Page 502 of Coal Hearts

“I had a dream,” I blurted.

He broke out in goosebumps as I kissed his hot skin.

“I had a dream you were inside me.”

His cock lurched in my hands. Words strangled from his self-imposed silence. “I-I’m not going to fuck you.”

“Why?” I nipped his jaw.

He choked. “I’ve already told you. You’re hurt.”

“That never stopped you before.”

He stiffened into stone.

He shut down.

Every connection between us sucked into a black void, and...I took matters into my own hands...literally.

Rising on my knees, I grabbed his erection and angled him up. Without second-guessing, I positioned myself over his crown and sank down.

“Putain!” (Fuck!) Henri snarled as I sheathed him completely.

I cried out as his long, thick length penetrated me in one slick glide.

The thick invasion of him felt so threatening, so comforting, so familiar.

Glimpses of my dream reappeared.

Henri thrusting into me in a meadow full of bluebells. Kissing me in a thicket of purple pansies. Fucking me in a field of red, red roses.

Every glade was the colour of a bruise. Every flower stained with pain.

We might’ve been surrounded by crushed and wounded things, but each pump inside me was pure pleasure, pure happiness, pure bliss.

My thighs stuck to his as I sank down the final inch.

My core pinched a little, not quite ready—despite my erotic dream—to fully welcome such an invasion.

Faint echoes of what my body had endured hinted maybe Henri was right, and I shouldn’t do this. The needling in my ribs was back. My bruises growing hot. But then his cock twitched inside me, and...I stopped thinking.

Folding onto his chest, I found his mouth blindly in the dark.

And I kissed him.

Rode him.

He snapped.

I moaned as he surged upward. Seated himself deep, deep, deep.

Pain transformed into fire.

I became that fire.

He was fire.

We transformed into twin flames as he pierced my body and claimed me.