Page 123 of Antiletum
“Say it.”
“I’m yours.”
With a thumb, he swipes away the hurt. Rolls the end of my nipple piercing between his thumb and forefinger. Then pinches again.
“What else?”
I grit my teeth, about to slip off of a ledge I didn’t even know existed. “You’re mine.”
“That’s right.” Another tender caress to wash away the pain. “Very good.”
Deos,if he keeps doing this I’m going to come again already.
Val’s hand slowly travels to my neck, cuffing it loosely. “What else?” he asks, voice ragged while he fucks me in long, deep, hard thrusts.
My breath catches, and he squeezes my throat, just barely, with that murderous hand that could end my life without trying.
“What. Else.”
“I trust you,” I breathe, barely audible, nearly impossible for me to say. The backs of my eyes sting, all of my perfectly constructed defenses falling away, crumbling right into my husband’s waiting hands.
Val rewards me by squeezing my throat tight enough my air becomes shallow. My pussy responds in turn, throbbing around him. Sweat rolls between my breasts, and I whimper and cry choked little noises, thanks to my husband’s hand cutting them off, taking them for himself.
We move perfectly together. Rhythmic. In sync.
“You fuck so good,” Val tells me, kissing me hard. I bring a hand to his wrist, wrapping my fingers around it, pushing him deeper into my neck. He takes my urging, holding my throat tighter.
I’m clenching around him. It feels better than before. When I was empty. Bereft of my husband where he belongs. My face is hot, my lungs desperately trying to pull in more air and I can’t. It makes every part of me feel as heavy as my airless head. Blood pounding hotter and harder between my legs, tightening around Val’s big, owning cock.
My vision is spotting, little black dots popping over my eyes. Blinking past them, I work my hips harder, meeting Val on each thrust. They begin to slow, the black spreading from dots to an endless pool.
Suddenly, the pressure on my neck is gone. A light slap pops against my cheek, bringing me back to, and I’m rasping a deep, cold breath into my starved lungs.
I come.
I come so hard.
“Perfect,” Val breathes, not slowing his thrusts up into me, my back arching high off the bed, bringing us closer. “Fucking perfect.”
He licks my lower lip, sucks on it, fucking me through the most intense orgasm I think I’ll probably ever have in my life. He’s stiffening inside me further. “You feel so good, Delaney.”
My body is somehow both loose and contrastingly tight when the climax ends, instantly building into another. He’s stretching me sowide. There’s barely even room for him. I hope that it hurts tomorrow. A delicious soreness that only we know about.
Val finds a way to push himself in deeper, fucking his way to his own pleasure. And suddenly it dawns on me. The intensity of our fucking, much more than the simple taking of one another’s bodies. Making love. Having these eyes that I’ve obsessed over so close to mine. Boring into my soul while I’m about to fall apart for him all over again.
A wash of fear eats through me.
Val’s all around me. Everywhere. I can’t escape his warmth, his scent, and the way he looks at me like I’m the only thing that’s ever mattered in the world. Peeling back all of my layers.
We’re so close, our air shared, our bodies wrapped around each other, magic and souls twined and never to be picked apart again. A joining like I never could have imagined, not even in my wildest dreams. The explosion of life in the conservatory is perfect. Bursting with color. No clacking bones or speaking corpses to distract us from each other. Only raw vitality and beauty that we create.
Us. Just us.
Head twisting to the side, my eyes fall closed. Completely overwhelmed, plunging into freefall.
Val grabs my face, pointing it back towards his, my eyes snapping back open. His nose touches mine.Intimate.“Don’t look away,” he commands, bordering on anger. “Don’t you fucking dare look away from me.”
I nod. Forcing myself to stare into his face. See all the things I wouldn’t let myself before. The future I wanted. The one we now have. I told him that I choose him. That I want the ruination he could deliver. And terrified as I might be, I want to keep that promise. Deliver myself to him on a platter.
