Page 764 of Coal Hearts

I felt endlessly sad for Ily having to watch and myself for having to participate.

I would rather die than betray her.

To end my life before Victor could think of other ways to torture us.

I didn’t move a single muscle.

I willed my cock to deflate.

I wanted to forget, to pass out...

Only...

Soft, gentle hands landed on my lower belly.

I flinched as a zing of hot energy shot through me.

Energy that fed me better than any banquet from Victor’s kitchens.

Energy I recognised.

It can’t be...

Why would he—?

She stroked me gently, tentatively, teasing with the lower wrap of my bandages.

The softest cry escaped her.

And in a heart-blazing supernova, I knew.

Ily.

Fuck, Ily.

My cock leapt inside her.

Every shred of strength I had left arrowed between my legs and worshipped the girl I’d missed with every fucking piece of me.

So close.

On top of me.

Here.

With me.

Fuck.

I groaned around my gag.

My ears rang to hear her voice.

But she didn’t make a sound.

Pushing up with my foot planted on the floor, I arched my hips in question.

She moaned and sat heavier over me, wriggling a little to find that perfect welcome. Her dryness swelled to wetness, coating both of us in delicious silky warmth.