Page 21 of Fatally Yours

His fingers grazed my skin as he pressed his lips to mine, both of our moans muffled against each other’s skin.

I felt his tongue in my mouth, and I met it with mine.

He thrust into me as I wrapped my legs around him, taking him deeper until he reached my end.

My cries were stifled more as he slowly stroked himself in me.

Even though I didn’t need it, I felt the hunger for a breath as he increased his speed.

My palms met the sides of his face as I pulled him away from me so I could take a breath and cry out, screaming his name so that Devin would never forget it, even after we killed him.

August’s hair hung in strands from the side of his face as he dove back down into my body, his lips meeting the bud of my breast as I cried out again.

With hands clutched at my hair, he wrenched my head back and exposed my throat to him.

His tongue vacated me to nibble my neck right over my scars, his moans like music to my ears.

I could feel his breath and the vibrations of his pleasure against me as I felt myself reaching the edge once more.

The combination of his teeth, his body against mine, and him filling me drove me to the brink, and I felt myself release around him again.

My arms fell almost limp at my sides as I continued to moan.

“I fucking love these,” he said, running his fingers along the wounds he inflicted.

Something about that made my face burn and my stomach flutter, but I had no time to think about it as he shoved his tongue in my mouth again and increased speed, making my yelps turn to screams beneath his lips.

I felt his fingers gripping them, making me shudder.

Before, I saw my scars as an image of his hate.

Now I knew better—they were an expression of his love, an undying devotion to me.

“You know you’re the most precious thing in the world to me?

” he breathed. With a small whimper, I nodded, placing my palms against his chest and feeling the indentation of the tire treads.

The top of them peeked out from the collar of his shirt, a strange pattern of purples and blues that suddenly became the most beautiful color in the world.

“I hope you never forget that,” he said.

Before I could protest, he pulled himself out of me and grabbed me beneath my arms. I whimpered again as I fell to my knees on the floor.

With palms on the ground, August was behind me, and without hesitation, he slipped himself inside.

My teeth gritted together as he yanked my head back by my hair.

I heard him muttering something about how beautiful I looked, but the ecstasy fogged my comprehension .

He continued to pump in me, his nails digging into my hips, his other hand weaving in my hair. Despite the lack of pain, I could still feel the bite of his passion against my skin. The contradictory nature of death eluded me, but I dared not question it—not when we were here sharing our love.

His cool flesh against mine felt better than the heat in life. Even his grunts were more ferocious. I could feel another storm brewing in my gut, making my legs tremble until I screamed again, and the pleasure overwhelmed me. My stomach clenched, and again, I let out a gasp.

Before I could protest, he pulled out of me and took my hair in his fist once again.

I could’ve sworn I felt my heart pounding in my chest as he brought me to my knees, releasing his seed all over my face.

My eyes pinched shut as I felt him coat me, and I opened my mouth to receive him.

My chin was wet with his love as it dripped down my face.

Once he had finished, I looked up at him, awaiting my next command.

And command he did.

He stroked my head, looking down at me with a devilish grin.

“You want to lick it off the floor for me, baby?” Deep in the throes of ecstasy, I nodded and bowed my head.

I would show Devin how little he meant to me, and I would prove myself to August. Truly, there was nothing more filthy than what we were doing now, and I couldn’t get enough of it.

My damp tongue met the wood, cleaning up the rest of the mess I created.

All of my worries disappeared the moment he brought me to my knees.

Once I finished, I looked up at him. He bent down, and his lips met mine.

I slipped my tongue into his mouth, forcing him to taste himself on me, and he let out a muffled moan.

Once we separated, he brushed stray hairs from my face, peeling off his shirt and handing it to me.

Somehow, him revealing his permanent scar to me made my insides jolt again, but I remained silent and obedient, pressing the fabric to my face to wipe away his mess.

If this wasn’t love, I wasn’t sure what was.

Love was passionate, love was vicious, and sometimes, it could be violent.

August gave me one last kiss atop my head as he buttoned himself back up, turning back to Devin, whom I had briefly forgotten about in our passion.

If my cheeks could blush, they would be as I brought my knees to my chest, feeling pleasure ooze from between my legs.

That was love, not whatever Devin and I experienced.

Whatever punishment August would dish out to him would be justified.

I trusted him to make the right decision.

“Still think she’s a prude, Dev?” August questioned with a devilish grin.

“Even after she took my cock in front of you and licked my come off the floor?” But there was evil behind his expression.

What we had just done was not the only sin tonight.

Devin’s face was still contorted with disgust, but his eyes stuck on me for far too long, making rage boil.

I wouldn’t allow him to enjoy this anymore.

“You’re both fucking freaks,” he spat. The way his gaze was glued to me confirmed the hypocrisy of his words, and I glared at him, hoping to transfer a fraction of my hate in my expression.

He didn’t deserve to see me like this, as if he deserved me to begin with.

He was a scumbag, an abuser, someone who couldn’t allow me to heal after August was ripped away from me, and I hated him for it.

“What more would you like me to do, my love?” August questioned, raising a brow. I didn’t need to think about it to know what my answer was.

“Kill him,” I said without hesitation. The look on his face was one of shock as he muttered an exasperated god damn under his breath. But that expression quickly faded into a smile, and a knife appeared in his hand again.

Devin’s face paled, and he began to squirm in his seat, writhing like the coward he was. The legs of the chair were rising and falling against the floor, leaving light streaks in the wood as he grunted. His efforts would be fruitless.

“Sorry. You know I can’t deny the woman I love.” August stepped up to him, still shirtless, placing the silver blade to his throat. Something about it almost made me get up and beg him to take me again.

“Don’t do it, man,” Devin croaked. “I’m sorry.

I’m really sorry about everything.” August chuckled and gave me one final look.

Sucking in a breath, I shut my eyes, not wanting to see the spray of blood that would come from his neck when the anger of the blade opened up his throat.

August would look so handsome shirtless and covered in blood.

If only I realized that the first time I saw it.

With my vision black, I could only listen.

Devin’s pleas were promptly silenced as he sank the blade into his throat.

There was a distinct gurgling, then a stomach-turning sawing as he reached his trachea.

I shuddered as I took in his gasps of agonal breathing—the last noise he would ever make.

With all the uncomfortable sounds going on, I felt a mist spray my still nude body, but then there was silence. Deafening, beautiful silence.

August did most of the heavy lifting while we cleaned up the scene. I wasn’t sure how they were going to pin a crime on someone who was confirmed to be dead and someone who was probably dead, but my worries were creeping up on me as soon as the high of the evening wore off.

We returned to the place where I was buried after a lengthy drive with Devin’s body stuffed into the back of his car.

It was strange being on the other side of the act, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about it besides discomfort.

August was singing under his breath again as the shovel sank into the dirt, and he piled it beside my grave.

“ They’ll hang you from a noose at the end of the moon, and I’ll watch you dance beneath the glow as it sucks the life from you…

” I stood to the side, silently observing as he finished digging the hole.

Before he put him in, he stuck his hand in Devin’s back pocket and pulled out his wallet.

Before I could blink, it flew through the air, and I caught it in my trembling hands, shoving it into my waistband in silence.

Without another lyric, August rolled Devin’s limp form into the hole, then covered him with dirt.

Every time he piled on another shovelful, I winced, remembering when I was in the same place as him.

The only difference between him and me was that he was genuinely dead instead of suspended between worlds, while August resurrected me.

At least, I hoped he didn’t suffer like I did.

Dying was one thing. Torture was another.

“Bet hell is cold beneath my feet, huh, Devin?” August said, spitting into the dirt below.

His eyes met mine as he tossed the shovel away, once again making me flinch at the sounds of metal clattering against the soil.

Without a word, he grabbed my hand and led me further into the woods.

The grave was still in view, right beside Devin’s banged-up car.

He sat down on the ground and motioned for me to join him.

Silently, I obeyed, placing myself beside him.

He leaned back and tucked his hands behind his head while his hair unfurled around him.

I mimicked his casual behavior, feeling the bite of stones against my cold flesh.

We lay there, staring at the twinkling night sky and the glow of the half-moon ripping through the darkness. After a moment of tranquility, I spoke.

“Why did I act like that?” I asked quietly. He didn’t tear his gaze away from the inky sky, but interpreted my question well.

“Death makes you rotten. Your humanity, your soul, your heart. Everything but our bodies.”

“I don’t like it,” I said, turning towards him. “I don’t like wanting to hurt people.”

“You get used to it.” His mismatched eyes met mine again. “Sometimes I still can’t believe I stabbed you to death…”

“I still can’t believe we brought you back from the dead,” I said flatly. His dimpled smile could’ve brought me back to life right then and there.

“I told you I was going to live forever.”