Page 150 of To Have and to Stalk
“I trust you,” I said.
Calder’s eyes crinkled, soft—but only for a moment. Something wild lit his gaze again, but it was contained, like a controlled burn versus a wildfire.
No sooner had I felt the steel leave my pussy than something ribbed and plastic slid inside me.
I gasped at the invasion, arching into it, grasping Calder’s shoulders.
Thehandle.
“Do you know how hard it was not to fuck you with this at the graveyard?” Calder thrust up inside me, angling the handle. “Your perfect ass in my face, squirming like youwantedit.”
“I did,” I gasped. “I do.”
His jaw tightened, and he fucked me harder. My head lolled to the side, and something red caught my eye.
Blood.
Calder was holding thebladeas he fucked the handle into me. Crimson rivers streamed down his wrist.
I stilled.
“Don’t fucking stop.”
“You’re bleeding,” I said, trying to grab his hand. “You’re cutting yourself.”
Calder stilled, pressing his forehead to mine. “I need this, Shay.” The ache in his words had me slowly lowering my hand.
He resumed fucking the knife inside me.
“I don’t want you to get hurt,” I said.
“Come and I’ll let it go,” he said. “Come on this knife handle the way you wanted to when you stared up at me like a fucking siren from that coffin.”
Another orgasm rose, different from the first. This one more intangible, yet hotter, like smoke.
I was twisted up. By the heat of his words and the ferocity in his movements. By the sadness lurking beneath his words. As if this was some form of atonement.
“Please, Shay,” he said, curling the blade against thatperfectspot. “Let me bleed at your altar.”
An involuntary moan slipped from my lips, eyes closing as I gave in to the feeling, my inner walls clenching around the hard plastic.
“Thank you,” Calder said, pressing his forehead back to mine.
A stillness settled between us, velvet soft.
Then Calder pulled the knife out and threw it against the wall.
He stood back to his feet, staring down at me as he unzipped his pants. The intensity in his gaze vibrated between us, as if every molecule in the universe was feeling it too.
Calder reached for a condom, blood dripping from where he’d cut himself.
I sat up, grabbing his arm.
He raised a brow. “You don’t want me to wear a condom?”
“I’m clean…you’re clean…”
He climbed on top of me, resting his forearms on either side of my head, careful not to get blood on me.
