BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 413: Say My Name

Chapter 413: Say My Name

A\N: Song For The Background ~ Make Me Feel By Elvis Drew

Dace is brutal with his pace and pumps, unhinged even as he worked through my clit like he recognized every impulse and every touch that could make me lose my mind. It’s mind-wrecking, splitting me into two, and yet... I don’t think I want him to stop.

Tears were leaking from my eyes at the force of pleasure being ripped out of me whether I wanted it to or not and I tried to move but his grip holding my wrists above my head was bruising, he finally slowed but the harsh working of his finger remained.

"Just look at you... coating my fingers nonstop"

I moaned as he curled his two fingers inside me. "Oh my-"

"Fucking say my name"

I gasped keeping my half-open eyes on his heated gaze, our noses touching and our chaotic breath the same match. His fingers are now going extremely slow and making me whimper. I squeeze my eyes shut trying to drown myself in its euphoria and at least give myself the release I desperately crave for. But none of it came, he’s wielding the strings to my pleasure and he knows how to take it.

"Eyes on me"

I flicked my eyes open and met with his hunger-induced ones, completely darkened to the point I saw no color.

"My name," he urges.

"N-No"

"Tread carefully, Emma"

My fucking heart was doing flip flops again and the angry butterflies in my stomach make everything feel affectionate, but it wasn’t. This is my torture.

"You enjoy this don’t you?" he taunts. "You like drawing me to the fucking wall? Pulling at my head like a fucking menace?" I gasped when redrew his fingers inside me and my heartbeat quickened.

He’s not going to stop, is he?

He kept his darkened gasp on my exposed clit, the urge to close my legs found me but I can’t because his hips were keeping that from happening, I was spread out for him. My cheeks burned in embarrassment.

He observed every part of me like he was trying to drill the view into his memory. "So responsive" he whispered, eyeing the wetness dripping from my core. "Just one touch..." he rubbed the surface and I moaned, excreting more. "...And you’re dripping for me"

"No" I murmured and he snapped his eyes at me with a twisted smirk on his lips.

"Liar"

I bite my bottom lip, and all my nervous habits are coming forth, one I have fought to overcome over the years.

"If you don’t say my name, Emma, I won’t give you what you want" he leaned back to me and I could feel the well-hardened cock from his sweat shorts, my pussy pulsing at the mere contact. "Say my name and beg"

I shook my head.

He gripped my chin and forced his fingers into my mouth, I tasted myself with a moan and something flicked in his eyes making him push his two fingers more into it.

"I wonder how those pretty little lips will feel wrapped around my cock" he said with wonder, I finally caught notice of that emotion that kept coming up anytime he looked at me. It was wonder and... appreciation? Almost like my body was something that shouldn’t exist but yet does, even now as he analyzed how my lips moved around his fingers choking me, his gaze moving to the dried tears on my cheek, taking in everything, my hair I knew for certain is wild in all angles, down to my hardened nipple rubbing against the thin material of my negligee.

Unable to take the pulsing in my core I rolled my waist into his hardened length and he grunted. Pausing, I waited for any sort of repulsion but none came, the only response I got was his fingers going in until it was knuckle deep in my mouth, tasting his skin I willed my fangs not to drop, anything to not stop this moment.

"Fuck" Dace cursed as I kept rubbing against him until we were indefinitely dry-humping each other, except right now I was milking his pants faster than usual.

My body still remembers his touch, the electricity zapping through my body and I don’t know if he feels it too.

"Trying to take your own torture, huh?" he whispers. "Like the filthy good girl you are. Take it!"

That was the last of it, my control slipped and a throaty moan left me as the euphoria built and I took, took my pleasure and my release as it washed upon me like a hurricane, the threatening sensation to my waist, so profound that it felt like I was about to rip into two and at the same time choking on his fingers as I came down from the height of my release.

Dace kept his eyes on me, the silent tears streaming down my cheeks from the powerful pleasure that just ran through my body. My breath was uneven, breathing fiercely from my nose and trembling.

The sensitivity of my body picked up tenfold, even as he pushed his wet fingers out of my mouth, with an exit of a pop sound. He brought them to his and they opened. Like I was caught in some trance as he licked them clean. Oh God, I can’t breathe, that is the hottest thing I have ever seen.

Completely dumbfounded, I remained in a reverie as he brought those same fingers close to my opening once again, without warning he plunged them into me, making me melt and hitting the back of my head against the wall. I’m close again but this time he pulled out before I could find that release.

His fingers came again working inside me.

"HA-" I couldn’t finish before he pulled out once again.

"Stop" It was a weak whisper as I brought my frenzy eyes to him, he knew I wanted it, he knew I wanted another and I had no control over the hunger I was feeling right now, He was taking control of it.

"Beg"

I inhaled sharply, it was at the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

"Tell me what you want, Emma... So that I can torture you with it"