Our groans echo in unison as I punch my way inside her slick tight channel, my cock working in and out of her warm wet cunt in slow hard thrusts. Her hands slide up the flat plane of her belly, shoving her sweatshirt out of the way, so I can watch as she grabs her tits, plucking dusky pink nipples between her fingers.
The heels of her feet dig into my lower spine, crossing at the ankles, drawing me closer, forcing me deeper. Her head cranes back, throat arching, eyes squeezing as my cock hits deeper, higher, and her cunt is strangling, walls collapsing in around me, sucking me so deep it’s a struggle to keep moving.
And as Nellie’s eyes connect with mine, my tongue lapping up the palm of my hand, wetting it just before I slap it against her clit, her lips part, a silent whine trapped in her throat, she shatters, coming around me with a full body tremble that threatens to draw the cum out of my balls.
Instead, I keep pumping my hips, fucking her harder and harder as she keeps pulsing and squeezing and fluttering around me. Staring down at her still playing with her tits, her tongue rolling across her lower lip, I release a low deep growl of pleasure.
A shot of lightning shoots up my spine, spearing me in the base of the skull, temporarily sending me blind, and I’m coming, emptying inside of her as I bury my cock as deep as it can go without splitting her open. My hands are in her hair, draggingher up from the cold stone, my mouth connecting with hers in a kiss that screams and riots and fights, but one that joins us on a level deeper than I ever thought possible.
And as we dress each other as best we can in the scraps of clothing we have left, I tell her I love her, and this time, it feels different.
This time something inside me clicks into place like a weapon finally assembled.
The Obsidian brought us together when neither one of us was old enough to really understand the world and how it works.
The Obsidian wanted her here.
Then they tried to destroy her.
Us.
Instead, they’ve forged us.
And now we’re ready.
For whatever is thrown at us next.
We’ll face it together.
The way it always should have been.
Right from the start.
Chapter 26
PENELOPE
APairing Union.
It’s The Obsidian’s version of marriage.
And it’s tonight.
Ours.
Billy and I’s.
But only if I pass my final trial first.
Billy can’t tell me anything about it, he can’t prepare me, not that he ever has before anyway. As we walked hand in hand back from the mausoleum, which turns out is in fact ours, as I suspected by the number above the door, he just told me the same thing he always has before the trials I have been allowed to be forewarned about before.
‘Trust me, Little Lamb. Trust your devotion to me. Trust yourself. It’s never steered you wrong before, I know it won’t now.’
My heart swells and bleeds in equal measure as my ‘lady’s maids’, Delphine and Isabelle, help me pull on my union clothes.The dress I shall carry out my final trial in as well as finally complete my Pairing to Billy is beautiful.
The all black silk dress exposes my chest, collarbones, and arms, with its off the shoulder draped sleeves, a low-cut neckline plunging deep between my breasts, my locket tucked between, and its tight floor length, figure-hugging shape. Dual splits run up either side of the skirt, revealing the skin of both legs and my pale pink garter which is currently housing five little razorblades.
Isabelle steps back from tucking a lock of my hair beneath the thick black beaded headband placed atop my head, behind my ears, my wavy hair left to hang simply down my back.
