Page 477 of Once Upon a Fable

“I’ll hack off an ear if you continue to rock like that.”

A sexy glint appeared in his stare. “You like that?” His hips did a circle, driving his hard length deeper into me.

“Uh-huh.” My eyelids threatened to close as heavy heat and delicious desire filled me. “So,somuch.”

His hips stopped, his cock twitching deep in my pussy. He smirked.

I narrowed my eyes, my temper rising a little. “So that’s how it’s going to be, is it?”

He nodded. “You trim, I thrust.”

“You’re determined to go to the gala looking like a wolf mauled you?”

He pressed his cheek to mine, whispering in my ear. “I want to go to that gala knowing that you’re the reason I’m human, I’m healing, I’m happy.”

God, how could I refuse?

It’d been an unattainable goal back in the valley to make this man happy. Having him say I was succeeding? To know I’d be on his arm in a few days, walking through crowds of people who would never know the nightmares he’d overcome....It made everlasting love burst through me.

Without a word, I reached up, grabbed a thick handful of hair, and cut.

I brought the strands to my face as Kas pulsed inside me, his jaw clenched and eyes tight. I kissed the dark mess I’d cut off him, imagining each strand was a nightmare, snipped free, thrown away, never to be wanted again.

“Jesus,” he groaned, thrusting as deep as he could. “Why does that turn me on so much?”

I shuddered as my pussy rippled around his intrusion, tipping the handful of his hair to the floor. “Because I love you.”

He kissed me.

Hungrily.

Messily.

Reverently.

“Fuck, I love you, Gem. More than I can stand.” He filled me again, his hands landing on my hips, holding me still as I reached up andgrabbed another handful.

I lost myself to the dance.

A carnal, arousing dance where his long hair slowly rained onto the floor and our bodies clawed to get closer. Chunks of longer hair dangled by his jawline while shorter areas stuck out the side of his head. If I didn’t know him, I’d say he was a patient who’d run from some insane asylum.

But I did know him.

I knew every dark, demented, dangerous part of him.

Funny how love could turn ugly into beautiful and pain into utmost pleasure.

My chest filled with soul-deep affection as I snipped the last handful of long hair, watching the strands float to the floor.

Kas’s hips thrust deeper, pinning me against the vanity, ensuring the tip of him reached the top of me.

We shuddered.

His eyes looked past me to his reflection, studying the mess I’d made of his hair, tilting his head at the new look. “You’re not finished yet.”

I nodded. “I’ll tidy it up when my brain isn’t malfunctioning.”

“I make you malfunction?”