Page 2 of Cursed Lifeline

Smiling down at the rock in her hand, she taunts, “Overcome by a jealous, bitter rage, I see,” she glances at me over her shoulder. A tempting mischief hangs in her eyes as she raises a challenging brow. “Like I told you the other night, who says my future wasevermeant to be yours.”

In a flash, I have her pinned up against the nearest wall. My right hand grips her throat, my left clutches her wrist where the crystal rests protectively in her palm.

My lips hover above hers and I harshly whisper, “You don’t get to decide the future ofus.”

“I didn’t decide,” she seethes as my grip loosens around her neck, and anger and resentment fill her eyes. Authoritatively, I shake her wrist at her side. She eventually drops the crystal to our feet. “Fate, however, is a cruel mistress.”

“Is that so,” I grin, as my lips fall to the crook of her neck. Our craving for one another gets the better of her, and her hips lift off the wall and hungrily grind against my pelvis. “If that were true, destiny wouldn’t have made you my paramour.”

My mouth slowly savors a path across her porcelain skin, and a delicate moan escapes her lips. She desperately pulls me closer as her sister's voice trails to us from the front of the shop, warning we’re not alone, but neither of us cares as she grabs my neck with both hands and raises my face to meet hers. Our heated breaths intertwine as I grip under her thighs and raise her to sit on a small shelf chiseled into the base of the window on the brick wall behind her.

Words evade us as we give into carnal instinct.

Her legs part eagerly as I step between them and raise her skirt up her thick thighs.

She’s bare underneath.

I suck in a thirsty breath as her eyes sadly lock on mine.

“I must be cruel if only to be kind,” she softly cries. Refusing to listen to her cryptic prophecy, my hands roam the soft, milky skin of her thighs before rising to forbidden curves under her skirt. “If I don’t, as fate would have it, I will lose you. In time, what we have will be a cursed memory.”

“Never going to happen.”

My fingertips gently brush across her velvet lips as we stare into each other’s eyes in the haunting moonlight. After a moment filled with an ache we’re desperate to relieve, I trace the outside curve of her slick pussy, and lick my lips with need. She sucks in a wanton breath. “How can you be so sure?”

As I lightly brush a promising touch up her slick center, I growl, “Because, even if it means I die, I’ll go to whatever extent I need to, to ensure you’ll one day be mine.”

“Yours,” she breathes out desperately before releasing a shaky breath as I slowly enter a finger inside her, “Oh, Draven, as fate was foretold by the elders, I will never be yours.”

“Fuck the elders,” I groan, as she grips my forearms and grinds her pelvis against my palm. “Besides, your body tells me otherwise.”

“That’s different,” she pants, as I match the rhythm of her greed with the thrust of my fingers. “What I want, and what fate would allow…”

“Are in my hands now.”

She looks at me warily as I sternly hold her gaze and gently place another finger in her warmth. Her mouth falls open as I rock them skillfully inside her. After a moment, her head falls back, and her breathing quickens. Her small whimpers of ecstasy grow. As her orgasm builds and her groans of satisfaction rise, I cover her mouth with my other palm and let her ride out her high until my hand is covered in her sins.

Her head falls back forward and her eyes meet mine just as I release her lips.

I slip my hand from under her dress and hold it between us. Her sweet nectar drips down my fingers as I growl, “You made a mess.”

She eyes my hand as it glistens in the glow of moonlight. Raising it to her mouth, I wipe her lips with her transgressions.“Clean. It. Up.”

Without pause, she sucks my fingers clean and releases a low feral groan that has me clutching her throat in warning as her sister’s footsteps draw close. When her sister’s approach veers down another aisle and quickly fades away, I release my grip, and she warns, “Shewon’t let you go without a fight.”

Leaning forward, my lips hover above hers. Breathing in, her erotic scent pulls me close as I close the distance between us and harshly whisper, “Then if we lose, I’m trusting you to bring me back from the afterlife.”

Part One

Song: Nature Boy | David Bowie From the Moulin Rouge Soundtrack

“And then it started,

like a guilty thing

upon a feral summons.”

- William Shakespeare

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