Page 167 of I Will Mend You

“Tell me what you need,” I snarl.

Her breath quickens. She jerks on her back, making her breasts jiggle. “Please, Xero. I need you inside me.”

Desire overwhelms my senses. Arousal shoots straight to my cock at her raw need, and the edges of my vision go dark. Every instinct screams at me to pull out my fingers and replace them with my cock, but I force myself to resist.

Part of me still reels from the time she mistook me for Father. I know she’s no longer under the influence of hallucinogenic drugs, but I need to be sure this is what she truly wants. We’re on the precipice of a breakthrough. This has to go at Amethyst’s pace, not mine.

“Xero,” she cries.

My name on her lips sparks a primitive urge to claim and mark her as mine. Clenching my teeth, I snarl, “Can you handle it?”

“Yes,” she gasps out, her voice barely louder than a breath. Her fingers take my shaft in a death grip, pulling it closer to her sweet, wet pussy. “Please.”

My cock twitches.

Not yet…

Not until she demands it.

“I’m already inside you.” I scissor my fingers, resisting the urge to position myself at her entrance.

Her breath hitches, and she squirms around my fingers. “I want you to fuck me, Xero. Please. I need to feel your cock.”

My digits slide out of her slick pussy. I take hold of my shaft and rub its tip of my cock against her folds. “Is this what you want, little ghost?”

She shivers. “Please, Xero.” Her voice breaks. “Fill me up. I need your cock. Fuck me.”

My chest thrums with satisfaction. There’s no doubt about it—she’s ready. But I’ve become addicted to the sound of her begging.

“You can do better than that,” I say, my breath shallowing.

Tears well up in her eyes and she cries out, the sound a mix of frustration and need. “I want you more than anything. I’ve been dreaming of this, needing this. Please, Xero, I’m begging you. Fuck me hard. Fill me with your huge dick.”

Her desperate pleas break the last of my restraint. With a growl, I thrust into her, feeling her tightness envelop my cock. The sensation is overwhelming, almost too much. I’m on the verge of coming, but I grit my teeth, not wanting to disappoint my little ghost.

Her pussy muscles clench and spasm around my shaft, pulling me closer, milking my every inch. I hold still, wanting to imprint this memory forever.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I groan, my voice rough. “So perfect around my cock.”

She whimpers beneath me, her body trembling. “I almost forgot you were so big.”

I push down to the hilt, and her pussy quivers around my shaft, adjusting to my girth. We lie together on the rug, gazing into each other’s eyes. This is the moment I thought we’d have during our conjugal visit. I planned on claiming her in the visitation room and telling her in person not to mourn my passing because I had a way for us to be together forever.

Her muscles stop adjusting around my shaft, leaving her body open to me completely. Only then do I move with deliberate thrusts, driving into her slick heat with a careful rhythm.

Clenching around my cock, she moves her hips in counterpoint to my thrusts, giving back as much pleasure as she’s receiving. The rhythm quickens, our bodies moving as if we’ve been together for years instead of weeks.

“Tell me how it feels,” I growl, my lips brushing her ear.

“Incredible… So deep… so good… but not enough,” she moans, her body trembling.

I move faster, spurred on by her cries for more. Her body arches into mine, and I can’t get enough of my little ghost. Her tight, wet heat grips me like a vise, pushing me to the edge.

“Amethyst, you drive me wild,” I groan, my voice thick with desire. “Fucking you is like teetering on the brink of madness.”

Her moans grow louder, and I can tell she’s close. “Please, Xero,” she begs, her voice desperate. “Touch me. Make me come.”

I reach down, my fingers finding her swollen clit, and circle it in time with my thrusts. She cries out, her inner walls clenching so hard that my eyes roll to the back of my head.

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