Page 222 of Sinister

It’s . . . odd. I feel so full, yet it’s not an unpleasant sensation.

He keeps his bleeding arm over the place we are joined in, letting more blood pour over his cock as he slowly pulls back only to slam inside me again.

His hand moves from my hair to my hips, holding me in place as he begins a wicked and erotic assault.

There is still an echo of pain, but it slowly morphs into something else. It’s different than before. Bolts of pleasure spike through me in quick succession.

I slump onto the ground, clutching at the carpet as my eyes roll in the back of my head. Ragged moans fill the room—mine and his.

“That’s it. You’re doing so good, darling,” he murmurs appreciatively.

He leans over me, his knees planted on each side of my hips as he starts pistoning in and out of me at lightning speed. With each thrust, the pleasure becomes more nuanced, more potent.

I can feel it. It’s coming. It’s the same, but different, and it’s coming.

Tears flow down my cheeks as the climax is wrenched from me. It’s hard, fast, and all-consuming.

I shout his name as I clench around him, and he follows me swiftly in ecstasy, falling on top of me. His release is hot, filling me to the brim, and for moments on end, his cock continues to pulse inside of me.

He gathers me in his arms, holding me tight.

“Thank you,” he whispers in my ear. “Thank you for giving me this gift. I will treasure it. Always.”

“I love you,” I reply. “Always.”

He nuzzles his face against my nape.

“The bond . . . do you feel it?”

I nod. “The mark burns hot against my skin. It’s as if it has a life of its own.”

“It does. Our bond is a living thing, Petra. It will follow us everywhere in this universe. Everywhere.”

“I’m glad,” I say, “that way we can never be parted.”

“It is my vow to you that no matter what happens, I will always find you. Not even the devil himself could keep me from you, my sweet Petra.”

I sigh happily and burrow deeper in his embrace. I am relaxed, content, and happier than I’ve ever been.

Unfortunately, nothing this good can last too long, as moments later, I remember the engagement party, the fact that someone will notice my absence. And I don’t want to think what will happen once my father gets wind of it.

I scramble to my feet, looking around for my clothes.

“I need to go back,” I mutter frantically.

“Now?”

I turn to him. He’s standing in the middle of the room, stark naked, his body splattered with blood.

“Yes. You know as well as I do that my father cannot notice my absence.”

“Then don’t go at all. Stay here, with me. Forever.”

I gulp down, the prospect of spending an eternity with him, here, far too appealing.

“I would want nothing else. But we would be confined to an isolated experience. Do you want us to spend an eternity underground?”

“I would not mind it.” He shrugs.