Page 125 of Of Sockets Of Stitches
I walked to him and wrapped my arms around his torso, as much as possible. I trailed kisses over his back as he shook.
Lust rumbled like an earthquake in me, but I held it in check to hold See close.
“I will miss you, brother,” See whispered to the haze.
And then he turned to grip my jaw and tilt my face to his. His lips set against mine, and though a firmness remained in the press of them, I felt more urgency and despair than fury now.
I held his shoulders, then jumped slightly to wrap my legs around his waist.
He did not release my mouth as he entered me. I sank down his length, pulling up again to sink down in a rhythm that was slower and not designed to hurt, but to heal.
“Why do you plague me?” He moaned into my neck.
I answered by wiggling further down the length of his cock. See spun us to press me against a pillar around the edge of the tower.
I whispered, “You are mine for eternity.”
His eye was filled with sadness that I knew would not remain for long. Whether a month or a year or ten, See would forgive me because he must. Because our destiny and hearts were shared.
See withdrew, and then pressed into me. Further than I hadsunk down onto him. He scooped hands under my thighs to pull them wider, and I panted as See entered me completely.
We both moaned and shook in each other’s arms. This moment of him filling me had been hard won. Now here we were, the last two monsters.
And there was only us. For the first and last time in our romance. There was only us.
See pressed his forehead against mine, and I gripped the back of his neck. He withdrew and slid forward. He set the rhythm that we needed but could maintain.
I gripped the hair at the base of his neck, and he nipped along my neck—signs of agitation, for what we were doing no longer satiated all that it had.
“More, my prince,” I whispered.
He straightened my legs to bring them over one of his shoulders, then angled deeper. My eyes rolled to stare at the grayscale sky as my body tightened.
He ordered, “Let go, my darkness.”
I did.
On a sigh, I did, and my body trembled for an age while See held me aloft. He held me there when all energy drained from me. He slid from me and drew us to the ground.
See sat on the edge. If he had dropped me, I would have tumbled in a happy heap to crash upon the pawns and mothers below.
I looked into his milky eye as he set the tip of his cock at my ass. A low groan tugged from me as I lowered, and a satisfied hum tugged from him.
He circled my still throbbing entrance, and then hooked two fingers inside.
My eyes widened as he plunged forward with his fingers, and then retreated, only to press forward with his cock in my ass.
I clutched his arms. “My prince!”
He smirked. “My queen.”
His fingers and cock took turns to enter me. So full. Just at the very edge of what I could tolerate—just as we sat on the very edge of my tower.
See removed his fingers, then paused me at the tip of his erection. “You do it.”
“Do what?” I slurred, still trapped in the languidness of recent climax.
He waited in silence, until my thoughts cleared.
