Page 488 of Once Upon a Fable

“And you’re never giving them back?”

“Never.” I panicked for a moment, worried that this little game had gotten serious and scary for him. After all, talking of ownership wasn’t exactly a safe subject with Kas. “Unless, of course, you don’t want me in the future...and then it goes without saying that you’re free to—”

“Shut up, Gemma.” He drove into me. “I’m not going anywhere.”

I sighed, my body growing hot around his. Bone-deep pleasure sparked in my womb as he murmured, “It’s a good thing that I’m yours and a great thing that you’re not going to share me.”

“It is?” I cried out as he ground into me, filling me deep, bruising inside and out.

“Definitely.” He picked a threatening pace, driving into me over and over again. “Because if I’m yours and you’re mine, then it means you just handed over your freedom, Gemma Ashford.”

I cried out as he fucked me harder. “You’re going to marry me. You’re going to worship me every fucking day for the rest of your life. You’ll be my friend, my lover...my wife. You’ll put up with my flaws and accept that I’ll never be perfect. You’ll love me until your dying day.Say it.”

“I’ll worship you.”

“And?”

“Love you.”

“And?”

“I’ll be your friend, your lover, your wife. I’ll be everything you want me to be.”

“You truly mean that, don’t you?” He rode me deliciously deep.

“Yes.”

“Fuck.” He folded over me, planting his hands on mine clutching the pillows, his hips jackhammering into mine. “I already worship you,Gem. I’ll never stop.” His nose nuzzled aside my styled hair, his lips finding the back of my neck. “I’m inside you forever.Forever, Gemma.”

“Forever.”

His fingers looped with mine as his breath caught. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”

“Then come.”

He drove me against the couch arm, providing friction for my clit. “You first.”

I panted as he rode me even harder. “Come, Gem. Come like you love me, like you hate me. Come like you’re the only master I’ll ever obey from now on.” His voice slipped into my ear, raw and thick. “Come knowing you’re the only one for me.”

His words were as provocative as his cock, sending me spiraling into an orgasmic vortex. I screamed as my release banded outward with shockwaves, over and over again.

Kas roared as he followed me, pinning me to the couch, filling me with every groan-wrenching spurt.

He jerked for a few seconds afterward.

Flopping over me, he kissed my shoulder, breathing hard. “If the whole purpose of seducing me was to ensure I didn’t flip out and kill anyone tonight, I’m grateful that you care so much, but...you don’t have to worry.” He kissed me again, his cock still throbbing inside me.

I turned my head on the couch cushion, staring at him over my shoulder. “I’m not worried.”

He chuckled and kissed my cheek. “Liar.” Withdrawing with a wince, he helped me stand, watching the bead of his release trickle down my thigh. “I took a pill. I’ve avoided taking this particular one as my therapist said they’re rather strong, and instead of helping PTSD triggers, it just masks everything—in his words, it hinders instead of helps.” He shrugged, grabbing a tissue from the box on the coffee table and carefully wiping up the mess he’d painted me with. “But I know I’ll need some extra help tonight and don’t want to embarrass you.”

His touch was infinitely gentle after how hard he’d taken me.

“You’d never embarrass me, Kas.”

He gave me a lopsided smile. “Okay then, I don’t want to embarrass myself. Just in case Jareth has been able to rescue any of our family and they’re watching. I don’t want them to know how bad I became after they left. I’m still the older brother, after all.”

“They’ll still love you, regardless of how tonight goes.”