Page 35 of Fatally Yours

His lips grazed down my jaw, moving to my neck and nibbling my soft, cold skin.

He slipped his hands behind me as I threaded my fingers in his hair, my nails grazing his scalp.

I couldn’t help but want to pull him against me, feeling him close, even if he was as cold as death.

The chill was just as comforting as the warmth. It was a feeling I now adored.

My hands wandered to his fraying jeans as I toyed with the button, feeling him pressing between my legs and sending a spark through my hips.

He continued to nibble my throat over my scars, slipping down to my clavicle before releasing me from the binds of my bra, practically ripping it from my body as I craved not to part from him. This was everything I ever wanted.

Once he was done, I undid his jeans, and he slipped them away, his mouth never leaving my skin as he lowered his head to my pebbled bud.

Using his hand to fondle the other, I jolted against him as I felt the storm brewing in my core increase with a fury.

If I were never to have anything again, this was it.

I didn’t even have to ask him to strip himself of his shirt as he peeled it from his body, exposing the scars of the accident. As I brushed my fingers along them, he took my hand in his and squeezed.

“Don’t think about that,” he demanded, momentarily removing his mouth from me.

“Please.” Promptly, I nodded and pulled my hand from his grasp, pulling his head to my chest again.

Hungrily, he returned to me, and I let out a cry as his teeth nibbled at my breast. I bucked against him, wishing I could feel him kissing me for eternity as his thumbs stripped my lower half of the clothing guarding me.

It was as if he had read my mind. He bowed his head between my legs, seeking out my center as another wave of pleasure ripped through my body.

I quivered against him as he lowered himself to me, suckling my apex like it would bring him back to life.

Another moan fell from my lips as I sank my nails into his scalp, forcing his mouth to grind against me.

At the same time, his fingers embedded in my thighs, prying me apart and opening me to his affection.

Pleasure was growing in my core as he speared me with his tongue, slipping between my folds before pressing his thumb to me again.

I could feel it building in my hips as he suffocated against my body, forced in place by my domineering hands.

Sensing I was nearing the edge, he slid his fingers inside me, pushing until he found my center and pulled me into a climax as I jerked against him, riding it out until I thought I was coming back to life.

I could feel a dampness between my legs as he pulled himself away from me, all while panting. His chin shone with my pleasure as I noticed his cock straining against his boxers and his hand below his waistband, stroking himself while his mouth was forced to me.

Before I could speak, he ripped them off and laid down on his back, taking my hips in his hands and assisting me atop his chin.

I lowered my mouth to his throbbing mass, taking him between my lips as his groans vibrated against my center.

My tongue slid around his tip as I dove deeper, our mouths simultaneously stimulating us into orgasm.

The chill of his skin was like a shock through my body, his tongue cool and thirsty, sending wave after wave of heat through my core.

Then he grabbed me by the hips as he popped out of my mouth.

Crying out, I rolled beside him, digging my nails into the sheets below.

His eyes were rife with lust as he pulled me atop him again, his tip grazing my center and making me scream.

My body quivered from the craving between my legs and the storm setting in my core that desired more.

I felt the soft mattress sink with our weight as I dipped my fingers between my legs and parted myself to receive him.

When I sank him inside me, he let out a pleasured groan and muttered a vulgarity under his breath, returning his hands to my hips and lifting me off him.

My fingers were digging into the icy flesh of his chest, wanting nothing more than to leave another permanent scar upon him, one inflicted out of love, not stemming from a tragedy.

I did the best I could as I raised and lowered on him, all while he held me in place. My body felt like fire, and I could feel another climax building, wanting to coat him as he filled me.

“I love you,” he gasped, taking my head in his hands and pulling me to his lips.

“I will always love you.” My body jolted as my engorged clit ground against him, as his hips thrust against me, fueling the inferno in my center.

My response was muffled against his mouth as our tongues entwined, and lightning struck me.

His habitual breaths were heavy against me as he let out another moan, silenced by my tongue.

I could feel him pumping into me, thrusting until his love was nothing more than a comforting, gentle throb against my center.

His release made me collapse atop him as I panted, just like I would have in life.

The remnants of our previous state were still there, brought out by our primal need to enjoy each other.

“I love you, too,” I huffed as he threaded his hand through my dark locks, grazing my scalp and making my eyes flutter. This moment now was what I lived and died for, sharing myself and my love with the man who worshipped me.

“I’m going to spend the rest of my existence helping you get your dream,” he said, placing his mouth against my ear like he was afraid someone would hear.

Then he lifted himself away from me, looking me straight in the eyes with a mischievous grin.

“Kids, music, me being a pain. Though I think I’ve already done plenty of that.

” He chuckled as I placed my palm on his face, drawing his sparkling gaze to mine.

“You really have,” I said with a smile. “But it’s okay. I love you all the same.”