Page 7 of Touch Her and Die
He buried his face into the side my neck and he took me harder until the coiling of my orgasm was so strong, I couldn’t tell you which direction was up or down. There was nothing but the slap of the water between us and the hate seething from our bodies and the desire and need. And fuck.
How could I go back to life before him?
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Halle’s heartpounded away as I kissed the artery at her neck. I grazed my teeth over the vein that was the most vulnerable place inside her. A straight line to that fragile fucked up heart.
A shudder of air and a squeak of pleasure escaped her as I felt the pulse of her core pulling at me. She was coming for me. Only me.
I fucked her through it until she was gasping for air and her nails dug deep in my shoulders, until her body seemed to shake in my arms, and then I let myself come inside her.
“Mine. Halle, you are mine.”
I stilled, letting her calm. Letting the walls of her pussy calm. We stood in the shower until the water started to chill. I needed to feel her like this. Know that she was real. I hadn’t made up my dark little angel.
“Maybe we take this back to bed?”
She didn’t say anything as I turned off the water and carried her out, still impaled on my cock that didn’t seem to realize we’d already had her three times in the last few hours.
I grabbed the towels and finally lifted her off of me and set her down. It took a second or two before she seemed to be able to stand.
Her body was made for sin. There was no wonder she could get away with everything so easily. I ran the towel over her hair, dabbing at the droplets. I pulled it around her and closed it around her shoulders and dried her off the best I could.
“What is going through that pretty little head of yours?” I asked.
The pause almost killed me.
“You say I am yours. But are you mine?”
I paused my mission to touch every inch of her wet body.
“Yes, there is no one else out there who gets me.”
She studied me for far longer than was comfortable.
“Are you contemplating my death or what I just said?”
I guess I would take an end by her hands before I would succumb to the shit show of my life right now.
“Both?”
I couldn’t stop myself as I traced her face with my hand.
“At least you’re honest,” I said.
She started to walk away, and I wrapped the other towel around my waist to follow her.
“Where are you going?”
She didn’t answer, but the light flicked on in my closet at I followed her.
She went to the section of closet that I’d given her and grabbed for a blood red dress. One that I’d gotten her on a strange whim and she’d yet to wear.
“Where the fuck are you going dressed like that?”
My cock was already getting hard at the look of her in the too-sexy-for-public dress.
