Page 10 of Fatally Yours

He stepped forward, and my shirt rolled off my body like an invisible being was peeling it from me. I gasped as the fasteners on my bra snapped, and that, too, was ripped away. Finally, he reached out, and his hand connected with my skin, making me break out in goosebumps .

He’s so cold.

There was no warmth there, nothing indicating that he was alive.

He was as lifeless as a corpse as his wintery hand wrapped around my wrist, pulling it away from my body so he could view what belonged to him.

I fought back tears as his other hand caressed my cheek, and he brought his mouth to my neck.

His lips were just as frigid as the rest of him, but my stomach warmed as I felt him against me again.

When I sucked in a breath, I could’ve sworn I smelled the distinct stench of formaldehyde. After all those nights crying myself to sleep only to be awoken by nightmares, he was back. But still, I couldn’t shake that hint of fear and his promise echoing in my ears.

I could feel his now smooth chin against me as his lips parted to nibble my flesh, making my heart jump.

The mortuary shaved all the stubble off, hoping the restorative wax would make him look more presentable.

But now, the makeup and sutures were gone.

Our ritual restored him to almost his former glory, except for those mismatched eyes and the tire treads driven into his flesh, a permanent reminder of his stolen life.

“God, I missed you…” His voice reverberated against my skin, making my heart skip like before.

A tear slipped down my cheek as I pondered how he was able to miss me.

That meant there was an afterlife, and he was tormented by not having me there.

My throat tightened again, but it soon faded as he pressed himself against me.

Another tear fell as I thought about the torturous experience he went through, suffering without me.

He stripped himself of his shirt, and his hands went straight back to my body a moment later.

I pressed my palm to his chest in an attempt to cover the tire tracks that were burned into my memory.

Only one thought was on my mind as I felt my body quiver.

The car screeching along the pavement, the cursed ritual we did, and that his corpse was once in the ground now had his teeth against my clavicle.

“You were dead…” I muttered, feeling his hands begin to crawl down my body.

His fingers brushed my breast, and my heart jumped with his chilling touch.

I could feel my stomach fluttering and my body begging me to give in to him, even though he was reanimated.

My hips pressed against him as hi s icy fingers toyed with my hard nipple, making me gasp.

“On the contrary, my love, I’ve never felt more alive,” he purred.

His mouth dragged along my neck, trailing down my body and making me shake.

The prickle of fear washed away as his tongue teased my skin, kissing and nibbling until reaching my breast. There were so many times I wished I could have this again, and now my dream was real.

I had to show him how much I mourned and missed him, even if this was almost too good to be true.

My hands threaded through his hair as I attempted to pull his face to mine.

All I wanted was to feel his lips against me, a feeling that haunted me since that fateful day.

The taste of his blood on my tongue, the scent of iron, the bright red crimson spilling from his mouth.

It was branded in my brain, and I was finally ready to rid myself of that awful memory.

He raised his head and brought his lips to my cheek, making my heart ache.

Why is he not kissing me?

“Kiss me, please,” I begged, wrapping my hands around his face and attempting to pull him to me.

His eyes flickered for a moment before he forced my wrists to the bed below.

My heart was fluttering in my chest, and I felt my toes curl with his action, but the weight of disappointment was heavy despite my thrill.

“I won’t,” he growled. “Not until you’re reborn without a mouth that’s been violated.” My bottom lip trembled, and the tingle of fear returned, unsure of what he meant.

Reborn?

“What do you—”

“Hush,” he demanded, releasing my wrists and placing a finger over my lips. “Don’t worry about it, baby.” My breath was sucked from my lungs, but the craving for him never ceased. He said crazy things all the time in life. Why would death make him any different?

He tilted me back and hooked his thumbs around my pants.

In a breath, they were shed from my body, and my heart rate increased.

I could feel my blood thumping in my veins, and my excitement grew, knowing I would feel him with me once again.

He stripped himself of his own a moment later and pressed himself between my legs, making me gasp again.

Despite being dead, he maintained his earthly functions, making my face blush.

His cool hand slipped between my legs as he fondled my apex. The chill of his touch made my body ripple with goosebumps again as I felt my nipples pebble against his bare chest. His teeth sank into my neck as he circled his fingers, making me buck against him.

My body felt like fire as moans slipped from my lips against his ear.

I could feel his hungry, wintery breath along my skin.

If hell was not having him, then this was heaven.

Thinking of the countless times I craved this, I felt tears well up in the corners of my eyes. Happy tears, but tears nonetheless.

My sorrows were brushed away by his thumb as he used his other hand to part me, pressing his cock against me. I didn’t hesitate as I felt myself oozing, begging, craving him. The anticipation was too much, and I grabbed his hair, hoping he would hear my pleas.

“Please—” My voice was cut off by a cry as he slipped inside, making my fists ball in his locks.

My eyes closed as his lips ferociously kissed my cheek, my neck, my chest, and back again as he thrust in me.

His moans were muffled against my skin as his hands entwined in mine, forcing them to the bed.

I wrapped my legs around him as I felt my pleasure grow, knowing soon I would release on him.

He ripped his lips from my skin and wrapped his hands in my hair, exposing my neck to him. For a moment, I thought he would tear into my throat until his face lowered to mine. His teeth were gritted as he continued to fuck me.

“Say you’re mine,” he growled between moans, yanking on my hair. I followed his command as he quickened his strokes, as my orgasm began building with intensity.

“I’m yours!”

“No one else will touch you ever again, understand?” he said as his hand slid around my neck and he growled against my skin.

Even though his body was cold, I felt nothing but warmth.

My stomach was fluttering as I felt myself teetering on the edge.

Just a bit more, and I would show him how much I belonged to him .

“Yes!”

“If they do, I will kill them,” he vowed, increasing the pressure on my throat.

“I will fucking kill them.” Never before had I realized how thrilling it was to be at his mercy, or perhaps I was just overjoyed he was back here with me.

His aggression made my stomach flip as I cried out again, feeling myself fall off the edge and finish.

My legs tightened around his waist, hoping he would do the same.

Then I could fall asleep beside him, and things would return to normal.

Fuck everyone else, at least I had him back.

“August…” I moaned as I wrapped my arms around him.

He released my throat, and I panted against him, craving to give him the same pleasure he gave me.

My eyes fluttered open, wanting to see his expression as he did so.

He lowered his face to mine, his lips taunting me with how close they were.

All I wanted was to feel his kiss, but he was denying me.

A fitting punishment for my sins, if only I knew what his mysterious words meant.

“I love you, Natasha. I will always love you.” He pressed his forehead to mine.

“But you need to know something.” He raised himself away but remained inside me.

My stomach flipped again, but I wasn’t sure it was from the same pleasure I felt before.

Something was wrong, but I couldn’t figure out what.

“If you’ve never thought about killing your partner after a betrayal, then you never really loved them as much as you thought,” he said.

A chill crawled down my spine, pricking my skin with goosebumps.

I got my answer a moment later as a knife manifested in his hand.

It was one from our kitchen, but he never got up to grab it.

Simply, it appeared in his grasp. I was sure he was using the same powers he did when he forced me into this room or stripped me of my clothes.

My heart was pounding in my chest as my eyes widened, watching as he brought it in front of me.

“W-what are you doing?” I stammered. His thumb brushed my face lovingly.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll bring you back,” he said. “Dying isn’t so bad, not when you’re in the arms of someone who loves you.” I let out a cry as I raised my hands in defense, hoping that this was all a dream and I would wake up.

After this beautiful reunion, he was going to fucking kill me .

I pressed my hands against his stone-cold chest and attempted to push him away.

My legs were squirming, trying anything to get him out and away from me.

This was my worst nightmare. I thought having to relive his death was terrible—this was a million times worse.

I watched as the man I wanted to marry, have children with, and die with raised a knife to murder me.

“August, don’t, please!” My pleas went unheard. His eyes were as cold and dead as his body, remorseless as he lowered his lips to my ear, pinning me beneath him. Even with him being a corpse, I was no match for his strength.

“Now you’ll be mine forever,” he breathed as he lifted off of me.

Small whimpers were slipping from my lips until he plunged the blade deep into my stomach without remorse.

Another scream ripped from my throat, louder than anything I could muster.

Over and over, he wrenched it from my soft, warm body, splattering scarlet against the ceiling before stabbing it back into my torso.

I could feel my stomach acid leaking out and eating away at my delicate organs.

They were dissolving beneath the aggression of my insides.

The pain was burning, and I swore I was going to liquefy before I perished.

Hot blood was spurting from my wounds, spraying all over August’s bare chest, covering those treads that haunted me every time I closed my eyes.

That was my blood coating his face. The thing that kept me alive was now showering my dead boyfriend.

Once again, he brought the knife down, piercing my lungs and making me cough up blood. A mist of crimson covered my lips as my breathing began to slow. My head grew light as I felt the heat of death begin to wash over me until it fizzled out and grew cold.

A shiver worked its way through my body as he tossed the blade to the side, bringing his lips to my ear as my vision began to darken. The last thing I saw was his face splattered in my blood, while he was muttering something about how much he loved me.