Page 118 of Bellamy
“You’ve known me a while, Bellamy. Am I ever one to joke about something like this? If Lucifer wants the earth, let him have it.”
“You want me to just… what? Let him destroy the world?”
“Sure. Why not?”
“Because people will die, Nix.” Light from the bedside lamp caught on the silver threads in his blue eyes. “My brothers and I are charged with protecting humans. It’s our purpose.”
I shook my head. “No, it’s not. Lazarus ordered you to protect them. You didn’t choose it.”
“What we choose doesn’t matter. It’s how things are.”
“You see yourself as a hero. You risk your life to save humans who don’t even know you exist.” I traced the line of his jaw with my thumb. “But who saves the hero?”
“I save myself.”
“You don’t have to.” I rested my forehead on his, my soul cracking a little. “You can stay with me and watch everything burn.”
Bellamy’s arms tightened around me. “I can’t.”
“I know,” I said, the backs of my eyes stinging. “And it pisses me off. Humans don’t deserve you. I can’t bear the thought of you sacrificing yourself to save them.”
“Know what I can’t bear?” He nuzzled my neck. “Losing you. I’ve lost you too many times already.”
And then, he kissed me.
As I threaded my fingers in his blond hair, he rolled me to my back and settled between my legs. Our hearts beat in sync, both quickening as our arousals and emotions heightened, but it was moments like this when our differences of character were all too clear.
He wanted to save the world, and I only wanted to save him.
“We’ll talk about it again in the morning.” Bellamy grazed his teeth up to my ear before whispering, “Tonight, I want us to fuck like it’s our last time.”
Those words should’ve turned me on. Instead, heaviness settled on my chest. Our last time. Would fate truly be that cruel? Bringing us together against all odds just to tear us apart so soon?
“I don’t want you to go,” I said, heart clenching.
“Don’t think about it,” Bellamy murmured, hands sliding under my shirt. “Battle, death, none of that can reach us right now. Only you, me, and this bed exist tonight.”
Sweet pheromones then filled the air. Lust must’ve wanted to help set the mood. It had a calming effect on me as Bellamy rejoined our mouths and kissed me deeply. I worked off his jeans, and he did the same to mine before stripping me of my shirt and briefs and grabbing the half-empty bottle of lube from the bedside drawer.
As much as I enjoyed it when Bellamy fucked me nice and slow, I wanted it hard that night. His sin allowed him to sense that desire, and after I was prepped, he drove his hips forward and shoved inside me. His balls slapped against me with each thrust, and I clawed his back.
Sex. Love. Having both with someone made everything so much stronger: the pleasure, the trust, and the excited flutters when he rasped my name.
Bellamy’s teeth scraped along my collarbone as he fucked me. And then he bit my neck, not hard enough to break skin but enough to leave a mark. I wanted more. I wanted to feel everything—his cock pounding into me, his breath on my skin, the warmth of his touch, and the sting of his bite. Pain and pleasure went hand in hand.
“Bite me harder,” I begged, writhing beneath him. “Devour me.”
His teeth sunk deeper into my neck, and I moaned as a wave of euphoria washed away every thought in my goddamn head. This was what I’d needed. Him. Me. And this soul-altering connection neither of us no longer wanted to fight.
“Come for me,” he growled, my blood dripping down his chin. I licked it off, and he rewarded me with a devastating smile. “I want to feel you break apart in my arms.”
Two more hard thrusts and my orgasm consumed me. I shouted from the intensity of it, my tail wrapping tighter around his leg. Just as I started to calm, he came hard, his cum triggering a second release.
Every warrior outside probably heard my shouts.
“Sex with you is like dying a thousand sweet deaths,” I said, nuzzling his jaw.
“Then we both died tonight.” Bellamy gently bit my earlobe, his cock still throbbing inside me. “We melt together perfectly.”
