Page 118 of A Gilded Game
"Hurt me." I say, before I've even thought about it. "Take my pain and give me your pleasure."
Cal gasps as he slams into me, so deep that I can't breathe.
And my brain goes blank.
Nothing matters, suddenly, as the pleasure reaches a tipping point, pushing me to overload, and I come, shuddering, on his cock. My breaths shudder, too. I don't catch myself, lost in the bliss of oblivion as he uses me like his toy, refusingto let me down. He's relentless, pounding into me so brutally that I think he really will make me bleed just from how intense his thrusts are.
I don't know what I'm saying, or if I'm just screaming, moaning, crying out as he rocks into me over and over, deeper, driving me higher. He doesn't slow, just fucks me relentlessly, until his teeth sink into the fleshy part of my shoulder.
My shoulders arch, pressing my chest into the wall, bringing me down deeper on his cock.
And then he comes, following me into the burning chaos we've made.
It takes a minute for him to get his breathing under control and another minute before he withdraws from inside of me, his hands on my hips to guide him out.
Without him inside me, I damn near collapse, the sensory overload combined with the brutality of the orgasms too much.
It's glorious and raw and fucking sinful, but it's the most powerful moment of synergy I can imagine as he collapses over top of me, peppering kisses against the top of my spine that make me tighten, ready to take him all over again.
"Take my pain and give me your pleasure." Cal hums once he finally catches his breath. "That's poetry right there, baby. You should put that in your wedding vows."
I grin, unable to stop myself from giggling when his hand runs beneath my jaw, turning me to face him.
"I think I could do better." I tell him honestly.
I've already got my vows written. I composed them the same night he asked me to marry him again, properly this time. His father wants a spectacle, and while the both of us could do without that, we do owe him our compliance. He's the only thing keeping us out of jail.
Cal and I aren't just lovers.
We haven't killed since the last time we were here. But that doesn't change who we are.
We're murderers.
We're vengeance.
We're relentless.
And we will continue to be, until death do us part.
Next time, it will have to try harder.
