Page 64 of Soulless Deeds

Placing her down on the bed, I turned to leave when Spencer interlocked our fingers, her grasp so tight that mine responded on instinct alone.

She pulled, a quiet power in her touch that had me submitting to her soundless demand. I was too tired to resist,allowing all my previous reservations to trickle away as easily as water slipping through my fingers.

I bent forward, capturing her lips with mine.

We kissed with gentle pressure, unhurried in our exploration as our tongues danced to a throbbing, low beat. Before that, I’d only ever shared one single kiss. With her. And it ended in blood, pain and mourning.

This felt different, the caress simple, yet holding all the strength to total me to the fucking ground.

Clothes fell to the floor as we intertwined our bodies, my arms circling her frame from the back, pulling her so close, she was completely aligned against my front.

No words were spoken, communication clear through the meeting of our skin, fluent in the language that only the other could recognise.

My teeth sank into the beauty spot behind her ear while her ass writhed backward, my throbbing dick slipping through her cheeks.

Spencer’s thighs were moist, heat channelling into my flesh from her wet, weeping pussy.

Unable to resist, I pulled her in tighter, one hand skating down her abdomen as the other slid upwards between her breasts, settling over her healing wound. I poured all my remorse into the hole I’d previously made.

With a calm ease, I stroked her clit while the dripping head of my cock notched at her warm entrance from behind.

As if on cue, our centres met with a subtle shift of our hips, her walls giving way to the intrusion of my sensitive, corded shaft.

I entered a channel of pure pleasure, and as we repeatedly reconciled, my soul filled with contentment.

A fragile, dangerous longing thumped in my chest each time she fully accepted me. The position intense, the primal act meaningful and intimate.

Spencer freely gave her whimpers and moans while I continued to press deep inside her, switching from slow to high tempo.

It didn’t take long… Both of us setting down our weapons to embrace this electrical connection that we had denied so many times before.

Without that barrier, it was easy, our subconscious minds accepting what we were so scared to admit—that we belonged together.

Regret slammed into me every time I slammed into her. The thought of causing her harm gave me a visceral response of disgust—towards myself.

My unforgivable action of stabbing her in the heart felt like it was from a different life, one I livedbeforeher. I was an altogether different person to who I was now.

It’s then I knew. I’d never hurt her again.

My cold, decrepit organ of a heart gave a violent stutter, and my jaw painfully ground together from the foreign feeling.

We continued for hours. Stuck in a dazed state of bliss. Round after round. Utterly ravenous for one another. Continually chasing that intensity, the all-consuming bond that came with me buried within her.

And when Spencer reached her latest climax and cried my name, I had no way to resist, returning her gift with mine in turn.

“Saints.”I submitted, my Variant splintering the frosted glass walls of her room, which shattered into a million tiny pieces over the floor.

We refused to move, my dick still settled inside her warmth, our breaths synced as we inhaled deep, trying to regain some type of equilibrium.

And as we began to doze, my Variant sparked, recognising her heartbeat thumping perfectly in time with my own. That revelation broke down those final, lingering barriers, making me as buoyant as air.

XXVI

Echo

My vision sharpened on the woman in my arms, the last fragments of slumber threatening to desert me, no matter how much I wanted to stay.

Spencer remained in restful sleep, my dick still settled inside her. The knowledge caused warmth to raise beneath my skin.

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