Page 257 of Once Upon a Fable

I couldn’t allow him to do this.

Even in his sleep.

I needed magic to cure us. I needed something bigger than both of us.

But the printed words were useless.

It was just us.

Me and him.

Joined in unholy matrimony.

“Kas,” I cried. “Fuckingstop!”

He reared up onto his elbows, sinking his hands into my hair, holding me still as he drove into me. His eyes were drenched with grief, with the blackest despair. “I can’t. I can’t stop. I can’t stop until it’s over.” He kissed me as his hips surged upward, sinking every inch inside me, claiming every part of my battered heart, ensuring I knew just how cruelly he’d been tortured, just how much he’d endured.

He’d endured all that he could.

He’d endured until he’d broken.

And this was him, shattered beyond salvation.

His tongue tried to enter my mouth.

I kept my lips tightly closed.

But it didn’t make a damn bit of difference.

He wouldn’t let me say no to him.

Just like no one had let him say no to them.

His cock buried deeper into me, his balls slapping against my ass, his body locking mine against the carpet.

And he kissed me.

Hard.

Vicious.

Dirty and deep, filthy and feral.

His tongue worshiped me even as his body defiled me. He was still in there, chained in the pits of his mind, screaming for someone strong enough to pull him into the light.

Was I strong enough?

Could I be brave enough to forgive, even while this man took away all of my control?

He whimpered into my mouth.

He nipped at me, clung to me, his violence threaded with utmost sorrow.

And this time, it wasn’t my body that reacted. It was my soul.

A wiser being than me. A celestial power that couldn’t be touched by flesh or fornication. A knowing entity that said if I could survive being locked in a valley and chained to a beast, I could survive a shattered man with no one.

He’d shoved me past my hate, and wisdom had evolved me past rage.