Page 110 of Fragile Facade
“You there? Between life and death?”
He tries to swallow against my braided fingers. A strangled sound comes from his throat. His eyelashes flutter as they close, and I know he’s seconds away from passing out.
Lips against his ear, I remind him of what’s more important. “Laugh, sweetheart. Laugh in her fucking face and slam the goddamn door.”
I look at his face. His eyes spring open, bloodshot and wild, and his popped-open lips try their damndest to pull into a smile. Sounds work their way up his constricted throat, and even though they don’t come out sounding like a laugh, I know he’s laughing. I close my eyes to hear it with Death, watching my psychotic man laugh in her snide face as he stands on her doorstep, gripping the door.
His body goes slack, fingers losing their grip on my abs, cock flagging just a little.
“Slam it, Soren. Defy death.”
In his head, he does. I feel the moment he laughs the loudest, slamming the door and closing that chapter of his life as he finally wins the prize he’s been after. To outsmart Death herself. To be better than her. To prove to himself that he’s stronger than the only sure thing in life.
I give him a split second to revel in his accomplishment as his body slackens further. My cock is buried in his ass, and even those muscles loosen their grip now that he’s not resisting. Time to bring him back.
I clamp my teeth to his shoulder and bite down hard at the same time I release his neck. “Not today, sweetheart.”
Soren gasps, rasping in a lungful of air. Panic grips him for a second, and when I spread my hands over his bare chest to hold him up and remind him where he is, he laughs.
Sickly. The sound is so twisted and warped that I know he’s experiencing true joy mixed with pure pleasure. So I laugh with him.
“Fuck you, Death!” he screams, voice abrasive and raw. “Fuck you!” He hacks out coughs and words together.
I pull out and thrust back in, cutting off his words as he moans.
“You fucking won, sweetheart.”
“I fucking won,” he repeats, laughing even harder. “Holy fuck, I won!”
I drag my hand down his chest, grip his cock, and fuck him. Three more thrusts, the thrill of his death chase and the peak of his pleasure rattling my teeth. Pressure builds inside me, coiling low in my stomach and burning through my nerves.
“Fuck. Fuck, Kill. Ahhh.” His ass squeezes my cock, making me erupt before he even does. My mouth opens on a silent groan, and my eyes roll back as my hips stutter. I jerk his cock as he comes, painting the house with his pleasure. His head tilts back to rest on my shoulder as his body trembles against mine. The moan makes him cough, his throat sore and raw, and each cough constricts the fuck out of my cock, pumping cum from me so hard I buckle forward as he falls backwards.
We lean against each other, the power of the moment staying strong as the intensity simmers to something comfortable. He slumps down, ass hitting my thighs, unable to hold himself up any longer. My cock pops out, cum leaking down on my legs, warm and silky.
“Holy fuck, you just killed me.”
I huff out a laugh, forehead resting on his shoulder as I catch my breath and get my heart to slow down. “Was it worth it?”
“Thank you,” he says softly. “Just… fuck.” He wiggles his hands. “Untie me.”
With shaky hands, I undo the belt and pull it off. Soren wobbles to his feet, pulling his pants up as he turns to face me. I’m too spent to stand, so he kneels in front of me, lifting my face by cupping my cheeks. My one hand is coated in blood from killing his cousin, so half his neck is tinged red when I look up at him. I don’t like another man’s blood on him, so I scowl at it.
“No masks?” he asks me.
“No cracks?” I ask him.
He smirks shyly. His eyes meet mine before he looks down at my mouth. “Answer still yes?”
Moths take flight in my heart. “To what question?”
He groans. “Don’t make me fucking say?—”
“Yes.” I nudge his cheek with mine, angling him so I can press my lips to his. “Just in case, sweetheart.”
He melts. Dies. Comes to life. I don’t know, but it’s the single best moment of my life.
Until Remi ruins it. “You killed Tim!” he screams, running at us as Krypt casually strolls behind.
