Page 18 of Roses for the Damned

He fucked her hard, his thrusts deep, merciless, increasing in pace as he held on to the globes of her ass, stretching them so he had a clear view of her two holes.

Like a wild animal she wailed away, mewling and moaning as he destroyed her cunt.

“Who do you belong to, little dove? Who is your master?”

“You, Gabriel,” she cried out, heat rising in her stomach, “Only you,” then erupted in a chain of deep moans when she felt his seed hit her womb, unloading his balls inside of her until they were completely empty.

Her limbs were unbound while she remained bent over, her legs too weak to be able to stand without the beam’s support underneath her. Strong arms lifted her, obsidian eyes gazing down at her in Gabriel’s arms.

“I love you,” she whispered, finally admitting what she had known to be true all along. Her body and soul had recognized him long before her heart caught on. From the very first day that he had saved her, Rose never stood a chance.

His eyes softened at her admission as he laid her down on the bed. They stared at each other, not uttering a single word for what felt like hours.

A tinge of sadness hit her; he hadn’t said it back. Did he not feel the same about her? Was she just another one of the many conquests that he had spoken to her about?

Peace settled over her then, overruling the rising sorrow. She was well aware of his demonic nature, he had warned her about it many times over the course of their meeting, about not having any expectations concerning it. He couldn’t change, he had told her. Couldn’t be something that wasn’t in his blood.

So perhaps, it wasn’t a matter of him not loving her, but him not being capable of feeling love at all, at least not in the way that humans were used to. Maybe his species showed it through actions instead, something that Gabriel definitely wasn’t lacking in. Did she really need to hear those three little words to be sure of the true nature of his feelings?

“Little dove,” he murmured as she closed her eyes, relishing in the sound of his deep voice, “what is that human brain of yours thinking so hard about this time?”

She smiled, still taken aback by how well he knew her. “I was thinking just how special you make me feel, and how I am lucky to have found you.”

He cupped her face, palming her cheek in the softest touch, as if afraid that he would unintentionally hurt her with his monstrous hand. “Do not despair, sweet human, I may not have said the words back to you, but I am irrevocably captured by you. My heart and soul are yours for the taking, do what you will with them. Crush them, drain them. Take my body and rip me to pieces, and I will beg you for more. And when your final hour comes at last, know this – I will lay down beside you and hold you close while we perish together from this ugly world. For you are everything and I am nothing; for without you, I would cease to exist at all.”

“I love you,” she repeated, kissing him, snuggling up beside this glorious creature as she peacefully drifted off to sleep, the beat of his strong heart erasing all doubts.

She was loved, and for the very first time, had something that no one could ever take away from her. Her very own monster.

Epilogue

PARIS

year 1792

“A ntoine, over here!”

“Pass it to me!”

“Run, Pierre, run!”

The brown rag ball soared through the air. Shrieks and yells erupted around them as both boys bolted forward, grinning wildly as they ran to reach it before the other. It bounced into a brick wall, shooting down into an abandoned service chute.

“Ah, mon dieu!” the younger boy shouted, eyes wide as he stared down into the dark opening. “What are we going to do now? Maman will kill me if I lose that ball!”

The two boys crouched down, searching the chute for any signs of their toy.

“We’ll just have to go down and get it, Pierre.”

“No, Antoine! It’s too dark, I can’t go in there!”

“Don’t be a wuss, Pierre. There’s nothing down there but rats. And they will eat your ball if we don’t get it back. Do you want a beating from your maman instead of dinner?”

Pierre swallowed, his dirty blond hair plastered to his sweaty forehead, whispering as all hope left him, “I really liked that ball, Antoine.”

“Ah!” the dark haired boy sat down, rolling up his shirt sleeves, “Come on, we’re wasting time!” disappearing into the shadows.

Not having much of a choice and fearing for his ass, Pierre jumped in, joining his older friend. Both boys stood still, allowing their eyes to adjust to the dark. After a few minutes, they could clearly see that it wasn’t a service chute at all as they had originally suspected, but something entirely else.

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