Page 67 of Guarded By the Nightmare

To blanket her beautiful brightness with all the shadows I possessed, pulling her utterly in, so that there was none of her to share with anyone else, in this world or any other reality.

And it would’ve been so easy to do, too, if she hadn’t opened her eyes again to look up at me.

“I love you, Sylas,” she said, in between the thrusts I gave her that filled her up. “And I’ve never told anybody that before.”

I knew it was true—because she wouldn’t have lied to me, and because I was holding her heart in my hand.

“My queen,” I whispered, and then I made time slow down.

50

MINA

I didn’t carethat our love was wrapped with death, as long as we were together.

Then everything became agonizingly slow. I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears, and I could count between the beats like thunder, waiting for lightning, a thing I couldn’t have done before.

And he was pushing in-in-in and I could feel every millimeter—no, micron—of him gaining me, stretching me, pushing my walls wide, while I whined, my jaw dropping impossibly slowly—then we both sped up, and he landed home, taking my breath and making me grunt.

“Did you like that my queen?” he asked from over my head, his black eyes bright.

I nodded helplessly.

“Good,” he purred, and did it again, this time on his way out, dragging his dick out of me, setting every nerve I possessed alight, making me feel hollow at my core, before speeding us up to normal, and plunging deep. “I like it too,” he said, and as he did it again Irealized that we weren’t having time-sex anymore—that I was about to get time-fucked.

So I groaned, and gave myself over to him completely.

I wanted every moment with him to erase some part of my history, to overlay the memories of how we’d gotten here and found each other, until there was only this place moving on—the unholy engine we’d created of him fucking me fast and then incredibly, almost painfully, slowly, as he drove me to the brink while still holding my heart.

I arched my hips up to take him, and had both hands on his wrist over my chest, daring him to plunge further, and to give me something to hold on to. “I need,” I began, but the word stretched out as he pulled time like it was a rubber band, until he snapped it back to place inside me.

“What, my queen?” he asked, bending over to stroke his face against mine. “My love,” he said, kissing me with his lips. The light shining from me to him when he was so close to me was blinding.

“To love you forever,” I teased, while smiling, when he rose up. “But also to fucking come.”

“One of those things I cannot grant you,” he said. “But the other...”

“Just normal please,” I added quickly. “Not that that wasn’t so good, but—I don’t need to be with you in surround sound.”

“Surround—” he began to question and I cut him off.

“I just want you here with me, all right?” I asked, while nodding.

“Of course.”

“Just soft. And gentle.”

“While I hold your heart,” he mused.

“Why not? It’s yours,” I said, and he bowed his head.

“Mina,” he whispered.

“Shhhh,” I said beneath him. “I’m still breathing.” He put a clawed hand at my hip and drove himself up carefully. “Yeah—just like that,” I said, and we started rocking in time. “Touch me too?”

“I can do one better,” he said, and a tongue erupted out from just above his dick to lick me.

I laughed. “Oh fuck, that’s cheating!”

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