Page 169 of Doppelbänger
It’s never become less intense. It’s never stopped being amazing. I hate to overstate it, but we have the best sex life a man could dream of. I think we would even if not for that magic.
But right around the time he rolls me onto my side, grabs hold of my thigh in his bruising grip and slams into me, everything begins to glow. Red, purple, green, all the colours of life and the multiverse, turning my reality inside out. Sharp and drowning thrusts of pleasure that consume us both, melding us, tearing us apart and rebuilding us, atom by atom, stronger than ever.
He leans over and kisses me, takes my dick in hand and destroys me. Destroys the both of us. Tears us all down, and leaves us a spent puddle, cuddling together in my warm bed, in my warm apartment that I don’t think we’ll ever leave. We’ve been far too happy here.
He nestles down against me with an, “I love you, Slayer.”
“Sex Accelerator,” I correct him.
“I love you, Sex Accelerator.” And I’m perfectly content. So content, I let him rest there, cheek against cheek, his thighs pressed into the back of mine, a spoon that couldn’t fit more perfectly.
But right about the time a tentacle pokes through the glowing rift we just opened, I have to give him a shove. “August? Could you get that?”
“Oh, shit. Sorry!” He dives off the bed, fumbles the Blackthorne Particle Accelerator™ out of his discarded jeans, and with the click of a button, closes the interdimensional portal.
“I swear, one of these days, you’re going to let something through.”
“It’s alright. I’m working on a system.” And he’s right back in his place. With the slip of a key, the handcuffs loosen, then Isettle down on my pillow while he nuzzles into the back of my neck.
“So long as nothing changes. I want to stay like this forever.”
“I’m going to make that happen, August. We’re never parting again.”
I don’t doubt him for a second. If anyone can do it, it’s him. August Blackthorne’s a genius, in every iteration.
A smart, sexy, kind, beautiful, occasionally confused, often ridiculous, sometimes stupid, utterly relentless, completely brilliant genius.
And he’s exactly my kind of chaos.
The End
