Page 294 of Once Upon a Fable
He groaned low and deep as he rocked up and his hands went back to their chosen locations, one on my breast and the other between my legs, right where we were joined.
He didn’t speak as he thrust up again, hitting parts of me he hadn’t hitbefore.
I shuddered with desire, already climbing the mountain to come again.
No one fit me like he did.
No one made me comfortable enough to tip my head back and moan at the moon.
No one understood what I needed as he increased his pace, stabbing into me with quick, vicious thrusts, making water splash and sizzle in the fire, his hands grabbing, rubbing, fisting every inch of my exposed skin.
“God, Kas.” I cried out as he pinched my clit, sending me spiraling.
His teeth sank into my neck as he fucked me hard and fast. His breath puffed hot on my damp flesh, his scruff got tangled in my hair as we writhed together.
We gave up all concepts of being people and just let nature guide us.
We took and gave. We rode and rocked.
Up, up, up.
Gasping, groaning, thrusting, fucking.
We climbed fast and high together.
We gasped and grunted and when I didn’t think I could take another moment, he wrapped his arms around me in a bear hug from behind as his hips shot up and his cock unloaded inside me.
“Holy...fucking...hell.” He jerked and spurted, losing himself to his release but still too well trained by his past to let me go unsatisfied.
Even as his body purged into me, delivering streams of his desire, his fingers found my clit and electrified me.
His touch was enough.
A single press and rub.
And I followed him, clenching his cock, milking the final dregs of his orgasm, ensuring we both couldn’t breathe as we went tight with the last waves of pleasure before collapsing together into the remaining shallow water.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
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I’D FINALLY DIED AND somehow snuck my way into heaven.
It was the only explanation for what just happened.
I dared not move.
I was too shit-terrified of breaking whatever hallucination this was. Because it had to be a dream. This couldn’t be real. That couldn’t have happened. No fucking way would she ever initiate sex between us. And not just initiate but participate so vocally, so physically, with her entire godforsaken soul.
My heart raced, speeding up instead of calming down after the best release of my life. The longer I lay with her flopped on my chest in a bath beneath the stars, the more I panicked.
This reminded me of the book I’d read, the one responsible for me dragging a bath out here in the first place. The lovers in those pages had fucked beneath the moon. They’d napped together and whispered their devotion and then they’d climbed out, hand in hand, to chase their destiny.
I swallowed hard.
I wanted that.
Sofucking much.
