Page 101 of Cursed Lifeline

A throaty purr falls from her lips forcing my gaze back forward. Breathless, she watches me pleasure myself to obscene thoughts of her. Her body denies what she wants, but her mind screams for me to take her.

“Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll stop.”

Her eyes lift to mine, and she whispers, “I don’t want this.”

“Liar.”

“Even if I do, it still doesn’t change the fact that…”

“I haven’t needed anyone in three fucking centuries, Celeste.” I hold her gaze as the carriage nears our destination and I approach release. “Three hundred fucking years,” I groan. “Then you come along and fuck,” my hips buck off the seat, and Celeste cries out in ecstasy, anticipating my climax. “I need you to let me have this. Have you. Just once.”

“Why?” she demands angrily as my shadows play with the v between her thighs, caressing and tempting her to open up and let me back in.

“I thought it was obvious,” I laugh. When she doesn’t respond, I snap, “Because then maybe I could fucking think straight.”

She doesn’t speak, only continues to stare me down, and I beg, “Please, let me play.”

My phantom touch caresses just above her clit.

Her jaw sets tight. She shakes her head no.

“I haven’t been with anyone since I lost the woman I loved, Celeste. I haven’t touched anyone since…”

“And what, just because I was the first to come along and make you,” she looks down at my enlarged cock, and seethes, “feel, you thought I’d just let youfuckwith me to get me out of your system?”

“I don’t dofeelings,” I groan as my climax approaches. “Not since then. But I need…”

“Fuck what you need, Talon,” she snaps.

“You need it, too,” I beg one last time. She licks her lips, stares down at me fisting my cock, and lets out a desperate purr, telling me it’s the truth. “Fuck, I know you do. Deny me. Deny the way you feel. Just know, after I get you out of my system and you’re still left wanting, I never denied anything.”

I circle my crown and fist my cock harder, faster, needing to release whatever kind of hold she somehow has on me. And if she’s intent to watch, then I hope she enjoys the damn show.

“Fuck, I’m close,” I groan as the carriage starts to slow.

“Don’t you dare,” Celeste warns. “I won’t have you…”

“Keep running that mouth, kitten. It’ll only make me cum harder.”

Eyes locked on mine in anger, I fist my shirt and pull it from my slacks. Baring my lower stomach, I chase my release as it builds quickly the longer she bitterly stares me in the eyes.

As I crest the edge, Celeste whispers, “Love is messy, Talon.”

Panting, thighs shaking, I manage, “Who said anything about love?”

Her eyes darken. My heart breaks.

“But if a mess is what you want, kitten, fuck, I’ll gladly let you watch as you make a mess of me.”

My cum squirts out in hot waves against my lower stomach as the carriage comes to a halt. Bucking my hips, I release in violent spurts as Celeste holds my gaze. The carriage wobbles slightly as the driver dismounts. The doorknob to the cab starts to turn. Celeste holds onto it tightly and refuses its opening.

Disappointment hangs in her stare.

As my pleasure subsides, she bitterly asks, “Better?”

I want to tell her, “Yes.” I want to tell her, “Neverbetter.” But as I tuck myself away and do my best to clean up the mess I made, a weight sits heavy on my heart, and I fall silent.

After a moment, Celeste angrily opens the cab. As she readies to step out into the dark of night, hurt hangs in her eyes as she looks at me over her shoulder and says, “Disposable.”

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