Page 43 of Providence

“People don’t pressure me to do things. I pressure people to do things. I’m here because I want to be,” I growled, and while it was a small lie, Judas had pressured me into making a move, I found that I wasn’t entirely lying. I did want to be here, which surprised the shit out of me.

She smiled at me again. “I never thanked you for taking care of Madoc for me, when I couldn’t. I appreciate it more than I can ever express.”

I shrugged like it meant nothing, like those hours where I thought she was dying weren’t some of the hardest of my life. “It's what anyone would have done.”

She reached a hand across the table and placed her fingers over mine. “No. It really isn’t. Despite what you seem to think, you are a good fucking man, Goliath.”

I swallowed hard, not looking into those piercing violet eyes, because then I’d be lost. I couldn’t do it. Couldn’t take that leap just yet, despite Judas’ urging.

She shook her head. “Goliath, look at me.” I ignored her, watching the front door like we were about to be attacked by the fucking army or aliens or some shit. “Goliath. Look at me.”

I dragged my eyes to her, waiting for pity but finding nothing but heat. Raw, burning desire that set my blood on fire and made my dick hard instantly.

“You are a good man. I see your worth, and I am willing to wait until you see it too.” She let out a short laugh. “Despite the fact you’ve been a fucking psycho, and probably against my better judgement, I want you.” Her voice dropped low, so it was almost a purr. “I want you so fucking bad that I’m wet and fucking aching for you right now.”

My dick became titanium in my jeans and I growled so low, I could see the tremble of need run over her skin. I down my beer in a single gulp, waving for her to do the same. She downed the fruity drink with impressive speed, then I was grabbing her hand and dragging her to the hall behind us.

I pushed open the door to the men’s bathroom. One guy was taking a piss in the urinal. “Get the fuck out,” I snarled, and the guy must have still had all his wits about him, because he cut that shit off mid-flow, stuffed his dick back in his pants, and fucked off.

I grabbed Serendipity, dragging her to my chest and kissing her so hard I felt her lips swell beneath mine. She moaned, rolling her hips against mine, trying to appease that ache she was purring about. I picked her up, slamming her into the wall, my forearm cushioning her back slightly. I didn’t want to hurt her, and the fact nearly stunned me out of my lust haze. Instead, I jammed my hands up her skirt, tracing the line of her panties until I could slip my fingers beneath them. Fuck, she hadn’t been lying. She was wet for me.

I growled and slammed two fingers inside her, making her back arch and a scream tear from her lips. She kissed me harder, her nails pressing into the back of my skull as she devoured my mouth.

I slid my thumb over her clit and she pulled away panting. “Please, Goliath,” she pleaded.

“Please, what?”

“I want you to fuck me,” she gasped as I increased my pace.

“I am fucking you.” I ground the heel of my palm over her clit to make my point, finger fucking her hard and fast. The moan she let out made me want to jizz in my fucking pants.

“I want your monster goddamn cock inside me now, Goliath,” she screeched, but it was too late. I felt her coming all over my fingers, soaking my palm. I gave a male grunt of satisfaction as I lifted my fingers to my lips and sucked her juices off.

Her pupils were blown wide, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. She grabbed my fingers, placing them between her lips and sucked them too.

Fuck. Me.

It was like my fingers were directly connected to my cock and I couldn’t take it anymore. Pressing her into the wall with my chest as she sucked my fucking fingers like it was my dick, I reached between us and released my cock. It sprung free and I shifted her with one hand under her ass. I pulled her panties to the side and the head of my cock found her entrance like it was fucking Mecca for dick, and I drove in until my balls slapped against her ass.

She ground against me, but I held her still, pinning her to the wall like a butterfly to a board, and dragged my cock out, slamming it back in hard. I wrapped my hand around her throat lightly, not enough to do any damage, but just enough that she began to pant. The threat of violence turned my girl on, and her sweet pussy clenched around me.

I rode her hard and dirty, her nails scoring gouges in my flesh, and my fingers pressing tiny bruises into her soft curves. Finally, she was screaming around my cock, and I caught the sound with my mouth, eating her screams like they were the only thing that gave me sustenance.

As she trembled around me, I finally let go, ramming my cock so deep inside her that she gave another high pitched moan, and I came deep inside her. I wanted to bury myself in her soul, the way she’d fucking hacked at mine until she’d made herself a place there.

I shifted to the left, preparing to rest her on the damp vanity, but instead, my boot hit a patch of spilled hand soap, and it slid out from underneath me. Overbalancing, I slipped backwards, landing hard on my back, my skull bouncing off the dirty towels. I saw stars as my brain sloshed around inside my head, and Sera gave a cry as her knees slammed down on the tiles either side of my hips, one hand trapped underneath my back, the other pressed above my head, saving us from smacking our heads together.

She checked me over real quick. I saw the moment that she realized we were both basically indestructible. “Lucky we are immortal, right?” she said, leaning forward to kiss my lips, despite the fact we were on a piss covered floor. I looked up at her huge eyes, her kiss swollen lips, her just fucked hair, and something churned painfully to life in my chest.

“Immortal, yeah. But I think you could destroy me,” I said softly, regretting the vulnerable words as soon as they passed my lips.

She leaned forward, her eyes staring into mine, her lips brushing over mine as she said, “Never.”

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Serendipity

We stumbled out of the bathrooms still high on adrenaline and that post-sex glow. Well, I was glowing, Goliath still looked scary as fuck, but now instead of his dark eyes glinting like cut glass when he looked in my direction, there was a softness to his face. Or so I told myself.

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