He pauses, and I realize maybe I’ve caught him by surprise. Then again, this is his first time. Shit. But he’s such a natural.Maybe he won’t. . . mind? So I press further. “Because bad girls need to be punished. Our little asses need to be spanked sometimes.”
A noise comes from his throat, and he leans over me, a pair of hands shooting out to grasp my wrists, pinning them to the sleeping bag. “Ungh!” I groan, my hips meeting his. Oh my god, I fucking love being restrained during sex, and I didn’t even have to tell him.
“Bad girls,” he hisses in my ear, his huge chest rubbing against my peaked nipples, “get punished.”
“Then please, can I come?” I cry.
“Come now as I fuck you.”
It hits almost the same moment he gives his permission. I howl as light explodes throughout my body, but suddenly Kharon pulls out.
I whine at the loss of fullness, but he continues to rub my clit through my climax, riding his hand shamelessly.
I only blink dazedly when I feel him pull away from me and watch as he takes his slick cock in hand and jerks it roughly.
“What. . . are. . .?” I can barely manage words, and my legs shake from aftershocks.
His face is strained as he answers. “Don’t want to get you with kit,” he says, two-fisting his cock.
I watch in excited fascination, not able to help myself from reaching down to my own swollen, overused clit and rubbing myself. The orgasm that finished is still lingering and amps right back up again.
He watches me and strokes himself harder, almost furiously.
Another blinding orgasm hits at the same time cum erupts out of him. My eyes are on his face this time. The agonized look of pleasure there. I’ve never seen anything like it. He’s watching me like he’s pained by how beautiful I am. How good the pleasure is, so precious, so shocking?—
I want to memorize this moment.
Part of me wishes I could forget everything I was before and who I’ll be when I leave this place.
I only want to exist with him in this pleasure-drenched forever.
NINETEEN
KHARON
She is the most beautiful,perfect treasure.
I want to keep her.
I can’t keep her. She’s not mine to have.
I am in agony, and all I want to do is be buried inside her again. I did not know. It is probably better that I didn’t know what I was missing all these years. I would’ve been driven truly mad, indeed.
To have this and then lose it. . .
I stare into the darkness, knowing morning will soon come. We will continue our journey to deliver her back to her world. To her life. A life where I am not welcome.
I will return to my cold prison. I’m not locked to dungeon walls anymore, but it’s still a prison all the same.
Hannah is starting to realize it, I think. Yes, she has the child, but what company are the rest of us? We are monsters who have tormented one another for our entire existence. We cannot escape our life or go among the humans because we terrify them.
Abaddon has condemned her to this life because he is selfish.
Even if Ksenia were willing, how could I do the same? How many years before she started to hate me for the isolation being with me would mean?
Romulus is the only one among us who can pass undetected among humans. He occasionally talks about taking Hannah on day trips to the cities where she can be among her own kind, but Abaddon is so concerned about the angelic threat he has cautioned her against it. And she has listened.
But how long will she be able to bear the remoteness? She calls us family and says we are enough, but I’m afraid it is lip service said out of love for her mate.
