Blaine’s fingers tightened, enough that he was sure she couldn’t breathe, his thrusting frantic and hard before he let up on her throat, hearing her gasp for air. It sent a thrill of power shocking through his body, pushing his hips harder, faster and it was all too much again, the burning in his stomach relentless. He moved his hands over her skin, the warmth, the blood, the sweat, staining her flawless skin in dazzling streaks. The orange glow of the lamp illuminated her body and he needed to get closer, needed to kiss her, to bite her again. He covered her breasts with his hands, using that leverage to push harder, enough to move her body some with the reckless force of it. He’s fucking so hard into her, the headboard of the bed thunks heavy, steadily against the wall. He doesn’t give a fuck about being coy—that’s the last thing on his mind. He wants to make he feel good, show her with his body that he loves her, that he will never leave her alone like that again. He dropped her legs from his shoulders, spreading them wide to accommodate his frantic hips, claiming her mouth with his eager lips, his tongue seeking out her taste, feeling her heart pound against the palm of his hands as they roamed freely over the scarred regions of the skin of her breasts.
His mouth was hungry for her flesh, his stomach growling in protest, so he broke away with a thick groan, nipping at the skin of her neck, licking and kissing and sucking until he marked her with another bruise colored hickey. Blaine pressed flush against her body, lapping freely at her reddened neck before biting down, feeling the flood of blood, her body jerking underneath him. She was so hot and tight around him, her hips rocking to meet him for each thrust, her moans echoing through his body. His hands were greedy; they pulled Tina’s leg around his hip and the other holding him up, cradling her shoulder, holding them close together as he fed from her, thrusting into her body, listening to her desperate moaning. He was close, the tightening in his belly harsh and demanding, working his hips quicker inside of her. “I love you, Tina,” he breathed, swallowing thick pools of blood, tasting her flesh so sweet on his tongue. “So fucking much, Tina.”
And then she breathed his name and he sucked harder, gripped her body closer. It was there—he could feel it, just how close to the edge he really was. And as his fingers slipped between them, he worked her clit against his fingers, still thrusting into her, wanting to feel her nails claw at his skin and pull him closer, her hips rocking quick against his, her legs curl possessively around his hips. He was going to come soon, he could feel it threatening to break him. But he had to let her reach first, make her come until she saw stars, until she couldn’t walk, until she couldn’t move. He wasn’t sure why it was so important that she feels this way, but there’s a strong sense of absolute possession that nearly breaks him, looking down and seeing her, back arched and mouth parted as she shamelessly calls out his name. He flesh is littered with the marks he made with his mouth and hands, and he thinks she looks breathtaking, stunning; her flesh had looked so pale and bare without the marks he’d grown accustomed to seeing, to making. And now, because they’d been separated for a week—not a lot of time, in retrospect—but it’s too long for him to be away. He knows she’s his girl—she would do anything for him, let him do anything to her—and he would never hurt her.
So when he’s so achingly close to coming inside of her, he leans forward and kissed up the side of her neck, sucking a hickey right underneath the hollow of her ear. “Can you come for me, Tina? Can you be a very good girl and come?” he coos to her, groaning as her hips rut hard against his own, taking more of him, all of him as deep as her body allows. He words his fingers tighter, harder against her clit, beckoning her orgasm to break her. He kisses her mouth, stealing her breath as one hand curls around her neck again, tight enough to make it difficult to inhale and he sees the frantic look in her eyes, watches as her body jerks and struggles to get closer, making him push harder against her. He kisses the corner of her mouth and smiles slightly. “Such a good girl,” he whispers. “Come for me. Right now, Tina. I want you to come right now,” he demanded, squeezing only a tiny bit tighter, combing the sweaty strands of hair away from her face.
