Page 20 of Beatitude

Are you with me? Not ‘are you okay’. He knows that’s a stupid question. But am I with him? I think back through everything. There's no going back, there’s no escaping him and there’s no running from this. Do I really want to run? I did run but the entire time I hoped he was coming for me. Leaving him is not an option, my addiction to him running deeper than any logical thought or warning. Like a moth drawn to an alluring flame, I crave his presence and the intense heat that comes with it. Our union may be dangerous, like setting fire to gasoline, but I embrace the flames and am willing to burn within them as long as we burn together. Yes, I am irrevocably intertwined with him in every imaginable way, unable to break free from this passionate inferno we've created.

“Yes,” I whisper as I step toward him slowly. He watches me as if he’s waiting for me to freak out or bolt. I do neither, instead I jump into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist as my tongue plunges into his mouth. He growls, accepting my advances while slamming me into a wall before breaking the kiss. My hazy eyes look over him, his lips and mouth are smeared with Bucky’s blood. An odd compulsion comes over me as I put my thumbs on either side of his mouth and trail them upwards, causing the blood to form red lines, looking like a smile. His brows furrow and I release a laugh. It’s asmall giggle at first but soon turns into a full-on cackle, it’s not the smile that is making me laugh, no, it’s that in the short time we’ve been together, through all the pain, murder, fear… through all of it, I’ve come out the other side, feeling more alive than ever. This man, this serial killer has awaken a side of me I didn’t know existed, and instead of me feeling shame or disgust, I feel happy… free.

“I’m a monster,” I whisper against his mouth.

“You are,” he purrs while dragging his tongue up my chin and lips. “But so am I.” I giggle before sucking on his tongue.

“I killed a man,”

“You did.” He kisses the tip of my nose.

“And I have another I want to kill.” He lets out a breathy chuckle.

“Easy there my love. Let’s get the blood of your first off before you run to your next.”

“Fuck me,” I groan while grinding against him. He rolls his eyes in pleasure as he lowers me to remove my pants. He lifts me back up while freeing his hard dick before slamming it into me.

“Ohhh…now there’s a pretty noise.” He grunts while thrusting into me again. I’m frantic as I rip off our blood-stained clothes, our bodies covered in Bucky’s blood.

“Harder,” I rasp as his hand goes to my throat. “Ronan,” I whisper as I feel myself coming around his cock.

“You’re so perfect.” He whimpers out as he continues to thrust into me over and over again. “My perfect angel, so fucking beautiful. My soulmate… baby I’m going to come in you and you’re never leaving me again, do you understand me?” I nod over and over. This apparently irritates him because he thrusts deeper into me and holds me there, while staring into my eyes.

“Do. You. Understand. Me?” His voice is a low and feral tone that I feel in my core.

“Yes,” I whimper. “I’m never leaving. I love you, Ronan.” I pant as he starts thrusting again. My words cause his movements to halt. He stares at me, jaw slack.

“What?” He breathes out, and I notice he looks almost afraid of my response.

“I said,” I whine as I buck against him while kissing his lips. “I love you, Ronan.” His lips consume mine as he thrusts into me again, and again, and again. I try to move away to scream as I come again but Ronan grips me tighter, consuming my cries while allowing me to absorb his as we come together sealing this bond between us. This bond it’s unbreakable, sealed in the blood of our victim and fueled by a burning desire for more. More kills, more highs, more of each other. Just more. And I will never stop wanting, yearning, craving more of him and the life he’s presented to me. And I know that he too is wanting the same thing.

RONAN

EPILOGUE

ONE YEAR LATER

Everly's eyes bore into mine, her irises reflecting a twisted mirror of my own madness and insatiable desire. It's as if we are two halves of the same depraved soul, bound together by an unbreakable bond of mutual obsession.

“Are you ready?” she squeals out, her body nearly vibrating. She’s so beautiful when she’s excited like this. I haven’t seen it in so long. She’s been so happy over the last year, and… so have I.

After the clean up at the truck stop, I made a call to a friend in Oregon who helped us dispose of the bodies and her friend got us a passport for Everly. She and I crossed the border and six months later, we were married. Everly has thrived in our house. She spends her days working at a local coffee shop and evenings are spent with me. Some nights are dark and demented; I’ll chase her through the woods, setting up traps and fucking her senseless once she’s caught.Other nights, well, we watch television, make dinner together, cuddle even. It’s a side I’ve never experienced before and honestly, it scared the shit out of me the first couple of times. But now, I crave those nights almost as much as well, these trips.

“You fucking bitch!” Devon screams as he fights against his cuffs. We’re in an old abandoned barn on the outskirts of east Colorado. As a rule, I never visit the same area twice and after the absolute rampage she and I went on, I was ready to start going toward Florida for hunts. But what can I say, she has me wrapped around her delicate little finger and what my angel wants, she gets. And she wanted one last kill in Colorado.

“Hey,” I warn slowly as I sit on a stool. “That’s no way to speak to a lady.” Everly giggles brightly, her nose wrinkling from her large smile as she walks over to the table where my tools are.

“So many decisions,” she hums while looking at the different instruments. Spinning on the balls of her feet she looks at Devon. “You have no idea how excited I am that we were able to get together this weekend!”

“You’re fucking insane Pip!” He spits out causing her to flinch. I stay still, I’m not to move unless she gives me the word. This ishermoment. Not mine.

“Ya know,” She taps a pair of cutters to her plush lips as she strolls up to him. “I hate that name,” she growls. As she takes the cutters and…

“Jesus Christ,” I mutter as she snips the man’s nipple off. He starts thrashing and screaming as she drops the nipple on the table before walking back.

“You fucking cunt!” He slobbers through his tears and I release a low growl while shifting. Everly looks over to me, her magical eyes bright and excited.

“Love you.” She blows me a kiss and it has a cooling effect over my entire body.

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