Page 30 of Fatally Yours

“I-I don’t forgive you yet.” My voice shook through the thrill, making my confidence wane as I showed my weakness.

To make up for it, I wrapped my legs around his head, trapping him against me, giving him no choice but to prove his remorse and atone for his crime.

His nails buried themselves in my skin so deeply that I thought I would bleed, and their bite made for a comfortable pleasure.

There was no pain, only the blissful pressure of his love being forced into my cold flesh.

He dared not stop as his movements increased, and his touch vacated my skin as I bucked against him, feeling an orgasm building in my center.

His hands toyed with his belt as he freed his erection, grasping himself as he suckled at my center.

Soft moans that wafted from my mouth turned to eager cries as the spark burned into an inferno, each wave building until I slipped over the edge and succumbed to his poor attempt to regain my trust.

My legs collapsed around him as I panted, gazing up at him for a moment until he stripped himself of the lower half of his clothes.

Once he finished, he grabbed me and pulled me against him.

His pleasure met mine, and then we were one.

I let out another cry as he pulsed inside me, making me gasp as he bowed his head to me.

“I would just die if you didn’t forgive me,” he muttered, grazing his teeth against my clavicle and dragging his tongue along the marks on my neck. My hands grasped his hair again as I pulled his gaze to mine.

“No, you won’t,” I said. His eyes flickered as he nibbled his lip, realizing I was challenging him.

Surrounded by the buzz of insects and underneath the moonbeams, he rolled me over until I was atop him, making me cry out as I felt his body press against my swollen bud, making my hips quiver with more need.

My legs folded beneath me as I ground against him, rising and falling on his cock as my clit spurred with want. Pleasured cries were slipping from my lips as I felt another climax building, each thrust adding to the pressure to make me fall off the edge.

“Please, forgive me, my love,” he begged. Before I could respond, his hands seized my wrists and brought my grip to his neck. He exposed his throat to me as he placed my fingers around him, holding them there. My stomach burned with want for revenge and sin as I felt my grasp tighten.

With the moon shining down on him, illuminating his almost snow-white skin, I thought momentarily that he could be some wicked angel sent here to do the bidding of an unruly, angry god.

That was what we were: agents of a dark being intent on wreaking havoc on this world and defiling everything sacred.

His face was twisted with pleasure as he groaned against me, thrusting continuously as I closed my hands around his neck.

If he still had a soul, it would be ripped from him by my sinister actions.

He would choke around my hate, and I would refuse to give him the luxury of a breath, just as he did to me.

His hands were on mine, encouraging me to get my retribution.

I could feel the waves of pleasure increase as I walked the fine line between buildup and release.

“Make me come, and I’ll forgive you,” I demanded. Through his moans, he gasped a response.

“I will.” His hands left mine, but I still maintained my death grip.

His palms dug into my hips as he lifted me from my place and brought me back down.

My apex slammed against him as he continued, making me grit my teeth.

Before I could try to stop it, he bucked again, sending electricity through my center and making me scream.

I released against him, feeling myself tighten.

Even the fabric of my bra felt like agony as I pebbled against it.

My arms fell limp from his throat as I gasped, still atop him.

“Do you forgive me now?” he breathed. Through my heavy breaths, I nodded, setting my palms on his chest. The only thing hiding those ghoulish marks on his skin was the thin fabric of his shirt. My head drooped as my legs trembled around him.

“Good,” he said. “You’re going to forgive me again.” Before I could protest, he pulled me off of him and tossed me to the side. I let out a cry as he left me, missing the feeling of his love filling my need. I didn’t need to wait long as he got to his feet, his cock bouncing between his legs.

My face heated as he took my shirt in his fist, bringing me to a standing position.

My knees shook under my weight until he spun me around and bent me over the stone that was once my makeshift grave marker.

He forced his erection against my slit, making me jolt once again as I cried out.

His aggressive actions made me even more hungry for him, and my body felt like it was ablaze from his touch.

Then he lowered his mouth to my ear like he was afraid the dead would hear his words.

“Would you still forgive me if I fucked your ass?” he purred. I swore I felt my face blossom with red as his fingers slipped between my legs, gathering my previous orgasms and gliding them along my puckered hole. “Hm?” He plunged a digit into me as I let out a moan, feeling my body ache with need.

“Please…” My insides flared with want as he dipped another finger in, making my nails grind into the stone. He massaged my hole, preparing me to take his love.

“Tell me you’ll still love me if I do.”

“I’ll still love you,” I cried, trying to back up against him. He ceased my movements and pinned me to the boulder with his hand on the small of my back. My body was craving with want, and he was denying me.

“Tell me you’ll still forgive me.”

“I will!”

“Promise me, Natasha.”

“I promise!” All I wanted was to feel him in me again.

There was something so obscene about what we were doing, just like with everything else.

The pleasure of the ultimate desecration burned like the fires of hell as he snickered and pulled his fingers from me.

I felt empty without him there, letting out a small whimper until I could feel his tip prodding me.

Another cry ripped from my throat as he leaned in, opening me up as I gritted my teeth together, preparing to take his length in such a forbidden way. My body flared with pleasure as he filled me, gliding all the way until I met his base.

“You still love me, right?” he asked. My nails nearly shattered against the stone as my fingers clawed at its surface.

“Yes!” My teeth parted momentarily, only to return to their previous position .

“Thank god,” he breathed. With that, he released me and seized my hips, thrusting into me and forcing my body against the stone.

Endless cries were splitting from my throat so much that his moans were barely a whisper.

My eyes rolled back into my head as he fucked me, drawing himself from me and then plunging back in so aggressively that I could feel his skin reverberate against mine, harmonizing with my screams of pleasure.

Another orgasm hit me like a storm, faster than I could comprehend, as he slapped against my body, and I clawed at the object below.

Small tears were forming in the corners of my eyes as I took his length, feeling full as my legs quaked.

I would’ve fallen to my knees if he were not holding me up.

Despite lacking a life, I could still feel the exhaustion of his actions, or maybe it was all in my head.

“That’s it, baby.” He let out a low growl as I felt him pull my hips close, milking himself with my body until he finished.

Each throb sent another wave through my hips as my eyes fluttered shut, feeling him fill me with his seed.

Little gasps broke up my moans. Even he was panting with false breaths as his hands secured me in place to accept him.

“Do you still forgive me?” he said through his gasps. His fingertips grazed over my ass as I felt another shudder thread up my spine. I nodded, waiting a moment for my breath to settle. My tongue felt dry, but somehow, I managed to speak.

“Of course I do.”