“But how can I? How can I change things? How can I let myself have you when I’ve done so much damage?”
“What about what I deserve?” I ask him, and he blinks at me.
“What?”
“I don’t want you to think about this in terms of what you deserve. I want you to think about me and what I deserve.”
His Adam’s apple bobs, and his eyes don’t stray from mine.
“You deserve the world,” he says.
I smile, placing a finger under his chin, my nail likely digging into his skin ever so slightly.
“Then give it to me.”
The fire crackles as I hold on to Candy’s hips and stare into her rounded pink eyes.
Could it be that simple?
Could I really change things in Purgatory? Could I simply just think in terms of what Candy needs and not what I deserve?
“You’re overthinking it,” she whispers.
My hands slide up her waist, and I can hear Krampus in the shower. I wonder if he’s taking extra long to give me and Candy some time. I can’t deny that I’m somewhat endeared to the horned beast of a man.
“It doesn’t seem fair for me to have you.”
“I don’t really give a fuck about fair right now, Mortem,” she says, her thick ass rubbing against my thighs.
She leans forward, our lips only a breath apart.
“If you kiss me, that means you’re in. No more talk about what you deserve, no more running. Kissing me means that you belong to me. You won’t belong to your realm anymore. You’ll be mine and I say what you deserve,” she says.
My cock grows in my pants at her words, and from her soft body that’s pressed against my lap.
“You want me to be yours, little cupid?” I ask in awe.
“I haven’t had anything that’s my own, nothing that I really wanted. I’m not the best cupid out there. I’ve never been special. But…when you and Krampus look at me, I feel special. So, yeah. If what you need is to be mine, it’s what I want, and I’d be yours too.”
“You’re not special, Candy, you’re extraordinary.”
She blushes and shakes her head.
“That’s sweet, but I’m really not.”
“Maybe if you can help me see myself in a different light, that I’m not all darkness, I can help you see how truly wonderful you are,” I say back.
I shift my hand up her back, cradling the back of her head, her soft curls pressing against my fingers as I lean forward and press her lips against mine.
Kissing her all those months ago felt frantic and consuming, and while this is equally consuming, it’s different.
This kiss is a promise of something far more. It’s not just carnal urges fueled by the ridiculous pink drinks the cupids have at their functions. This is me taking a step I never thought I’d take, promising myself to someone else, belonging to someone.
Her lips are as soft as I remember. I hold her close to me, our bodies flush with one another as she grips my shoulders and kisses me back with just as much passion.
A small fear still festers in the back of my mind, but this kiss helps put me at ease. She feels so right in my arms—her smaller frame nestled against mine feels so fucking good.
I push away my guilt and focus on Candy. She deserves a present partner; she deserves someone who puts her needs first.
