Page 145 of Cursed Lifeline

Suddenly, the world begins to fade to black. I swear I’m about to faint as the throbbing between my legs becomes so painful, I can’t take anymore. Just before I pass out, he rolls his ?ngers out of my wetness and enters one in my ass, then sucks down hard on my clit. I explode in an instant. His hand releases my neck and I suck in air. Gasping, my climax intensi?es as he enters two ?ngers inside my center and continues to fuck both holes while his hot mouth pays special attention to my clit.

“Felix,” I scream once I catch my breath. “Fuck, I can’t take anymore.”

Struggling to get out of his hold, he pulls his fingers free and forces my hips back to the ground before feasting on my center and drinking down every last drop my body is willing to give him until he is completely satis?ed.

Utterly spent, he licks one last tender, lazy path up my sex as I lay there wondering what the hell just happened. He kisses the inside of my right thigh, then the inside of my left. Just when I think he’s going to climb up my body and put his lips against mine, he ?ips me over and forces my ass up in the air.

Leaning forward, he growls into my ear, “You have no idea how sexy you look right now.”

I glance over my shoulder and watch as his eyes roam over my body and eventually rise and stay locked on my neck.

“Marked by me,” he sucks in an exhilarated breath. “Beautifully bruised by my hand.”

His ?ngertips gently brush across my throat, before his eyes lift and catch the leaves in my hair, then roam lower around my curves. He makes quick work of lowering his zipper. The crown of his cock rests at my opening a moment later and I suck in a shaky breath.Before I can respond, he thrusts inside me and I scream out before falling on my forearms against the desert ?oor. I try to claw away, but he hooks his arm around my waist and holds me back against him.

Fisting my hair in his hand, he yanks my head back towards him.

“I’m not even halfway, baby. Relax and take it like the good girl we both know you are.”

With wide eyes, I turn my neck to meet his stare, but his eyes don’t lock with mine. They’re focused on where we are joined together. Where his body is relentless on tearing mine apart.

When he glances up at me, his eyes ?ll with worry before they softly close. With a pained expression, he wraps my hair tighter around his ?st and grits out, “You’re still so fucking tight. Open up for me, baby. Relax, spread your thighs.”

I try my hardest as he inches in further. My nails dig into the earth and I attempt to claw away with each painful inch he tries to shove inside me. Quickly, he leans forward, gathers me in his arms, and sits back holding me suspended above his throbbing length. His right hand holds tight around my neck as the other holds me close to his body. With my back resting against his chest, he gives me a moment, suspended above him, feeling minimal pain, before he growls in my ear, “Fucking take it,” and then forces me down harshly.

Ripping through my center, he penetrates me deep onto his cock.

My yell echoes through the night as tears fall quickly from my eyes. Before I can clear my mind of the pain, his hips begin to rock, and his hand trails down my stomach and starts to rub my clit. Soon, the pleasure overshadows the pain and we begin to chase our release.

He sucks in a shaky breath. “Atta’ girl. Ride me, baby. Make yourself cum.”

His words send me over the edge and I scream out his name as my climax rips through my body. He follows me seconds later and I moan in sated pleasure as his warmth spreads inside me. When we’ve both come down from our high, he holds me against him in silence for a moment.

Lifting me up, I turn around and he gently lays me down on the desert floor. His body covers mine protectively as his thickening length slips slowly back inside me.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he growls, thrusting his hips forward. I wrap my legs around his waist tightly and urge him to keep going. “Fuck, you keep taking my cock like this, like such a good fucking girl, and I’ll never get enough, baby.”

I gasp out as he buries himself as deep as my body will take him. He sucks in a shaky breath as he rocks us back towards heaven. With each powerful thrust, my wetness grows. Some from pleasure, some from the painful way he’s tearing me apart. Both feelings mix into a beautiful high.

“Fate knew one lifetime with you would have never been enough,” he groans as he strains above me, and our bodies find their perfect rhythm. Gripping his shoulders, I match his thrusts with greedy determination.

His voice fills with emotion as he says, “Losing myself to you gave me the only heaven I’ll ever know.”

Tears fill my eyes as he slows his pace and tenderly starts to make love to me.

“When the end comes this time, Esme, you must do me a favor.”

“Anything,” I promise.

His features harden. Jaw set tight, he whispers,“Believe none of us.”

Before I can respond, Felix gathers me in his arms and presses his lips against mine, silencing any rebuttal. Training forgotten, the heavens open and a momentary euphoria rushes through our veins as we succumb to pleasure. Chests heaving, we ride out our bliss and forget about the troubles that lie ahead.

My head warns that forgetting, even momentarily, will result in our unfortunate demise as we’re inevitably doomed to repeat the past. But then my heart whispers: life and love are so short, and fleeting bliss is so hard to come by, we’d be fools, like Hamlet and Ophelia, not to grab it while we can.

Fifty Two

Talon

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