Brax snorted. “The ones around here already behave, Penny. I’m the odd duck.”
“I like ducks. Ducks on the lake at Grove Park. Used to skate there, too. I liked to skate. Like it cool. Ice cream on hot days. And... popsicles. I like popsicles.” Her fingers trailed down his back and moved around to the front, eyes blurry as she looked at the sparse dark hairs at the base of his torso and the thick white length now in her fist. “Let’s go.”
HE LOOKED DOWN AT HER. So much smaller. So much hotter. Warmer, even when he wasn’t freezing to death.“Let’s go,” she says.
Maybe that’s as romantic as it gets when you’re former enemies and currently trapped in some witch’s snow globe.
“Let’s go.”
She guided him in as he pushed past her palm. She breathed out, and he breathed in, lips brushing, then sticking, staying, bodies uniting.
“Fuck, Penny, sweet little paradise...” Brax gasped and couldn’t find words to match the sensations as he felt himself breach this sweet little fortress. He shook the way you do after being out in a blizzard and suddenly finding yourself in front of a roaring fire. “Fuck, burn me alive.”
“I don’t think that’s possible. You’re not living.” Penny replied, gasping and giggling while clutching him closer.
He put his head to hers. Tightest, warmest paradise, and when the girl said, “Let’s go,” well, she effing well meant it. No build up with this one. She was starving, no, burning, and he could put the fire out. Her legs went up over his, back arched, breasts pushed up, and they writhed together, bodies making sense when sick and scarred minds could not. “My girl is on fire...”
ON FIRE. YES. SHE HADbeen.
Now, she wasn’t, no matter what he said. She was finally cooling off, andooooh, it was amazing.
“Brax,” she moaned, head thrashing pleasurably. “Not gonna burn you, because you’re too cold. Oh, so perfectly cold, yes, cold!” Cold and thick,thickcock pushing apart dripping hot walls. No one had ever filled her this way, or connected with her like this. It was snug and a little painful for a second, but the escape from the fever was so instantaneous that it paled and disappeared in seconds. When she said “Let’s go,” she meant it. This was going into battle, fighting something inside her, maybe something she’d been wanting as well. No tentative, no slow.Brax charges in with me.
Maybe that’s how it is with monsters. They know how to fight. Could they know how to love, too?
They must. Brax gives it everything he’s got.
I like everything he’s got, and I’m pretty sure every inch is inside me. Yes. Want Brax. WantthisBrax, the Brax I can see now. My vision is a little blurry, but a lot of stuff is clearer. She pulled back from the hungry kisses she was exchanging with him to inform him in a happy babble, punctuated with little nibbles to his jaw, “I want this. I told you I did, and I was right. You’ll just melt, and then you’ll melt in me, and it’ll be awesome.” Penny let out a raspy, ragged sound that was part relief and part pleasure. “You get what you want, I get what I want. We are very... what’s that word when things go together?”
“Complementary?” he shifted inside of her, but didn’t get far, not in her desperate, pulsing grip.
ALIVE. HE DIDN’T COMPLAINabout the fact that she clung to him as if she’d been painted on. Marietta’s hands had often had the grip of madness, blood-soaked, possessed, and no longerfullyhuman, her soul long since shared with something dark and dreadful.
Penny held him like no one else ever had. His past lovers—they weren’t lovers. They were users, or he was the user, and things broke apart.
Even when she was fever-addled, Penny was somehow sane.
This was the grip of certainty. He regarded her, nose-to-nose, sure this revelation would be shared.
And what did his girl say?
“That’s a good word. Complementary. A big word. Like cathartic. But not what I wanted. I know. Twinsies. And c-words.”
He jerked his head back. “Penny!”
“What?”
“Well... I was gonna... I didn’t expect you to say that just then,” he concluded lamely, reminding himself that sick brains can feign certainty very convincingly.
“Oh. Sad now?” Penny pressed her hands with their swollen skin to his cheeks, steadying his head above hers. “Oh! Not that c-word. Cathartic. Complementary. See? C!”
He chuckled. “Not sad, sweetness,” he lied.
She bit his lower lip smartly, drawing blood, kissing it off while still looking into his eyes. Down below, Brax’s cock jumped hard and hit a nerve cluster that previous suitors must have failed to locate based on Penny’s gasp and eyes taking a brief tour to the back of her skull.
“Mental note. Brax likes bites. Duh. Vampire.”
“You’re saying the mental notes out loud, lover.”
