“Yes, so close. Don’t stop,” I gasped. “Fuck me harder.”
“Is this hard enough?” He drove into me with a series of rapid, brutal thrusts. “Is your cunt weeping happily? I’m ruining you for anyone else.”
“You already have,” I said, fucking him back, my breasts bouncing. “Over and over.”
With a growl, he lifted me and turned us so I was on my hands and knees on the rug, still joined. He settled behind me and buried himself deep within me.
The room smelled of heavy sex as our cum mixed, the wet sound he made by driving into me relentlessly obscene and erotic.
“Look the mess you made,” he hissed.
His hips moved frantically, his cock plunging into me, and I slammed my ass back into his groin to increase the friction. The pleasure was too much.
“Tell me, who owns this lovely, needy cunt?” he demanded.
I wigged my ass to taunt him. “You tell me. Better, show me.”
He thrust into me, so brutal and merciless and claiming. For a moment, I was afraid that I couldn’t take it.
“Who owns this cunt?” he demanded.
“You,” I whimpered. “It’s always you.”
“Say it in a full sentence.”
“My desperate cunt belongs to you, H…Nero.”
He passed for a second, then fucked me even harder, using my cunt for his insatiable male pleasure.
“Only I can fuck this cunt. Anyone touches you, and I’ll slaughter them.”
Sharp, unbearable pressure kept mounting in me. Building. Cresting. I wanted him to destroy me completely.
“Shatter for me,” he ordered. “Come on my cock like a good girl.”
I could no longer fight back. His words were the law.
I threw my head back as my orgasm broke over me. My cry echoed through the penthouse, raw and primal.
My pussy milked his cock. Clenching. Taking everything he had to give.
“I’ll fuck this hot cunt to eternity,” Nero promised. His own release followed instantly, his hands gripping my hips with bruising force as he pinned me to him, riding out my climax.
His cock grew larger, plunging deeper. His hot seed spilled into me, claiming me.
I trembled, breathless and spent. His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. I felt his heartbeat pounding against my back.
His lips traced my neck in the afterglow. “Have I told you you’ll be my undoing?” he murmured.
“Always, lover boy,” I purred back.
When our breathing steadied, he brought me to the vast bed. It was similar to our marriage bed from the glass palace of the Underworld. The sheets were black silk, cool against my heated skin. The posts were carved with roses and skulls and pomegranates.
An ache rose in my chest, but I didn’t let it show on my face as I smiled at Nero, who now lay on his side, his heavy arm draped over my waist, his gaze never leaving me.
I studied his profile in the dim firelight. His every gesture and effort now unfolded with painful clarity. Reaper Academy, built for me as a sanctuary. Every gothic detail was his desperate reconstruction of the world we had shared. All of it, an attempt to restore my memory, to make sure I survived this time, and to break the curse of our endless cycle.
He had always known the unshakable truth I had forgotten: I had loved him.
