Page 16 of Until Death Parts Us (Dysfunctional)

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

QUIN

Once we’re both clean, I turn Kas around in the shower and back him against the wall, out of the spray of the raindrop shower head. The need to claim and own him has been churning in my gut. For several hours I didn’t know what happened to him or if I’d ever see him again.

“You have an interesting look in your eye,” Kaspian says, a wicked grin on his lips.

“Do I?” I ask, brushing the wet strands of his hair from his forehead.

“You want to claim me.”

“I don’t have to claim what’s already mine.”

“I think you want to remind yourself.”

I reach down and grab his cock. “I think you think too much.”

He sucks in a breath before looking up at me with water drops on his lashes. “I’m here, Quin,” he says. “I’m here and I’m yours.”

I stare into his dark eyes—eyes that hold such deviance and yet somehow are still capable of looking at me like I’m God himself.

Kaspian is as dark and twisted as they come, but he has powers I don’t.

He’s able to be vulnerable. I may physically cut him and watch him bleed but he’s the one metaphorically cutting himself open for me.

He allows me those moments. He gives himself to me knowing I shouldn’t be trusted.

He isn’t afraid of letting me know how he feels even if it is toxic and clingy.

He’s riddled with jealousy and isn’t afraid to show it.

I’m made differently. I don’t feel things as deeply as he does, but he’s the only person in this world who has made me feel anything, and last week I experienced a cocktail of emotions like never before. There were no thoughts for a while, just desperation, fear, anger, and anxiety.

“Talk to me,” he says quietly, studying my eyes.

I bring my hands to cradle his face. “They hurt you. Made you bleed. They made you cry out so loud that I heard you in the woods.” I inhale deeply, trying to keep my anger in check. “They touched you when they shouldn’t have. Only I have the power to do those things.”

He nods but doesn’t say anything. His hands go to my hips.

“I was afraid. For the first time in a long time I felt a fear I didn’t think possible. I’m still so fucking mad, Kaspian. Not at you. Just mad. I had this rush of feelings and it’s like they haven’t gone away yet. I don’t feel like myself.”

“You’re yourself,” he says, his hands running up my back. “You’re exactly what I need.”

I wrap one arm around his waist, the other cupping the back of his head. “How are you, though? You went through worse.”

“I’m angry,” he admits. “I feel like it was my fault. I shouldn’t have stayed there. We should’ve just gone back to the cabin.”

“You didn’t deserve what happened to you,” I tell him.

“I bet people who come across us think the same thing. Maybe it’s karma.”

“I don’t give a fuck about other people. Only you.”

His lips curl up and he links his hands behind my head before planting his mouth on mine. “Fuck me, Quin.” He gives me another kiss. “Please.”

A growl tears through my throat as I reach for the bottle of lube that rests between our shampoo and conditioner. I quickly pour some in my hand and hitch his right leg over my forearm before I slide my fingers inside him.

He rests his head back against the wall, eyes fluttering closed as I get him ready. Before long, I’m squeezing the lube on my cock, and giving myself a few long strokes before entering him.

“Oh, yeah,” he moans as I slide in deep.

I grunt, holding onto his body as he presses a hand against the wall to keep from slipping.

“Fuck, I’ve missed your ass.”

A small grin touches his lips as he eyes flicker open. “So obsessed.”

I thrust hard and deep. “You’re damn right. Get over here.” I pull away and shut off the water, walking out of the wet room to stand in front of the sinks. “Turn around.”

He faces the mirror and I lift one leg so his knee rests on the counter. With a rug under our feet, we’re more sturdy, so I guide myself inside him before grabbing his hips.

He’s bent over enough that I can look over him and see his face in the reflection. We avoid his injuries being pressed against the sink, and I make sure my hands only touch the unmarred skin.

I thrust long and deep, and he knocks our toiletries into the sink and on the floor as he struggles to find something to grab onto. Our wet bodies slap against each other, the noise filling the room and joining Kaspian’s cries of pleasure.

“You’re mine.”

“Yes,” he exclaims.

“Mine. Mine. Mine,” I say with each thrust.

“Fuck. Yes, Quin. God, it’s so good.”

“I never want to stop,” I say through heavy breaths. “I want to live inside you. Breathe your scent. Consume your essence. Bathe in your blood.”

“Oh, fuck.”

“You’re everything I need to survive.”

His eyes open and meet my gaze in the sink. “Quin. Oh my god,” he cries, gripping the sink.

I pull out of him and grab his wrist. “Come with me.”

Through the bathroom door, we step into a small loft bedroom. I don’t want to take the time to go to our bedroom on the first floor. I need him now. I need him always.

“Ride me,” I say as I sit up against the headboard.

He gets the lube from the nightstand and covers my cock with it before reaching back and coating his hole.

Straddling my lap, he slowly slides down my length, rotating his hips once I’m fully inside.

“Oh, god,” he moans.

I touch him where I can, avoiding the bandages. “All mine.”

“All yours,” he says, his body moving sensually.

“Fuck, Kas. I can’t live without you. You’re so fucking perfect.”

“You won’t live without me.”

He leans forward, grabbing onto the headboard as he moves.

“You can’t do this to me again. I won’t be able to handle thinking I’ve lost you.”

I say that, knowing it wasn’t his fault. Knowing he can’t possibly control everything. But I need to say it. I need him to know I can’t be without him.

“If I have to stay by your side every fucking second, I will. Nobody will hurt you again. You hear me?”

He looks at me, movements slowing. “Yes,” he says with a nod.

I quickly flip us over and bury myself deep inside him, making him yell. “It’s me and you.”

“Me and you,” he breathes.

“When we end, it’ll only be because of death.” I thrust over and over again. “Me and you.”

He whimpers, reaching for his cock. “Oh, yeah.”

I grab his face and force him to look at me. “Together forever until death parts us.”

“Yes, yes,” he cries, eyes focused on me.

Both of us reach our orgasm at the same time, our guttural roars and subsequent moans filling the air around us.

When I pull out, I lie down next to him while we catch our breath.

After a few minutes, he says, “ Together forever until death parts us sounds a lot like marriage vows.”

“It’s definitely a vow,” I say. “Where you go, I go.”

“And where you go, I’ll follow.”

I turn to my side to face him. “I mean it, Kaspian. Our only end is death. I will not do this life without you.”

“I never planned on leaving you.”

“It’s not even in the realm of possibility now. If you ever feel like you want to get away from me, then I guess the tables will turn and it’ll be time for me to follow you across the goddamn states.”

He snorts. “I like toxic men.”

I arch a brow. “Men?”

Kaspian laughs. “You’re acting like me.”

“See? Normal couple stuff. You’re rubbing off on me.”

He grabs my hand. “I love you, Quin. I know you don’t believe in it, but our love doesn’t have to be flowers and typical romantic gestures.

What’s romance to us isn’t what normal people think about.

You went on a fucking killing spree for me.

We’ve killed people for each other. You cut me, and I allow it because of how I feel about you.

You let me cut you. Why? You planned a trip for me because I wanted it.

Words don’t mean anything, Quin. Actions do.

” He smiles and leans over to kiss me. “Our love story may end in tragedy, and I’m okay with that.

If you die, whether you’re forty-five or eighty, I’ll kill myself next to your body.

There is no life without you. No reason to go on. No happiness. No excitement.”

“A tragedy,” I muse. “I suppose that makes sense for us.” I brush his hair away from his eyes. “But let’s try to put off the tragic ending for as long as possible.”

“So, no more road trips?” he asks with a forced pout.

“Not for a while. And if and when we do anything, there will be plans and rules in place.” I level him with a look.

“I’ll be a good boy.”

But the wicked glint in his eyes and the tiny smirk on his lips tells me otherwise.