Page 79 of Tainted Serenity

My fingers playfully trace along her neck until her breath hitch, and my fingers dance down to her full breast, cupping them with my palms. She looks straight into my eyes with an intensity that threatens to break my heart.

“You’re so fucking exquisite,” I murmur in her ears, my fingers continuing down to her dress before I hike it up above her waist.

Her lips part as I find the hem of her pants, dragging them below her knees.

“At least I will die in your arms,” she whispers, her eyes staring into mine as if she can see into the depths of my soul where she resides.

There’s a sorrow to her gaze, an understanding that this marks the end of our journey. Yet, a serene peace settles within her as her eyes soften, knowing this is it—the final chapter—and there will be no more pain after this.

We will finally be free, as we have long hoped for.

“There’s no death without me, little doll. I own your body and your heart, and I own your death as you own mine.”

Tears gather in her eyes, clinging to her eyelashes like beautiful raindrops—a weather I haven’t experienced in months and never will again.

Her lips meet mine again, and it’s as if there’s no one else but us here—no deadly flames, no rotten corpses, no guards waiting to capture us.

My finger finds its way to her panties, and even though we don’t have time, I let my hand brush against her clit until her hips buck against me. My cock strains against my boxers, but I won’t fuck her because this is all about her.

“Already writhing in my embrace,” I smirk at her, ignoring the fire around us.

If this is the last time I will be able to do this, then I will damn well seize the moment. Without a second hesitation, my hand finds its way under her underwear, noticing how soaked they already are.

“You gonna finger me or not?” she asks, a fiery tone to her voice which only makes me chuckle.

Yet there’s a weariness etched across her face, and I glance down at the bloodied fabric wrapped around her wrist. Though it makes me want to stop, I cannot deny her now.

“So impatient,” I grumble in her ear, causing goosebumps over her skin.

Falling to my knees before her—the only woman I’d ever do that for—I lean forward, my mouth fanning against the wetness of her panties. I hold her eyes as I remove her panties with my teeth, nibbling on her inner thighs.

“You’re fucking dripping, my darling.”

My tongue darts out, licking my way from her inner thigh and teasing around her swollen clit. She whimpers, and by the time my tongue flicks her clit once, twice, her legs tremble from keeping her standing. The heat from the blaze far behind us hits me, but I don’t stop. She is the only raging inferno in the room for me.

“I will spend my last fucking seconds worshipping your delicate body,” I tell her, flicking her clit with my tongue again.

“Then do it,” she replies breathlessly.

My tongue finds its way toward her center, licking between her folds before my fingers come up to glide against her slit, gathering her wetness and arousal. I make sure she looks at me when I lick my fingers, giving her a smirk as she gives me a heated look with hooded eyes from desire.

“You taste like mine, and there is no changing that. You are stuck with me until you take your last breath. I will never let you go now.”

My fingers go back to her slit, as does my tongue, and I lick her thoroughly, tasting her while reveling in the fact that I have her. At least for a while more. Her back arches against the stone wall, moans falling from her lips, mixing with the crackling wood as it falls apart in the room beside us. I plunge my fingers inside her wet heat, feeling her soak and clench my fingers, which causes her to moan louder. With my other hand, I grab her now bare hip, digging my nails into her skin and drawing out a hiss from her.

I curl my fingers inward, hitting that sweet spot inside her that has her writhing and buckling her hips against my face. I feast on her like she is a ravenous storm, devouring every ounce of her being, capturing her soul within my own.

It doesn’t take long until her legs tremble with the oncoming orgasm, and I flick my tongue on her clit repeatedly while fingering her. Her moans grow louder while saying my name over again, and her hands lift restlessly as if she doesn’t know what to do with them.

“You call my name like I’m your savior, when in fact, I’m the storm you’re seeking refuge from. Your undoing.”

She looks down at me, her hands gripping my hair as she clenches around my fingers. “I don’t care about that. You might be my undoing, but you’re the one who took my broken pieces in his embrace and made them whole. I’m nothing without you,” she says, making my heart ache in my chest.

This woman has made me feel more emotions during the months we have known each other than I have in my entire life, and I wouldn’t change a thing.

Her legs tremble, and I curl my fingers repeatedly while plunging three fingers inside her. Soon, her eyes roll back when her back arches, and she comes while screaming out my name, her moans louder than the crackling fire.

“I will never tire of seeing the beauty of you coming,” I tell her before standing up, kissing her with all that I have.

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