Page 23 of Soulless Deeds

I reared back to the very tip and impaled her with passionate resolve, her features overtaken with undeniable pleasure as I force-fed her my throbbing cock. And when I nicked multiple incisions over her chest, blood droplets ran freely between us, rubbing and saturating into our skin, completely embedded into the masterpiece ofus.

I couldn’t take it, couldn’t deny myself all of her when I knew I’d never get her again.

Never taste her. Never feel her. Never be in her presence.

It drove me to such insanity that I relinquished another concrete rule.

I kissed her.

Our tongues fought for dominance, her teeth sinking into my bottom lip hard enough to cause my own blood to drip free and mix alongside her own.

It was ugly, savage, utterly fierce—and I wanted more.

Grabbing onto her hips, I adjusted her position, my cock hitting that sweet spot that made her sigh and moan in time with the thundering musical crescendo.

Then, her fathomless green eyes latched onto mine, and I was undeniably lost. She had crept into my very pores to take over every last remaining rational thought, burning and replacing it only with her.

“What are you doing to me?” I whispered over her lips. “I’m inside you while you’re inside my head.Get the fuck out.”

“You scared?” she taunted.I am fucking terrified.

“You intrigue me.”Thrust.“You captivate me.”Pump.“You will be my undoing.”

“I will ruin you,” she promised.

“Scream for me. One last time.”

Her climax hit and the orchestra reached their peak simultaneously, her walls contracting insanely tight. I didn’t stand a chance.

My vision blurred as cum shot from my crown, burying deep inside her, the exquisiteness of her flesh entirely unmatched.

“You broke two of your rules. Ready to break the last and have a repeat?” she asked, with straight smugness.

She spoke the blatant truth, and that’s when I knew I was totally fucked, both literally and figuratively.

Once wouldn’t be enough. I’d always seek her out. The unspoken connection was potent and thriving to the point of pain. She’d take and use until all that was left was my useless carcass, tattered and broken beneath her feet.

A weakness I vowed would.Never. Happen. Again.

My brain remained in a euphoric state as my body moved on autopilot. The grip of my fingers shifted the knife until the tip embedded into the bottom of her sternum.

Her long eyelashes fluttered open, giving me a flash of that hypnotic stare, looking back at me with curiosity and challenge.

With a flash of panic that riddled my entire being, my muscles automatically contracted, forcing the blade beneath her rib cage, aimed directly for her heart.

X

Spencer

Echo’s words hypnotised me, his vocal command cracking my Variant open until it fractured into pieces right in front of him.

My ability overwhelmed, my senses engulfed, my body overrun.

My mask was stripped at the very seams, displaying my real face, giving himall of me.

And when we simultaneously submitted to our most basic calling, I knew we were where we were always meant to be, his orgasm mixing with mine to create a spiritual affinity of deathly measures.

Immediately proven by a sudden, searing pain.

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