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Calloused fingers dig into my hips, holding me in place as he fucks me so roughly the sound of our skin slapping together sings over his grunts and my panting. He wraps his hand around the back of my head and pulls me close, our lips touching for only a moment and losing connection with the animalistic way he pounds into me.
“Fuck, you’re perfect. I could do this for eternity, Briar.”
A strangled cry echoes in the room, and my head falls back as he hits that sweet spot inside of me. He fucks me like he’s a priest exercising all my demons and I’m ready to surrender. His body, a prayer purging the darkness that claims my soul, clearing it for lighter things. Perhaps things like...
“I lov?—”
His hand covers my mouth.
“Don’t say those words to me right now, Briar. I want you to fucking mean them, not because I’m making you come.”
He doesn’t allow me to respond as he finishes me off, tearing apart everything inside my soul, shattering me to pieces before putting them back together again. He groans, low and heady, and the sound is everything I need to let go.
I scream his name as I pulse around him, my walls holding onto him so tightly I can feel the twinge in his cock as he spills himself inside of me.
He wraps his arms around me, cradling my body to his chest as he moves down to the floor. I stare up into his eyes, his fingersbrushing a strand of hair away from my forehead as he rocks back and forth in a gentle rhythm.
“I love every moment we spend joint together, but can I fuck you how I think you deserve to be fucked now?”
“Is that even physically possible?”
“Very much so.” He smiles proudly.
Smirking, I nod. “Then by all means.”
Chapter 43
The Demon
To my surprise, Briar let me worship every inch of her body as softly as I once teased. However, now, when my lips graze her delicate, damp skin, she doesn’t recoil or tear at my hair. Instead, I’m rewarded with unsuppressed moans of approval. Even when I kiss the center of her chest right over her heart.
Thatmoan…
That moan was straight from the wild, untamed beast within her. That organ that thrums in false pretense, tricking the mind into thinking you’re alive.
Oh, how desperately I want to be alive in this moment.
To lay here naked and entangled on our bedroom floor amidst a fire that wasn’t created from the heat of Hell. To drag my fingers between her thighs, wet and sticky with my seed, and to have hope. Hope that one day I could give her a chance at motherhood and that her heart would no longer feel that perpetual emptiness that echoes inside of her now.
A sudden ache lies heavy in my chest at all the beauty we will never see. Perhaps I do understand a fraction of the loss Briar feelsfor the child she never had. Until this day, I never once thought of kids or a family. Never even dared to love.
And now?
And now, I fucking love this woman with every ounce of the soul I thought I sold.
“I’m sorry.” Her words are whispered on a wavering exhale.
With great reluctance, my lips part from her shoulder. Her eyes twinkle with the flickering flames of the fire beside us, the heat blanketing our naked bodies. I caress the side of her face, waiting patiently for an explanation while still buried inside of her.
“I’m sorry.” This time she chokes on the words as tears fill her eyes.
“Briar—”
“For everything. For being so empty and treating you so horribly. I don’t hate you, Lynx.”
I kiss the tears spilling past her lower lashes, their salty tang staining my mouth.
“Never apologize for what the world has stolen from you.” Her gaze glitters like the sharpest blades of grass. “Stabbing me on the other hand...” And then it falters from mine, shame eating away at her. “You’re forgiven.”
