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I climb off her and lie next to her. I pull her into my arms and kiss her forehead.

“Mmm,” she moans.

I swallow Lyr’s sounds with a kiss. Gently pulling away, she crawls down my body and slurps my dick into her mouth. Not believing that she’s tasting herself, I arch my head into the pillow and hold her down on my cock. She gags and spit falls out of her mouth, coating my balls. She doesn’t get mad, she plunges her mouth down and takes me as deep as she can, her eyes welling with tears.

“How wet are you right now, princess?”

She smirks with my dick still in her mouth and continues to eyeball me as she licks and sucks on my girthy length. That’s all the answer I need. She works my shaft as she twists her hand, pumping up and down while simultaneously retching on it. I love listening to her sounds. She’s my personal music box.

Using both my hands, I pull Lyric’s hair into a ponytail and grip her hair as she chokes on my now pulsing shaft. My release drips out of her mouth and down her chin. I feel content… settled.

Lyr wipes at her mouth and smiles as she flicks her tongue out and says, “Ahhhhhh”.

She wants to ensure that I’ve witnessed her swallow it. She’s looking to be praised.

“Good girl,” I say, proudly and completely satisfied.

Raising her chin, I pull her forward, guiding her to me. I ravage her mouth. She tastes so fucking good. I remember that what I’m tasting is me, and I can feel my cheeks heat.

Ignoring that, I roll Lyr facing away from me. I pull at her waist, yanking her into me, her ass pushing against my shaft. She gasps as my hard-on rubs at her entrance and I slowly push it in. Entering her, I wrap my arm around her and link my fingers with hers as I calmly and steadily thrust into her.

“Lyric?” I ask quietly.

She stiffens up. “Yes, Attie?”

“I need you to know something. Please don’t say anything until I’m finished. Okay?” I say anxiously as I continue my thrusts into her.

She furrows her brows and looks back at me over her shoulder, “Okay…”

“I need you to know that you are my home. You are my peace. You are my everything. No matter what happens, never forget what I would do for you. Never forget the extent of my love. Promise?”

She’s scared now. I can tell.

She squeezes my hand as she shakily says, “I love you… and—I promise.”

CHAPTER 50

LYRIC

“Amen.”

I hear myself say. Opening my eyes, I’m confused as I look down at my hands held in prayer. Last time I was awake, I was in the motel room with Attie and now I’m sitting on my knees. My legs are buckled beneath me on grubby, in some spots melted, tile. My head is throbbing, and I pinch my eyelids and rub at my temples for some relief.

Where am I?

Where’s Attie?

My heart pounds rapidly as I slowly peer up, my eyes searching the room. There’s a tub in front of me that’s burned all to hell. A toilet covered in piss sits on top of the now sticky, yellow tile surrounding it, and a rotten egg smell sits beside my shoulder.

This bathroom looks like it was simultaneously cooked in a microwave, from how melted it is. And scorched in a way that makes it look like a burnt piece of toast.

It occurs to me where I am. This is not our room. I must’ve been sleepwalking. Can ghosts do that? But Attie doesn’t sleep. He would’ve seen me leave. Why didn’t he stop me?

Either that, or I’m in Hell again. I begin to panic, my eyes flicking around the room. Not seeing Jake or any demons leaves me confused.

My lip starts to quiver, and I’m stressed and overwhelmed with fear and angst. I feel something warm and wet travel down my inner thighs. I glance down to see a light yellow liquid pooling on the surrounding floor. Blinking rapidly, a tear falls down my face. The droplet slides into the crook of my mouth, and I lap at the dread in physical form. This all feels too real.

Am I still in the In-Between? I have so many questions. I reach into my pocket and find Attie’s knife. Unsheathing the blade, I carve a line across my palm. Blood rises to the surface and begins dripping onto the floor.