Page 271 of Once Upon a Fable

When she’d hugged me before, it’d overwhelmed me. The sensation of her giving me something so innocent and meaningful had tipped me over an alarming edge.

But this?

This was more than any sex or kiss or touch I’d ever experienced. Not because I’d been a plaything and treated like trash, but because this was her. This wasus.This was raw and elemental—the joining of two bodies long after two souls had met, acknowledged, and intertwined.

She rocked up again, and I came apart beneath her.

The tingle I’d been chasing and lost thundered back with a vengeance, catapulting down my spine and shooting between my legs.

Christ, it felt good.

Too good.

I was losing my goddamn mind.

“Give in,” she murmured, her voice adding kindling to the already hissing fire in my belly. Unlike the fire that’d burned me alive before, this one lived inside me. She’d conjured it and nursed it, turning a tiny spark into an uncontrollable inferno, glowing so bright it illuminated corners of my soul that were rotten and torn, granting sunshine intoplaces where perpetual night once reigned.

After decades of agony, she granted me peace, and I struggled.

I didn’t know how tobe.

How to be the man she deserved.

I raised my hands to push her away, but she moaned under her breath and rode me harder.

And I didn’t stand a goddamn chance.

The tingle morphed to outright annihilation.

I wanted to come so fucking badly.

I wanted to come in her.

Fireworks shot through my cock as my entire body bunched and my forehead furrowed with greed. She vibrated above me, a living angel knowing full well how enraptured I was by her touch. How desperate I was for friendship. How afraid I was of reaching for something that might not exist.

She sank deeper.

And that was it.

I threw my head back, my skull clunking against the wall. “Shit—”

I came.

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HE DIDN’T JUST COME.

He broke apart.

Wave after crippling wave, he gave in to me.

His belly rippled with shockwaves, his cock spurted over and over inside me, his breaths haggard, and grunts loud and animalistic. He didn’t speak. He was beyond speech. But each savage noise he uttered gave me all the thanks I needed. Every groan throbbed with gratefulness and manic desire.

I let him pump into me, vicious and needy as he suddenly wrapped his arms around me, trapping me over his lap, holding me down all while he purged every drop of evil into me.

“Goddammit—” he grunted, spearing deep, ensuring I would always know what it felt like to be taken by this lonely creature.