Page 270 of Once Upon a Fable

My mind flickered with sentences I should speak and actions I should do. She shouldn’t be doing this. Not after what I’d done.

Yet I couldn’t stop her.

I was hers.

Entirely, totally,permanently.

My jaw went slack as her wet heat grew hotter around me. My eyes snapped closed, and the electricity that’d existed between us since the moment she found me detonated outward.

It was in everything. In our breath, our blood, our bond.

I couldn’t understand how she could touch me after what I’d done. Couldn’t fathom how she was wet and willing and holy Christ, so, so wonderfullymine.

My cock swelled even harder inside her, filling her until there was no space between us. Not a single crack where our pasts or futures could find us.

We were just this.

Two people joined in the deepest way possible.

She slid up me then sank back down, grinding her clit on my base.

I choked and gasped for breath.

Devilish things roared through me. I wanted to grab her hips and hold her firm. I wanted to thrust up and mate. I wanted to hurt her, mark her, but I also wanted to run.

I didn’t want to hurt her again, yet she was forcing me to.

I wanted to do the right thing, but how the fuck was I supposed to dothat when she sat on my lap with my cock twitching inside her.

I gulped, struggling to hold on to my last shred of humanity. “Please...stop.”

“It’s okay, Kas.” Her fingers locked into my shoulders, bracing herself to push up and sink down.

“Jesus, Gemma.” My chin fell onto my chest as she rocked up to my tip, allowing cool air to lick around my wet cock, showing me how lonely, how barren the world was without her in it, before sinking down, down until I made a noise that wasn’t a grunt or a growl. It was a tangled roar that pebbled her nipples and sent lightning crackling through my veins.

Powerful lightning.

Addictive lightning.

Lightning that had the power to incinerate all the darkness and all my past until we were nothing more than two people grinding together, writhing together, swept up and drowning on a forgotten mansion’s floor.

My arms ached to wrap around her. My fingers almost bled for the pleasure of touching her.

But I forbade any method of control.

She’d taken me.

She could have me.

I wouldn’t dominate her.

I wouldn’t direct or demand.

I was hers and completely at her mercy.

I grunted as she rode up, stealing my mind one piece at a time, claiming my heart until every broken fragment was hers.

I couldn’t catch a breath, groaning as she fucked me, stroke by stroke, replacing all the pain of sex with all the pleasure of it.