of his muscular arms. His lips engulfed mine in a hungry embrace in the wink of an eye.

"You think I'm scared of a little blood?" he asked, his voice low and husky. Cellina could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her body responding to his touch. She shook her head, her eyes never leaving his. He'd dreamed of her for so long, imagined her beneath him, wrapped around his cock, crying out his name. Her aching pussy covered in her juices and blood was just another layer, another raw unfiltered element to the chemistry between them.

"Stand up" His voice thundered around the room. When Cellina showed a bit of hesitation, he took her platinum hair and wrapped his big palm around her tresses, and pulled her up leaving her out of breath and a little shocked, she had given Adrian the key it was only natural he would turn the lock full in.

"You do as I say, Cellina. Ok?" She nodded like a love-sick puppy. His hand without any prior warning slid between her thighs and between her gasping aching pussy. He took his finger and jammed it up her bloody cunt. Cellina whimpered in pain, of pleasure, and of her monthly cycle, it was a sensation she hadn't witnessed before. He took his fingers out of her throbbing vagina and brought it near his face.

Cellina looked at him as if he was a mad man but she was not prepared for what would happen next, he grazed that bloodied finger over his lower lip and then he knelt in front of her, his hands gripping her thighs, his thumbs brushing the edge of her shorts, never breaking eye contact even for once. "It's part of you," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "And I want all of you." His fingers slid higher, his touch firm but reverent, as if he were mapping the contours of her body for the first time. "Every part."

He was talking about her, all of her, the raw, unfiltered version that most men couldn't handle. But Adrian wasn't most men. He'd seen darkness, embraced it, and yet here he was, kneeling before her like she was the only light in his world.

His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he lifted her, pressing her against the wall. Cellina wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his back as she pulled him closer. She could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against her, a promise of what was to come. His hands slid up her thighs, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties, tugging them down with deliberate slowness. She stepped out of them, the fabric pooling at their feet, and Adrian growled against her lips, his hands gripping her ass, lifting her higher. Her blood was now dripping down her thighs mixed with her fluids and sweat.

"Tell me you want this," he demanded, his voice hoarse with need. "Tell me you want me to taste you, to feel you, to fuck you until you can't breathe."

Adrian's response was a primal sound, a growl that vibrated through her as he lowered her to the ground, his hands never leaving her body. He stepped back, his eyes raking over her, taking in the sight of her bare, her nipples tight peaks against the lace of her bra, the flush of her skin, the evidence of her period staining her thighs. It was a sight that would've sent most men running, but Adrian's gaze darkened with hunger.