Page 44 of Anorthic Anarchy

Snagging her around the waist, I hoist her over my shoulder and carry her to the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind me, then laying her across the bed. My body crawls on top of hers, lifting my shirt she wears from her body while her fingers undo my belt.

I unbutton my shirt and toss it aside along with my pants.

“Spread your legs, angel.” She does, and I dive my face straight in. Being so young, she’s already soaked for me. Ripe and waiting. Tasting of candy and strawberries. She tosses her head back and moans, her fingers threading through my hair and tugging.

When I lift my gaze to hers, she says, “Please just...fill me.”

Is there such a thing as fear sex? Because I think we both feel it right now as I tap my cock on her clit, getting harder with each swing and grip on my dick. Opening her legs wider, I line up and thrust in, squinting my eyes shut at just how tight she is.

God, maybe I don’t want to stretch her.

Laying over her, my elbows bend on either side of her head as our noses touch. Her big eyes blink bashfully as I thrust inside nice and slow. When her face scrunches as I do, I check in with her. “You okay?”

After taking a quick inhale, she nods and smiles at me. “Yes.”

It’s not beyond my comprehension that this is different. The way I’m fucking her…it’s not fucking.

It’s something more desperate. Something I need, but so does she. Like sharing something of ourselves. Fear, yes. But also comfort or even pleasure without the added dose of pain. It’s been so long since I understood that, if I ever did.

I think I’m bonding with my wife.

She grunts again as I increase the pace. She likes it. Brushing her hair off her forehead, I kiss her there, then her lips. Andshe folds herself around me. Her legs wrap around my waist and arms over my back, holding on. Astrid’s body is small, but not breakable.

So when I pull back from our kiss and feel my balls thump, desperate to explode inside her, I push in harder. “You gonna come for me? I need you to. I need you to take all my cum and get it up inside you deep where it can’t escape.” Leaning over her, my head drops to her neck as I whisper, “So you can’t escape.”

Her whimpers pick up until she makes sweet sounds right over my ear. “Yes!” When I shove in again, her pussy flutters. She’s close.

“Yes, you’ll come? You won’t run away anymore?”

Tiny fingers lock on my neck and pull me back, so we are face to face. “No, I won’t.”

My lips tap the end of her nose, and she collapses around me.

But something strange happens.

She screams, “Vincente!”

And the sound of an angel’s voice shattering my true name makes me erupt along with her. Buried inside her like she’s coming to take me to Heaven.

One I don’t deserve.

Chapter 18

Astrid

It’s not like his hold is a security forme, though it feels like it. No. This is more forhimthan anything. It seems like I’m his comfort. Or sense of safety. And the way his gray eyes penetrate me as he comes unnerves me.

This time, we both need something, and I have just as much fear inside of me that’s reflected in his gaze.

I think we understand each other now.

When he breaks a small kiss from my lips and pants out a breath onto my face, I whisper, “So, hopefully, that worked.”

Is it terrifying that I want to get pregnant as quickly as possible with the monster’s baby?

I guess that’s what realizing how much danger you’re in if you’renotknocked up will do to a person. Plenty of people get pregnant while they are still teens. If I have to be one of them to survive, so be it.

She’ll be my only family.

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