Page 62 of Last Chorus

Evangeline’s hands rise, framing my face tentatively. Tears leak from her eyes in continuous streams. Her thumbs stroke my clenched jaw.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I’m so sorry.”

Not enough.

“You’re not forgiven.”

Her eyes close, then flutter back open. The gray one catches all the light in the room, sparkling like a star.

“Show me.”

My laugh is madness as I clasp the delicate column of her throat in one hand. My other curls around her hip, fingers digging into the lush globe of her ass. I lift and tilt her hips to exactly where I want her.

Then I fucking show her.

I pound into her viciously until I bottom out, but I don’t stop. There’s no relief, no return of tenderness. No music, either—just a cacophony of my grunts, her whimpers, our gasps. The slap of our flesh is obscene and arrhythmic.

Sweat drips until we’re slick with it. Her pussy is a molten sheath, swelling more with every thrust. But I’m still shocked when I feel the first flutters.

“You’re actually going to come again. You little sl—” By some miracle, I manage to swallow the rest of the word.

“Don’t hold back,” she pleads, her eyes frenzied and desperate. “It’s true. Only with you.”

Instead of her admittance pleasing me, it only makes me angrier.

“You’re such a greedy slut. Pushing me past my limits, making me fuck this cunt harder than I want to. You love this, don’t you? Are you going to come all over my cock, Evangeline?”

“Yes, yes.”

I bark a mirthless laugh. “Then fucking come.”

Rearing back, I reach between us and pinch her clit. Once, twice, before she wails like a banshee. Her eyes roll back in her head, her body lifting like a bowstring, every muscle straining. Then her pussy clamps down and pulses so hard I know what’s coming. Sure enough,her release soaks my balls and the comforter beneath us.

“I bet that felt good,” I remark, slowing my pace as her contractions ease and fade. Her moans could be sobs, but it’s hard to say and I’m not sure I care. She melts back onto the mattress, gasping for air, trembling all over.

Not. Fucking. Enough.

I stop moving. Anchored in her body, I lean down until my mouth hovers so close to hers that I’m swallowing the weight of our shared breath. When she tries to kiss me, I jerk my head back.

“No,” I snarl. “You walked away from me like we were nothing.Nothing.Just like that, you wiped me out of your heart and life. And believe me, I know how messed up that sounds. How wrong it is. I’m well aware that I’m the villain in this story. But youleft me. You fucking left me when you were supposed to forgive me.”

Her chin trembles. “I know.”

Unable to help myself, I grind against her. It doesn’t matter that my broken heart is currently clawing its way out of my chest, or that my tears join the sweat already dripping off my chin.

My body sings for hers whether I want it to or not.

“My Fairy. My perfect song. I remade myself for you, but you still threw me away. All these years, I’ve beenwaiting for my missing piece to come home. But you aren’t home, are you? You’re not here to love me. You’re not here to keep me.”

Her eyes shift between mine, sorrowful and searching. Maybe finally seeing.

I hit an angle that makes her breath catch. Lightning zips down my spine, gathering and building.

“Youarepowerful,” I bite out. “So powerful I almost killed myself for you. Because I thought if you wanted me to die, I didn’t have anything to live for.”

Horror slackens her mouth. “No.”

Unable to look at her another second, I drop to my forearms and lower my head to the bed beside hers. My voice thickens with my cock, my hips pumping faster as release barrels toward me.

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