Page 34 of Malice
I reveled in the sight of her face as she rocked her hips back and forth, the way her brows furrowed with every drag of my cock along that one perfect spot inside her, the effort it took her not to close her eyes. Her pleasure was mine in more ways than one. Not only was I the one responsible for it, but knowing that I was giving it to her amped up my own pleasure tenfold. What she was doing to my body was a carnal symphony in and of itself. But the true eroticism of the moment, the beating heart of my arousal, was giving it back to her.
It was then that I realized my pleasure was secondary to hers. If she wasn’t enjoying herself, it wouldn’t matter what she was doing to me. I wouldn’t be able to find any sort of satisfaction in the act. It would be empty, much like what I’d known before with Hel.
Staring into her eyes now, if I’d had any doubt Merri would be different from my previous experience, it would’ve been washed away. This wasn’t simple fucking. Perhaps it was the dreamwalk intensifying the moment, but right now, with her gaze on mine, our bodies joined, and an explosive climax on the horizon, what we were doing was transcendent. So much more than physical. If pressed to find a name for it, I’d have sworn then and there that Merri and I were quite literally making love. It was an act of creation, so much bigger than the two of us.
And then, of course, I would have punched myself for being such a prat.
But it was still the truth.
“Merri,” I whispered, throat tight with everything I was feeling.
“I know, I feel it too.”
A frisson of fear touched my heart at the way her voice trembled. She’d done dreamwalks with the others, she’d fucked them. Why would she be reacting this way as well? This wasn’t new for her.
Was it because it was me? Was there something about who and what I was that fundamentally impacted this moment for us? Had I gotten it all wrong, and this wasn’t some miraculous transcendental act, but the perversion of one?
That seed of doubt clawed at me, trying to take me captive, but Merri wouldn’t allow it.
“No,” she said, voice firm and cracking like a whip around me. Touching my chin, she pinched just tight enough that my mind emptied of everything but her. “None of that. Stay here with me.”
Distantly, I realized she must have picked up on my fear, especially in the seconds it outweighed my arousal. Even as I thought it, the emotion was little more than a distant memory. Something I could recall but no longer give shape or weight to. Itwas like trying to remember someone’s name or face, but all you were left with was a blank spot in your recollection.
“Feel it all with me, Grim. There’s only us right now. Nothing else. You and me and our connection.”
As though her words flipped a switch in my brain, I did just that. I let it all happen, the sensations between us heightening beyond what I thought possible because I wasn’t simply feeling my own euphoria; hers was there too, melding with mine. This was connection, total and complete.
“Come with me, Grim.” It wasn’t a request so much as a command, even given in that velvety voice of hers. And as with everything when it came to Merri, I realized I was helpless to deny her.
We came, me with an agonized groan as I filled her and secretly hoped I was the one to meet our goal. Not because I wanted to save the world but because I wanted Merri to be mine in some way, even if I knew I wouldn’t get to stay.
What better way to eternally preserve this moment between us than with a child? One that could be the physical representation of the connection between us. The connection that felt so real it was almost as if I could see the golden threads of it woven around the two of us, anchoring us to each other.
But no. That was just the firelight playing over our skin.
I chuckled, resting my head against her shoulder as she held me tight.
“Are you seriously laughing right now?” she complained, pulling away and staring at me.
I sighed happily. “You’ve rendered me stupid.”
“Oh?” she asked with a lift of one russet brow.
“I have no words to describe what we just did. Or the effect it’s had on me.”
She smirked. “Does that mean you enjoyed it?”
“What do you think?” I replied, rocking my hips upward so she could feel my already hard cock as it moved inside her again.
“I wonder if it’s always going to be this way between us,” she mused.
Her squeals of laughter cut off on a moan as I twisted our bodies until she was pinned beneath me on the sofa.
“Only one way to find out.”
