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Chapter 12

May-Martha

Crispin slowly pulled away from me, wiping his eyes as he stared at his mother’s urn. I exhaled, relieved I was finally able to tell him the truth. It didn’t matter if he forgave me; it only mattered that he knew what really happened and was reunited with her remains.

“You know,” he breathed, lifting his head as he looked at me with a smile. “After all these years of believing the worst, I really thought that when I saw you again, it would just click, that killing you would be so effortless, would fill the hole I’ve been drowning in all this time. But the moment I laid eyes on you, well, my heart skipped a beat, just like it used to.” My own heart leaped at his words.

“Crispin.” I sweetly touched his hand. “I never stopped loving you.”

He sighed. “As much as I tried, I don’t think I ever stopped loving you, May-Martha.” He leaned in close, and my breathing picked up as I remained still, waiting.

“What about Max?” I asked, immediately regretting the question. He simply smiled, his mouth now an inch from mine.

“I could never love her the way I love you.” Crispin kissed me then, years’ worth of agonizing torture and longing bubbling to the surface. My heart nearly erupted as I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he gently laid me on my back. “It has always been you, May,” he rasped, ripping a gasp from my throat as he tore at my dress and lingerie. My body yearned for him, missing the way he touched me, the way kissed me, the way he felt inside me.

“I want you,” I whispered, pulling him closer. “I need you, Crispin.” I kissed him again, running my tongue along his as he moaned into my mouth. “Take me,” I begged. It had been too long; I didn’t want to waste any more time.

“Fuck, May,” he whined, pulling his cock from his pants. I watched as it grew, aiming for my aching pussy. “This must be a fucking dream.” He pushed inside me, moaning as he forced himself deep, my mouth wide and gasping at the size of him. “You’re a fucking dream.” Crispin suddenly quickened his pace, pounding into me as his mouth trailed down my neck and falling to my exposed breasts. His tongue flicked my hardened nipples, sucking them hard before he bit down, tugging them roughly.

“Not a dream, baby.” I wrapped my legs around his waist, moving with him, our bodies one. “This is real. I’m real.” I arched into him as he moaned against my chest, his tongue tracing my matching tattoo. “I love you,” I cried, my climax burning beneath the surface.

The simple truth broke him as he roared, coming inside me, fiercely thrusting as fast as he could go, shaking my body as he filled my cunt. I tried to hold on to my orgasm, listening to him moan, smiling because I knew this was what he’d wanted, what he’d needed.

“What’re you grinning about?” he huffed, slowing his pace. I wiggled my hips, grinding into him as he twitched inside me, still sensitive.

“Nothing. I’m just trying to live in this moment a little while longer.”

“Oh?” He removed my legs, flipping me onto my knees as he positioned himself at my ass, still inside me. “Let’s see how much you can handle now.” He slowly slid his cock back, leaving only the tip inside my cunt, teasing me with it. My hair covered my face as it rubbed against the floor, my moan soaking into the wood. “That's what I thought,” he purred.

Crispin eased his cock inside me, slowly taking his time as he moved back and forth, his claw massaging my cheeks before gently entering my ass. I cried out at the sudden pressure, clenching tightly around him as he played with me, once again sliding out to the tip. Without warning, he slammed his cock back into me, his pelvis bouncing off my ass cheeks as he slowly thrust into me. I screamed at each painful drive, smiling through it, welcoming it.

“Harder,” I begged, feeling my body boil near the edge. He fingered my ass harder, slamming his cock fiercely inside me again, this time with more power. “Harder.” He did as I asked, ramming into my pussy. I smiled, glancing over my shoulder to lock eyes with him. “Harder,” I demanded.

Crispin grinned, bracing himself on my ass cheeks as he drove into me, increasing the pain with each thrust. My body ached, swelling with excitement as I came, soaking his cock. I cried out and leaned further into him, raising my ass so he could completely destroy me.

“Fuck, May,” he moaned. “I could watch you take my dick all day. You take it so well,” he grunted, my pussy squirting down his shaft. “That’s right. Soak me, baby. Soak my fur with your juices and don’t stop until your heart gives out.”

“You can fuck me for the rest of my life, Crispin,” I cried, my body sore but still enjoying him. “I don’t care how much it hurts. You can fuck me until it breaks my body. I’m yours.” My breathing hitched as he leaned over to play with my breasts, his chest sticking to my back.

“Oh, May,” he moaned into my hair, tugging my nipple. “I never want to leave. I want to stay here, inside your perfect pussy, until I die.” My heart leaped again.

“Then stay.” He gently slowed his pace, brushing my hair from my neck as I looked back at him. “Stay with me.”

“What about Max?” He whispered the question, his claw gliding along my shoulder. “I can’t just leave her.” I slowly lifted my pelvis, sliding from his cock as he dropped from my body. I carefully rotated, laying on my back as I stared up at him, sweetly touching his face.

“Do you love her?”

“It’s not that simple?—”

“Do you love her?”

He clenched his jaw, thinking for a moment. “Not in the way I love you.” It wasn’t the answer I was hoping for, but it was enough.

“Then tell her the truth. I want you, Crispin.” My arms wrapped around his neck. “We’ve been separated long enough. Let’s not waste any more time. Be with me.” I pulled my body up and kissed him, remaining on his lips for a few minutes before letting go.

“At least give me tonight. Max has been there for me since the day I left. I owe her tonight.”

“Why tonight?” I was genuinely curious.

Crispin gently unwound my arms, standing as he helped me to my feet. He adjusted his cock and began to fix his pants.

“She loves Christmas. Let me spend Christmas Eve with her one last time, and then I’m yours forever.” I rushed to his arms, kissing him once. His eyes twinkled as he smiled down at me. “I’ve fucking missed you, May-Martha.”

“I’ve missed you.” I poked his chest, playing with his fur. He stared at me, looking deep into my eyes as I breathed him in. My Crispin.

“I love you.” My heart danced at his words. He walked towards my bedroom door, but I stopped him.

“Crispin?” He looked at me. “Before you go, can you promise me one thing?”

“Anything.”

“Take the long way home.” He gave me a funny look. “If you have to spend tonight with her, at least take your time before you do so. Hell, use it to think of all the things we can do together now that you’re back.” He laughed, kissing my forehead.

“You got it.”

MAX

My heart ripped in half as I listened to him say those words to her over and over again in my head—the same words he refused to say to me. I was fuming, burning with jealousy and rage. He was going to leave me for her !

As he closed her door, I waited outside her window, watching as he disappeared into the woods. Once he was gone, I opened the window and slid inside, finding May now wearing a sheer fuzzy robe as she brushed her long hair.

“Crispin! Back so soon? Did you forget something?” May turned, her smile dropping as she looked at me.

I grinned, retrieving the knife from my corset, her blood now dried across the blade as I slowly inched near her, seething and seeing red. She slowly stood, creeping towards the headless body.

“After all this time, he chose you over me.” I cocked my head, tears welling in my eyes as I cautiously began to approach her. “You, a fucking whore !” May tried to snatch the knife from the dead man’s corpse, but I beat her to it. “Uh-uh-uh.”

“It’s over, Max. Crispin loves me. He’s chosen me. It doesn’t have to be this way. Go back, be with him one last time before—” I swung my knife, cutting her arm as she stumbled back.

“No, this ends now. I will not lose him to you.”

“Max, please! I know you think you love him, but you don’t. This is just some sick obsession. You need help.” I swung again, screaming as she dodged my blow and shoved me over. She kicked my hand, knocking my knife from it and snatching it herself. “This doesn’t have to end this way! Please, for Crispin’s sake, stop. He wouldn’t want this.”

My eyes shot to the dead man’s gut inches from me, and May’s gaze followed. I grinned, cackling as I ripped the blade from his insides, blood spewing across the room. I crouched, May backing away from me in terror.

“Max, please,” she begged, raising my knife in her hand, her arm trembling.

“I told you, you don’t know what he wants. Only I do!” I screamed as I charged her.