Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight
Zen’s POV
I had never seen a sexier woman in my entire life. I needed to take my damn jeans off before my dick got crushed anymore, but I had to make sure that she wouldn’t see the knife on my leg. I tried to push off the guilt of fucking one of my hits right before killing them, but when she said she wanted it, I could think of nothing else.
What’s so wrong with giving this girl what she wants? She won’t ever get another chance.
My stomach turned at the twisted thought. But it was only temporary, seeing as I was eyeing the most beautiful creation put on this Earth. I knew she wasn’t some girl. I knew she was more than just a hit to me. I knew that I wasn’t fucking her just because I was eager to get my dick wet. Like her, there was nothing I wanted more. I had to hold her close at least once before it was over. It was selfish, but burying myself inside of her was the best way I could think to be connected to her for the last time.
Her long blonde hair fanned out on the pillows behind her. She had removed her hair clip from earlier, making her appear wilder with half of her forehead covered in the nearly white waves. Her face was flush with want and her swollen lips were barely open, trying in vain to draw in heavy breaths. She never took her eyes off me, constantly raking them over my body. I didn’t mind, I was doing the same to her.
Absolute perfection.
She had the most amazing tits I had ever touched. They were beyond soft, just big enough to fill my hands, and she had the sexiest little nipples that perked when I ran my forefinger across them. I wanted to taste them, rub my face on them, but I wasn’t done looking at her. Her flat but soft stomach led the way to a little patch of blonde hair, right above her pink pussy. I could already see the glistening of her come on the lips of it. That would be next to taste. I wondered if it would be as sweet as her mouth. I wanted to move, but my eyes were being selfish, taking in as much detail as they possibly could.
“Zen,” She begged. My name sounded so fucking sexy coming from her lips. I chuckled, gliding my right hand over her pussy. She mewled in appreciation, closing her eyes at the pleasure of being touched. She acted like she had never been appreciated in this way before. The way her body rolled beneath my touch excited me beyond words and I couldn’t wait to be inside of her.
I used my other hand to brace myself over her, guiding my mouth over her breast. I latched on with force, eliciting a moan from both of us. Holy fuck, she tasted amazing. I teased her nipple with my tongue and teeth, making her writhe beneath me. I figured the sooner I moved south, the sooner I could get my pants off without her noticing, so I got to work. I moved down her body slowly, nibbling and suckling on her soft skin along the way. Once I reached her pussy, she arched her back, digging her fingers into my hair. I was suddenly glad I hadn’t had a hair cut in awhile, since the tugging she was doing felt so damn good.
With one last look to make sure her eyes were closed, I unbuttoned my jeans. I slid them off pretty effortlessly, making sure not to draw her attention to what I was doing. I was sure to leave a corner of the duvet on the bed, just enough to cover the bottom part of my leg under. I hooked my arms around her legs, pulling her closer to me so I could stay covered and continue my ministrations.
I didn’t want to stop eating her. She was irresistible. So I took my time, suckling and biting on her clit, occasionally allowing my tongue to dive into her. I didn’t do this for the women I normally slept with, but the desire to taste her had shaken me from any ounce of ‘normal’ behavior.
I could feel her legs shaking against my shoulders as she began to climb. I decided to push my index finger inside of her and I groaned as it entered. She was so fucking tight. How long had it been since she’d had sex? She nearly squealed as I pumped my finger in and out of her. Her body seemed overwhelmed by my simple touch, and it made me unbelievably hard. Suddenly, her legs stilled and her panting bordered on hyperventilating. Three more pumps of my finger and her cries rang out, filling the bedroom with the most arousing noises on this planet. I hungrily drank up her come, and her hips pulled back at the sensation.
I wanted to be inside her so fucking bad, but I didn’t want it to end. I knew the finale, and it wasn’t going to be pretty. I never deserved to touch her anyway, so I might as well enjoy it.
“Are you ready, Princess?” I asked, begging her with my eyes as I lifted myself above her. She was still panting after her orgasm, but gave me a reassuring nod and a sweet smile that crushed my heart. I stored the image of it in my mind, because apparently I’m a fucking masochist.
I tore open the condom that I had taken from my jeans before discarding them onto the floor. I pulled down my boxers just enough to free my dick and roll on the rubber, smirking when I heard her gasp. As much as I wanted to go bare just to feel her, I couldn’t risk them finding my semen inside of her body.
Once done, I turned my attention back to her. She looked nervous, but also excited. When her eyes met mine, she visibly relaxed. I wished I could tell her that she had the same effect on me. I lowered myself over her, taking her lips one last time. Her breath mingled with mine, making a shiver run down my entire body. Nothing else matter but her and I at this moment. One of my hands rested on the soft mattress to hold myself up while the other guided my cock to her entrance.
With one slow push, I entered her. Fuck! Wait. Her cries were laced with pain and my stomach dropped when I realized what I’d done. Son-of-a-bitch! I reached down with one hand, pulling it back up to see the blood mixed with her come on my fingertips. I broke our kiss, meeting her eyes with hesitation. Why the fuck didn’t she tell me?
“Are you okay, Princess? Does it hurt?” I sounded like I had just swallowed a handful of needles. Raging guilt and shame surfaced. I didn’t even know I could feel those emotions anymore. She smiled at me, her eyes twinkling with the wet of her tears.
“Please, keep going.” She begged, moving her hips to create friction on my shaft. I couldn’t help but groan. It felt so heavenly. I’m going to hell. I’m definitely going to hell.
“Fuck, Elizabeth, okay. I’ll go slow. Tell me if you want me to stop.” Without waiting for her answer, I pushed myself in the last couple inches, causing her back to arch against me. Her bare chest rubbed against mine, creating a warmth I was sure would burn down this whole damn building. I had to resist the urge to pound into her, but the fact that she was squeezing my cock so tightly made it an easier decision not to. If I had, I wouldn’t have lasted longer than thirty seconds. Not that it mattered, in the end.
I shook my head to rid myself of the thought. As promised, I gently rocked my hips back, before sliding back inside her with a little more ease. This was a whole new level of fucked up, even for me. I had never deflowered anyone in my entire life, and here I was with the only woman I had ever given two shits about, showing her what she would never have again. My mouth found her nipple again. I hoped that giving her stimulation somewhere else might lessen the pain. It seemed to work, since I could feel her body relaxing beneath me. Now, her moans were full of pleasure instead of pain. After a couple more tedious pumps, I picked up my pace, sliding in and out of her until I could hear my hips connect with hers. Her fingernails dug into my scalp, delivering stinging pleasure straight to my dick, while her voice got so loud that I wondered if Tom could hear her from the other room. I couldn’t bring myself to care much, since the level of pleasure in my groin was immeasurable. My hands were grabbing her anywhere I could, pressing my weight onto her perfect body. I was lost in her.
As her body began to tense up again my mind quickly filled with dread. I wasn’t ready. I needed more time. I ran through potential excuses for me to stick around after fucking her, but I knew it would only make it harder on myself. It was best to do it now. I needed to do it now. I winced at the loss of contact as I removed my left hand from her hip. I needed to taste her again, just one more fucking time. I moved my lips to hers, but my kiss was frantic, my broken groans filling her mouth. This only seemed to turn her on more, as she wrapped her legs around my hips and thrusted back against me. Her hands that had taken residency in my hair were now traveling down to my upper back, scraping into my flesh with a burning intensity.
I popped the clasp off the holster, dragging the dagger up the side of my leg. My hands had never shaken so much in my life. I had to get a grip. One quick slice and this knife would cut straight through her windpipe. Shit, shit, shit. Maybe I could just ram the fucking dagger in my own fucking throat. Fucking hell! I could feel her pussy tightening around my cock, choking it and bringing me to the brink of my own orgasm.
“Fuck, Elizabeth!” I cried into her hair when I felt her coming beneath me. She pulled me in close as her body twitched, her arms and legs like vice grips around my body. A loud gasp was heard against my ear in between her silent screams. As sick as I felt, I couldn’t fight my orgasm from taking over. She felt too damn good to ignore, even for my twisted conscience. I clutched onto the dagger, piercing the sheets with the tip while I poured myself into the condom deep inside of her, shuddering into her shoulder.
I’m sorry, Elizabeth.
With that, I lifted the dagger into position.