Page 32 of His to Slash

As the aftershocks of my orgasm subsided, he rose to his feet, his body looming over mine. The look in his eyes was fierce, almost feral, as he aligned himself with my entrance. I could feel the blunt head of his erection nudging against me, and I knew that this was only the beginning.

With one swift thrust, he was inside me, filling me completely. I gasped at the intrusion, my body stretching to accommodate him. It was a tight fit, the friction between us almost unbearable, but he didn't give me time to adjust. He pulled back and then drove into me again, setting a brutal pace that left me gasping for breath.

Our bodies moved together in a primal dance as old as time, each thrust pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I could feel another orgasm building, this one even more intense than the last. My nails scored down his back, leaving marks, but he didn't seem to notice—or care.

He was relentless, his hips pistoning as he drove into me with wild abandon. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him in even deeper, wanting—needing—to feel him as deep inside me as possible.

His breathing was ragged now, his movements becoming more erratic as he neared his own release. I could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles bunched and flexed with each thrust. He was close, so close, and I wanted to take him over the edge with me.

I reached up, my fingers tracing the contours of his mask before slipping down to his jaw. I pulled him down for a fierce, claiming kiss, our tongues tangling as we both hurtled towards completion.

And then, with a final, brutal thrust, he tumbled over the edge, his body shuddering as he found his release. The sensation of him pulsing inside me was enough to send me careening over the cliff with him, my body clenching around him as I came harder than I ever had before.

We clung to each other, our bodies slick with sweat and trembling from the force of our releases. The forest around us seemed to sigh, the natural sounds of the night returning as we slowly came back to ourselves.

He pulled out of me, and I couldn't help the whimper of loss that escaped my lips. But he wasn't leaving me—not yet. He gathered me into his arms, holding me close as our breathing slowed and our heartbeats returned to normal.

I rested my head against his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart beneath my ear. It was a sound that should have been comforting, but there was a part of me that knew this was just the calm before the storm. We were both caught in a web of darkness and desire, and there was no telling what the future might hold for us.

But in that moment, none of it mattered. All that mattered was the man holding me in his arms and the connection between us that defied explanation. I knew that I was irrevocably changed, marked by the darkness that dwelled within him—and within me.

And as the moon cast its silvery glow over us, I realized that I wouldn't have it any other way.

twenty-eight

I sat in silence,the forest around me a dark, watchful presence. Leaning into Grayson’s side, my body still thrum with residual energy, but exhaustion weighed heavily on my limbs. I took a deep breath, letting the scent of earth and pine fill my lungs, grounding myself in the present moment.

"I don’t know what’s going to happen when we face him," I admitted softly, breaking the silence. "But we’re going to finish this. One way or another."

Grayson’s hand found mine, his fingers wrapping around my hand in a firm, possessive grip. His gaze burned into mine, and I could feel the unspoken promise between us. We would face Cain together. And this time, we would win.

Time seemed to blur as we sat there, the minutes stretching into an indeterminate span of rest and healing. Slowly, my strength returned, my body mending itself at an inhuman pace. Grayson’s wounds, too, seemed to be closing; the blood on his clothes dried and flaked away as new skin knitted itself together.

When I finally rose, Grayson followed, his movements fluid and predatory. I turned to him, my gaze steady and unflinching. "We go back," I said simply. "We finish this."

Grayson’s eyes narrowed, a silent question hanging between us. Was I sure? Was I ready?

But I didn’t waver. I flexed my fingers, feeling the darkness coil and twist beneath my skin, eager to be unleashed. "Let’s make him regret ever thinking he could control us."

A flicker of understanding passed through his eyes, a glimmer of something close to a smile. He dipped his head in a curt nod, and together, we turned and headed back through the woods.

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The industrial site loomed like a monstrous predator against the night sky, its jagged metal structures casting menacing shadows in the faint moonlight. A chill slithered down my spine as I stepped onto the cracked concrete, the acrid scent of decay and ancient blood thick in the air. I could almost feel the darkness wrapping around me, heavy and oppressive.

Grayson stayed close beside me, his body tense and coiled, ready for an explosion of violence. But there was a calmness to him now, a focus that mirrored my own as we prepared for the inevitable confrontation—round two against Cain.

Silently, we navigated the abandoned complex, each step deliberate, each sound amplified in the stillness around us. I was hyper-aware of every creak in the building, every whisper of wind that slithered through broken windows. My senses sharpened, extending beyond my physical form; I could feel the tremors in the air and an unsettling energy at the heart of this forsaken place.

And then I sensed him—Cain. The thought sank into my gut like a stone, the air around me thickening with his twisted presence.

There he stood on the factory floor, a dark silhouette framed by rusted machinery. His mask gleamed dully in the dim light; the way he carried himself radiated danger, but I noticed it too—a flicker of surprise. He hadn’t expected us back so soon.

Taking a deep breath, I felt a surge of courage. "Surprised?" I taunted, my voice steady despite the pounding of my heart. Shadows spilled from my feet, swirling around me with a mind of their own.

Cain didn’t respond with words. Instead, a low growl rumbled from his chest, and I couldn’t help but shudder. It was a feral sound, primal and filled with a weird respect that sent a thrill through me. But there was no time to ponder it; we were here to finish this.

Grayson edged closer, muscles taut as a drawn bowstring, ready to explode into action at any moment. The tension in the air thickened into something palpable, my instincts screaming at me that this was it—the moment we had built towards.

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