Truly and completely mine, and he’d spill blood for me.
He’d lay his own life down for me, and that’s all I need to know.
I add both my hands behind my mouth, making quick work of driving him mad.
His hips lift off the mattress, bucking as he fucks my mouth, and I end up just trying to survive what I started.
He comes down my throat, growling, and my toes curl.
He pulls me off his cock, his hands still tight in my hair, tugging me over him, to his lips.
Our mouths collide in a kiss that has heaven closing its doors in case we mean to storm the fucking place.
The world around us pauses, waiting for us to be ready to rejoin it as we devour one another, no barriers, no bullshit.
I feel stripped down and reborn.
“I died,” I breathe, pulling away and pressing my forehead against his, our sweat mingling.
“You did. For me.”
I smile, breathless when his mouth lifts in a spellbinding smile. I always thought seeing him smile would be scary, that nothing but the darkest shit could ever make it happen.
Now, I’m basking in it like he’s the sun, and I’m the cat, following his shine for as many moments of warmth I can get.
I don’t know if we’ll ever be anormalcouple, but I don’t think I’d ever want that.
I want every bit of what we are.
“I think I created a monster,” he groans as I reach between us and angle his still-hard dick toward my entrance, notching it there before sliding down it.
There’s an ache that tries to warn me off, but I ignore it.
“Maybe you did,” I breathe, pressing my hands down onto his chest for leverage.
Just like before, he lifts his ass off the bed, fucking into me from below with expert thrusts that have me hovering over him, a useless, mewling, mess.
“Good thing I have experience with monsters,” he grunts, gripping my hips and making me cry out at the added sting of pain.
Hours later, I wake in the middle of the bed. Waving my arm around aimlessly, I don’t find Koen anywhere. The silk sheetsslide over my skin, begging me to sink back into them and close my eyes, but I groan and sit up.
There’s a red lamp in the far corner of the room, serving as the only illumination left.
I have no clue what time it is or how long I slept.
“Koen?” I call.
No response comes.
The door’s ajar slightly, with no light filtering in from the hall.
My body protests as I slide my legs over the edge of the bed. I lost count of the number of orgasms or even sex that I had earlier. All I know is, I’m going to be reeling for days.
Poking my head out of the door, I curl my toes against the cold wood floors, biting the inside of my cheek apprehensively as I look both ways.
“Koen?”
Nothing.
