Page 144 of Even Robots Die
“That wonderful brain of yours that never seems to stop.”
Thrust.
“You.”
Thrust.
“I love you, Furious.”
I think he broke me, because I don’t know what to say. I can't seem to find my words, and I’m slightly overwhelmed by his declaration.
“And you don’t need to do anything to deserve that love,” he adds as he picks up speed. “Never with me.”
The way his hips keep pumping is setting me ablaze and at the same time, his words are like a balm on my heart.
“Be bold. Be brash. Be sassy. Be greedy. Be furious. As long as you’re you, I’ll be next to you.”
And as if he knew his words would have more impact this way, he thrusts one last time and instead of pumping he uses his vampire speed to make me feel like he’s vibrating inside of me.
But that’s not all. I remember the little piece of metal I noticed when I woke him up earlier. It’s positioned right at my clit with him like this, and as his cock vibrates inside of me, this little niece of metal is doing exactly the same to my clit.
And that’s all I need to explode in pleasure again.
I’m panting when Brice ups his speed even more, and in a loud roar—that I’m pretty sure the whole of Notre Dame heard—comes inside of me.
He looks me in the eye before claiming my mouth once again. This time it’s soft and feels like we have all the time in the world.
When he stops, it’s to stare at me again.
“You’re the most beautiful creature in the world,” he says with awe in his eyes, and maybe, just maybe, I’m starting to believe him.
“I love you, Furious.”
“And even if you make me mad most of the time, I do too,” I answer him. I know he’s not telling me to get an answer out of me, but I stillfeel the need to say those words out loud. “I think I loved you even when you were a maddening bastard who fed me pastries.”
“Good,” he says. “I plan to feed you some more.”
Then he switches our positions again as if I weigh nothing, and I end up straddling his hips.
And obviously he’s hard again.
I look down at him with a raised eyebrow.
“What can I say? The sight is amazing. You can’t expect me not to fully enjoy it,” he tells me unapologetically.
I lift my hips and take his cock inside of me.
“You feel so fucking good,” he says with awe in his voice. “Look how you take me so well.”
“That piercing of yours is maddening,” I tell him as I feel it rub at my clit as I move above him.
“Not as much as your cunt wrapped around my cock,” he says.
I’m thoroughly enjoying myself, but I still have one question, or remark, or whatever one wants to call it.
“If you’re taking all of me, awesome pieces and less awesome ones, then I want to take all of you too,” I say.
That seems to stop Brice's hands that were making their way from the top of my thighs to my ass cheeks.
