Leave Me Behind

Her blood is smeared all over my hands.

Fuck.

I take a deep, unsteady breath to center myself as I push my back against a tree and slide to the forest floor. My hands shake uncontrollably. This is usually when my panic sets in, when the anxiety spreads through my veins after training and all I can think of is death. But with her… My eyes linger on the bright red of her blood on my fingertips and it shoots heat to my dick.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Goddammit,” I say under my breath.

Don’t get attached to her, I remind myself, leg bouncing with anxiety and the urge to calm the swelling in my pants. Do not let her stay.

I tilt my head back against the bark of the ponderosa and breathe slowly, letting my hand fall to my zipper and pull out my cock. I curl my fingers around the thickness of it and start pumping. Her blood slicks over my length and all I can think of as I beat myself off are her parted lips as I ran my fingers over her cut. The way her eyes rolled sensually back and her hips bucked at my touch.

My release is quick and unsatisfying. I need more. I let out a labored breath and stare out into the woods. Wondering why the more I show her who I am, the more she seems to be drawn to me. And more disturbingly, the more I’m starved for her.