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She looked at her hands now, turning them about as if she didn’t know who they belonged to, as if she were looking at someone else’s fingers.

“I had never thought of killin’ nobody before that, Kage.

I must’ve had some evil in me… Something dark and all wrong.

No therapist can explain that part to me.

Explain how someone so young could think to do such a thing.

As I got older, I was told it was because I was traumatized.

PTSD. It was out of fear of her gettin’ away with it.

It was a lot of things. And you know what the worst part is?

I smiled right after I did it.” She nodded and blinked back tears.

“The same way she smiled at my Aunt Huni when she said those awful things!

“I didn’t feel bad about killing her, Kage, and I don’t feel bad now!

But I should! I know I really should. I smiled at that husband while the police were carrying me away…

I looked him dead in the eye, with his wife lyin’ there on that floor lifeless, the knife still stickin’ out of her back, and I smiled, Kage.

You think I’m a monster, don’t you? DON’T YOU?

!” Tears covered her face. Not sad tears but angry tears. Purged tears.

Kage grabbed her arm and yanked her up from the blanket. Holding her tight in his arms, he rocked her close to his chest. His body was so hard. So warm. So strong.

“You ain’t no damn monster. You were a devastated child. Just like me… You weren’t a monster then, and you ain’t one now. You’re my possum. My forest fairy and princess. My Poet. You’re my Nina, and don’t you forget it…” He squeezed her to him. She held on with all of her might.

Her mouth found his, and she wrapped her hands around his face.

His soft, yet textured, thick beard flattened against her palms. His face against her wet cheeks, they listened to the crickets chirp, the music playing, and the birds flying above them.

An intense hunger and desire consumed her.

Soon, she found herself naked and placed gently down onto the blanket.

Melody Gardot’s, ‘Preacherman’ played as Kage’s warm mouth found her lobe and tenderly sucked it.

She spread her arms wide like a falcon soaring, the ticklish stroke of grass grazing her fingertips.

Her gaze fixed on the cottony sky as Kage’s muscles tightened around her body, clasping her to his tattooed tapestry of flesh.

He caught her lower lip, sucked it, then kissed her with vigor. He then traveled down her body.

The heat of his kiss embraced her nipples, leaving a cool sensation against the enlarged, hardened nubs.

Goosebumps covered her arms as he drifted farther down.

A beautiful mop of silver and blond hair fell between her thighs, and the coarse feel of his thick beard rubbed against her pussy as his mouth found her saturated fortress.

His lapping and licking echoed against the fabric of the world around them.

He devoured her pussy in slow, meticulous, yet freeform measures.

She sighed and arched her back into his ravenous oral embrace.

When he pushed her thighs farther apart, love and life collided.

He smacked his lips, then teased her clit, drawing circles against it with the tip of his long, wet tongue. Time slowed down.

He was the knife blade and the salvation.

The sliced lemons and fresh baked cookies.

He was the puddle of sticky blood beneath a monster…

still warm, wearing her apron, face down in her own essence.

She shuddered as Kage’s tongue worked against her tender folds and swollen clit.

She surrendered and climaxed, screaming over the sounds of Chelsea Wolfe’s, ‘We Hit a Wall.’

Her fingers circled her navel as she came down from her orgasmic high.

Her pussy dripped when he rose from between her thighs.

Kage crawled up her body, deprivation in his piercing blue eyes.

He lay on top of her, then rolled, pulling her with him and positioning her on top of him, his back against the blanket.

Placing one hand on his chest, she reached for his hard, long, fat dick, and guided him inside of her, inch by inch.

They moaned in unison as she mounted him.

His massive sword stretched her dripping wet pussy wide open.

She now had both palms on his hairy chest, and pivoted up and down, catching the rhythm.

Kage looked up at her longingly. His lips parted and a beautiful, roaring, deep groan belted from his throat.

He held onto her waist with his big hands, and began to thrust upwards as she came down, their timing perfection.

She leaned forward, and he captured her nipple, kissing it as it swung past him.

He repeated this, eventually grabbing it hard and nursing from her.

A feverish, needy suck. He showered both breasts with affection as she jostled slow and easy, his dick firm within her until he was balls deep.

His eyes glimmered with sinful thoughts and angelic paths.

She cursed under her breath, her tears dried and far gone.

Only the galloping of her heartbeat reminded her that this was no dream.

He held her tighter, his fingers digging into her skin as he pumped faster and harder inside of her. She was powerless to resist him.

“I’m almost there,” he rasped. “But first, I’m going to make you explode again, possum.”

He licked his thumb, then slipped it against her clit as she rode him.

He emitted a sexiness that lured her like a magnet.

The sounds that came from him were beautifully masculine.

He fucked her harder, making her pop up and down and almost lose her balance.

Once he had her worked into a frenzy, he rose from the ground, his hair a wild and sexy mess, grabbed the back of her neck and stole a kiss.

He hooked his hands on the back of her shoulders, pushing her down into his fierce thrusts.

She felt every bit of him as he drove deep within her, taking her breath away until she poured, and creamed, and melted against him. A quivering mess. She became the waterfall he chased, and river and the lakes he was used to…

“Ahhh! Ahhh!” Her arms stiffened against him as her core emitted an earth-shattering orgasm. One after another. They rolled back to back, sweeping over her, a feeling so good she never wanted it to cease. She threw her head back and received it, all of it…

“That’s right, baby. That’s right…”

He groaned close as his lunges grew impossibly more demanding, and then, his body stiffened against hers, and he yelled curses as he filled her chasm with velvety warmth.

Crisscrossing his arms around her back, he pressed her to him, lurching upward until he’d emptied himself completely inside of her.

When his climax subsided, he ran his fingers gently along her upper arms and looked into her eyes.

His gaze was as soft as his caress. The two of them stayed that way…

him throbbing deep inside of her, and her holding onto him for dearly departed death and new life…