Page 71 of A Death So Lovely
“What do you want, Monty?” I ask softly. No demand, no edge this time. I want her to know she has the choice she’s been craving. She’s had it all along.
“You,” she breathes. “Just you.”
I pull her closer. Kiss her. Slowly. Reverently. Just her and me, tasting relief and fire at the same time. My lips part, my tongue meeting hers. The kiss burns hot, grows deep.
“Lucy,” she whispers. “I?—”
I groan, my forehead resting against hers. “Don’t say it unless you want to be mine forever.”
“I do,” she says, rocking against me. “I love you.”
My blood surges, and I have to grip her tighter, anchoring myself to reality before my need overtakes me completely.
Her hands roam along my chest, teasing as she undoes the buttons to my dress shirt and tugs it down my arms. I press kisses against her neck and she bites my shoulder so hard, I moan. The shock of pain feels good and when she sucks the few drops of blood from me, I let her.
I take fistfuls of her shirt and tear it from the collar down until it’s just two strips of useless fabric. Then I move to her pants, which I also rip from her hips to her thighs, just enough to bare that hot, wet cunt to me.
Lifting her head, I can see my blood staining her lips and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. She fumbles with my belt and zipper but is able to free me in seconds. My cock isaching. It’s been too long since I’ve sunk myself deep inside her, feeling her muscles clench around me.
Too fucking long.
“Tell me to stop,” I murmur against her neck, “and I’ll stop.”
“I won’t,” she whispers. “Never.”
Just what I want to hear.
I push into her tight pussy and it is heaven.
“Oh, Monty, this old classic will never get boring.”
Using my grip on her hips, I lift her to pullout and then bring her pussy back down on my cock, spearing her. Her body swallows me, stretching to take me deep. I find her mouth again, her tongue as I plunge into her over and over.
I can feel the moment she loses herself. Everything clenches deliciously as she comes, and she’s so wet that I slide easily in and out, using her body as my own personal fuck toy. The pleasure is building quickly inside me, as I slam her down and raise her up, picking up speed.
But just as she gets used to the tempo I’ve set, I lift her again, but this time, I tilt her hips, pull her closer, and sink into her ass, making her scream. She claws at me, pulling at my hair, digging her nails into my shoulders, as she’s swept away by another orgasm, this one leaving her a shuddering mess.
I fuck her through it, burying myself in her as though if I stop, she’ll somehow disappear. Each time feels deeper as I rock and push her down, her legs now fully wrapped around my waist.
It’s a wild ride. It lasts forever and a moment.
“Mine,” I murmur, not as ownership but as a truth I’ve carried too long.
“Yours.”
Her head falls back, spine arched, surrender written into every line of her body. When she comes, I follow instinct and hunger both, sinking my teeth into the curve of her breast,taking what she offers without restraint. Her blood is fire on my tongue. It unravels me.
My own release crashes through me a heartbeat later as a violent sweep. I feel it everywhere, down to the marrow, until there’s nothing left of me but tremor and aftershock.
Long after, I hold her close, her face tucked into the hollow of my throat, our heartbeats syncing into a single, steady rhythm.
And in that quiet, realization settles in.
This was never a fairytale where the princess tames the monster.
This is something darker. More twisted and inevitable.
It’s two monsters recognizing each other…and choosing forever.
THE END
