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“There is nothing, nor will there ever be anything that compares to you, Celeste.” His dark, hushed words hit me in a spot so deep, so defenseless, that I had no choice but to embrace it.

His cock throbbed inside of me, and I knew he was close to finishing. My legs wrapped around his smooth waist again, as the sweat and humidity mixed together on our skin to create the perfect slick combination.

I used my hands to prop myself up on the bench as he moved to pull me close to him. The angle created a new friction between us, one that hit the direct spot I needed to send me into an extreme ecstasy. It felt as if a rip tide soared through my body, pulling me in waves, pushing me to the curve of the crest. And judging by the sudden shudder in his body, I knew Caius was riding that wave with me.

Our bodies as one, our souls intertwined.

We were here in this realm, together, in the space between the pleasures of Heaven and the tortures of Hell.

I came down from the high of our orgasm with a loss of breath and an increase of emotion. I felt pleased, confused, satisfied, and dazed.

Everything happened so fast, so quick, I didn’t have a chance to think about anything twice.

I didn’t have a chance to let my mind catch up with my body.

I didn’t have a chance to let my thoughts override my needs.

I’m glad I never had that chance, because as Caius finally looked back up at me, a slight smirk formed on his lips.

I would do it all again. And again. And again.

I needed him in the valleys of my soul and in the peaks of my spirit.

I needed him, and there was no going back.

Caius

“Can I ask you something?” she said as she walked along a row of flowers, her fingers skimming along a petal.

“Anything,” I replied, trailing close behind her.

We found ourselves in the greenhouse, making our way through the endless rows of greenery. I offered to take her up to the house after fucking her completely raw, but she wanted to come here first. I happily obeyed her requests, but only after I gave her my grey shirt to wear. Now, I walked with her in just my jeans and rain jacket, which I only zipped up halfway.

“Your brother,” she began, a bit hesitant. “What happened?”

I narrowed my eyes. “You’ll have to be a bit more specific, Celeste.”

She took a deep breath, pausing at a white and red carnation. “Why doesn’t he believe in this like you do? He grew up with you here, right?”

I nodded. “He did, but he never liked it. Ever. He didn’t like the spirits, and he didn’t like the death that accompanied them. Ever since he was old enough to understand what went on here, he never wanted to be part of it.”

“So, he just… wasn’t?”

I shook my head. “He moved out as soon as he was eighteen. He joined a church, and that’s where he felt like he belonged.”

As she looked back down to the flower, I could see the wheels in her head turning again. Her soft, dark hair fell over her face, and her hand moved up to tuck it behind her ear. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were delicate, and the tip of her nose was red.

Fuck,she was sofuckingbeautiful.

“Church?” she asked, her eyebrows slanting downward.

“Yeah,” I started. “He was always opposed to Purgatory, but after he joined his church, that’s when hereallybegan to speak out against it. And every time I see him, his hatred for all this grows. He’ll show up at the most inconvenient times to let me know that his opinion hasn’t changed, as you saw.”

She chuckled softly, but the sound quickly faded. “Yeah, I remember.” Her voice trailed off, and I could tell she was growing timid in her questions. “Have you ever started to agree with him?”

“Never.”

“Why not?”

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