BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 526: Fuck Them Out

Chapter 526: Fuck Them Out

My breath hitched at his words, heat pooling between my legs. The words hung in my throat; even as I opened my mouth to speak, I couldn’t form a word.

Suddenly, I felt his body heat burning my back, his breath followed, flushing down my neck, and I felt something rough but soft.

His lips.

They moved, calculated, and careful as if trying to gauge how my body would react, if I would pull away but how could I?

I’ve spent a whole fucking year without him, even though I grieved for what we lost, I still longed for him.

When I slept, when I was left alone with my thoughts and emotions to bury me.

And yet here he was... within reach. How could I say no to that?

"No," I replied. The next words caused my breath to quiver. "I wouldn’t object."

A thick growl vibrated from deep within his throat. What happened next was so fast I couldn’t think.

My back met a surface, maybe a table, I don’t know, but I spread out for him, vulnerable and welcoming everything he wanted to give to me.

"I don’t want my fears," I rasped, feeling his hand seizing my waist possessively. "Fuck them out."

"As you wish."

I felt him moved, I couldn’t see anything in the dark, but then I felt his hot breath between my legs, I realized he had fallen to his knees for me.

If that didn’t cause my poor heart to flip I don’t know what will.

I snatched his hair as his tongue tasted me, teasing my cunt and welcoming me back.

"Fuck I missed you!" he groaned, lashing his tongue deeper and a moan broke from me.

"I missed you, too!" I rasped as his teeth grazed my sensitive spot.

I wrapped my legs around his head, pulling him more into me, my hands clutching the edge of the table for balance until my nails dug into the wood.

Fuck! Dace was brutal with his wicked tongue, taking his time, tasting, biting, and fetching me toward my release.

A breathy moan tore from my lips as I came from the powerful height, but he didn’t stop his advances; he kept going until a spark flew through my head.

My body shuddered as another release came forward, followed by another and...

"Oh, Dace!" I exploded, and he licked through everything he gave me. My hand dug into his head tightly as my head drew back in bliss.

I couldn’t process when my back met the table, or the sound of his belt followed by his zipper.

He spread my legs wider like an invitation for him, and I obliged.

"I’ll fuck out your fears, baby girl, in the dark, until I remind you who you belong to."

"I’m yours," I said breathlessly.

I felt his hand at the back of my hair, grasping tight as he smashed his lips against mine.

I could taste myself, but I was more consumed by the feel of his lips; it brought me back to a warmth of memories.

The times we have been there for each other and then I realized I never want to let him go again.

I wrapped my arms around him as our kiss got heated, we ravished ourselves like it was the last time, like the world would end if we didn’t imprint ourselves together.

My body jolted in shock when Dace thrusted his tip inside of me, my lips going apart but then he swallowed my moans, kissing as he worked his cock inside me.

It felt like he was tearing me apart, and a sting followed.

A deep growl broke from Dace as he got impatient, and with a thrust, he buried himself deep within me.

My back slammed against the table, Dace threw my legs over his shoulders as he pulled out completely and slammed into me with a driving force.

"DACE!" I screamed his name as he fucked me brutally.

The table shook and made loud noises, and for a minute, I thought the company we had downstairs would hear us fuck like animals.

Please! Let them be fast asleep!

"Fuck!" Dace cursed. "Fucking mine!" He pressed his hand against my stomach as if to feel his cock inside me.

"Feel that baby? My cock is home!" He picked up the pace until the table squeaked so loudly that a snap followed.

Dace picked me up before I could collapse with it. His hands braced on my waist as he pumped me up and down his cock.

"Don’t stop!" I gasped as I held his cheeks.

"I won’t," he promised.

He kept leading his thrust as he walked to the glass and slammed my back against it. He stilled his movement momentarily.

Then I saw him, the moonlight hitting his side profile, the hunger in his eyes, the rush... he felt our connection.

He felt the pleasure.

He may not have conjured the emotions I was familiar with, but that magnificent look in his eyes was everything. I felt like the only one dancing around his orbit.

It was the same as the love he had and showed me, and I would be a fool not to recognise it.

Dace has looked at me many times with that look, and I hated myself for not seeing it until now.

I wrapped my arms around him as I kissed him feverishly. My back slammed against the glass repeatedly as he resumed his thrust.

Moaning my name as I moaned his in bliss. We were both altered by the sensations, and my chest felt like it would burst from joy.

I grabbed his shirt and ripped it off, the same way he ripped my nightgown to shreds.

His mouth devoured my nipples while I tried to keep up with his desperate thrust.

I was close and he was too because his cock got bigger, suffocating me until I couldn’t breath.

Our lips parted, and he rammed into me at speed, screams flying from me as the explosion hit me like a hurricane.