Page 82 of The Truths We Seek

Suddenly, she stops and that action throws me off.

Her shoulders square and her chin lifts in defiance as she turns to face me completely.

"What are you doing?" I raise a brow, reminding her that the game is still on.

"Winning." A laugh erupts from my lungs as my head falls back.

"Keep telling yourself that, little lamb." Instead of running as my feet push off the floor to reach her, she walks to me—eyes fixed only on me.

"Quinn." Her name comes out in a growl and I have to unzip my pants to alleviate the throbbing pain of my steel-hard dick.

"Meyer." My name is all breathy and soft, just like her tits when I suck on her peaked nipples.

Fuck this.

I pounce on her, one hand in her hair, the other on said nipple as I slam my mouth to hers and back her up against the nearest wall. She's slick all over the place; from her wet, needy cunt to her blood covered body. Her mouth is hot and demanding as my tongue roams and plunders and takes everything she has to give me.

As her back hits the wall and my chest connects with her bouncing titis, I push my pants down and impale her without a second's thought.

We both gasp, our bodies trembling from the complete and utter consumption of this savage lust.

Fucking her mouth and her pussy at the same time is cathartic, it makes my rage and fear and lust and hunger all balance out into something sane.

Well, as sane as someone like me can be.

Quinn moans and I swallow the needy sound, savoring it in my very bloodstream.

I fuck her so hard I'm curious to know if we leave a dent in the drywall. Still, it's not enough. My hands hold her ass as I thrust harder and harder inside her.

Not fucking enough.

With a grunt, I pull out and, with my hand in her hair, I turn her around and lower her to the floor.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realize we're lying in blood, but my beast has consumed me and I can't seem to give a single tiny little fuck.

Spreading her legs wide, I push my pants, which are lying right beside us, away a few inches so I can lay myself over her completely.

Her hips are searching me out, her pussy eager to be filled by my cock, just as desperate as I am to return to her hot little hole and fuck it like it's our last goodbye.

"When you run, I’ll catch you. Always." I follow my words with a deep, animalistic thrust, freezing as we both savor the feeling for a blissful second.

In that second, I forget all the shit happening to us. I forget the blood, the death, the killings. I forget her pain and her past suffering.

All of it is just a blip as my dick fills her completely. Owns her cunt like I own her soul.

When I start to pound her flesh, her eyes snap open and she meets me thrust for thrust. Her blood-soaked hands come up to frame my face, and in all the savagery of this moment, her tenderness undoes me.

Her love for me destroys all of my demons and sends them away with a whispered word.

"Meyer. Do you feel that?"

I fuck her harder. Slamming my hips against her groin, the sounds of skin meeting harshly with skin like a philharmonic orchestra playing in my mind.

This entire moment is perfect. She's perfect.

And for a brief moment in time, I'm perfect.

For her, for me. For us.

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