Page 269 of Once Upon a Fable

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“HOLY FUCKING—” I THREW my head back as her fingers latched around me, drowning out words with raw feelings.

Desperate, dangerous, demented feelings.

Gemma’s touch set off a ricochet inside me, a domino effect that collided through my walls, my locks, my carefully constructed dungeon of nightmares.

But instead of being smothered by them, instead of reliving every grotesque thing and cringing against the sickness inside me, the force field between us kept them away.

I was...free.

Blessedly, deliciously free as she spread her legs and sank down on me.

Not slowly.

Not teasingly.

She sheathed me inside her as quickly as I’d taken her before.

“Ah,Christ.” The aftershocks of being back inside her exquisite body made my blood race and heart chug and eyes see stars.

Her thighs kissed my hipbones as she adjusted herself to take me deeper. Her skin so pretty and pure. Her scent so captivating and crisp.

And I’d thought taking her on the clifftop was the best sex I’d ever had.

That paled in comparison to this.

Everythingpaled in comparison to her.

God,her.

She was giving me something entirely necessary for my existence. The only medicine that had the power to delete my atrocities and soothe away my scars.

I grunted as she rocked up.

She sank down again, crying out as my hard length hit her inner obstruction.

I tried to be quiet but failed, turning wild with growls and curses, pleas and sorrows.

I wanted so many things.

To grab her. Kiss her. Take her.

But I couldn’t move.

It was as if my body had a new master now, and she hadn’t given me permission to touch hers in return. I belonged to her. It’d happened in an instant, and I didn’t regret it. I welcomed it. She would be good to me, kind.

Fuck, if she wanted my body to play with for the rest of her life, it was hers. My cock was hers to use. My heart was hers to toy with. But I wasn’t worthy of touching her in return. I’d get her too dirty. I’d drag her too deep into the dark. I—

No.

This wasn’t right.

I didn’t deserve this.

“Stop,” I groaned, drowning under blistering pleasure.

“It’s okay,” she murmured, rocking over me once, twice. “Just let go.”