Page 51 of Fatally Yours
“Did you not die happy?”
“I felt a lot of emotions when I died,” I said. He sighed and sat up, running his hand through his disheveled hair. My lip trembled as I looked up at him, watching as he took my hands in his and pulled me into a sitting position.
“Natasha, I’m sorry.” He couldn’t even look me in the eye. “I shouldn’t have done that. It’s my fault you can’t live that dream. I was selfish and impulsive, and I’ll regret taking that away from you for the rest of my days, even if I live forever.” Looking into his mismatched gaze, I gulped down another wave of emotion.
“I forgive you,” I whispered. And it was the truth. There was no way that either of us could move past this if I didn’t. And even if I couldn’t, I still loved him, even after he hurt me. Even after he killed me and ripped my dream away. In reality, my vision of the future was taken away the moment he was struck by that car. It wasn’t his fault we couldn’t have what we wanted. This was all set in motion that fateful day. After that, everything else was out of our control. He continued.
“You shouldn’t. You should hate me.”
“I don’t. Ican’t. Even if I say it, I don’t mean it,” I said. August took in a hollow breath and released my hands, standing up. My brow furrowed as I watched him dig around in the pocket of his frayed jeans.
What is he doing?
“Maybe I shouldn’t wait until we’re comfortable,” he said, taking something out and balling it in his fist. My stomach fluttered with the flurry of a million writhing insects hungry for my undead flesh. I had a feeling I knew what would happen, and I swore I felt my cool skin dampen with sweat. Cruel hands of excitement were wrapping around my throat as I felt myself choke on my emotions.
“August…”
“Don’t freak out, okay?” he said. “Please, don’t freak out.” My hands went to my face, covering my mouth with my palms as he got down on one knee, holding the object in his pale hand. The prickle of tears I was holding back previously overflowed, and I felt their warmth stream down my cheeks. Despite everything, I still thought it was strange that I could cry, but I supposed it was better than holding everything inside and letting it rot me.
He unfurled his fist and revealed what he was hiding from me. My heart soared with glee as I took in the reality of the situation. In his palm was a gold ring with a gleaming red gem pressed in the middle. Sure, it wasn’t traditional, but what about our relationship was? We were dead—the least of our worries was the type of ring he got me, and even so, it was perfect. I couldn’t have asked for something more beautiful.
“W-where did you get that?” I gasped, struggling to keep my voice steady.
“I found it at Officer Wilson’s house,” he said. “When I saw it, I knew it would be yours.” He pulled my hand gently from my mouth, holding it in his as I sat along the edge of the bed, trying and failing not to burst into sobs. That was all I ever wanted in life, death, and more.
“Natasha, my earth, my home, my temple, my dead girl, my cemetery baby, my beautiful lady of the stars…” There was a soft ringing in my ears, almost like my body had returned from the dead, and my blood was rushing through my veins again. I never thought I would have this anytime soon in life, especially not in death. I just didn’t think it would happen like this, but I couldn’t have asked for a better moment.
“Will you be my wife? Now, forever, until death do us part, and beyond…” he said. A whimper echoed from my throat as I let out a sob, returning my hands to my face as I wiped away tears.
“Yes, I will,” I croaked. Despite the overwhelming emotion, beneath my hands, I couldn’t stop myself from grinning. August smiled as he pried my palm from my face as I continued to cry. He slipped the ring on, and it sparkled in the light, glittering like a heartbeat. Afterward, he got to his feet and pulled me into an embrace.
“Until death do us part,” I echoed. “And beyond.” He held me close, stroking my hair until my blissful tears dried. My chest still buzzed with emotion as I pulled his lips close to me, forcing his mouth on mine. His fingers threaded through my hair, and my lips parted from his as I let out a stifled cry, and lightning shot through my torso.
“There’s something else we need to do,” he said. His voice was breathy as his mouth brushed the conch of my ear, sending a jolt down my spine and to my hips. “We need to redo that night, my love. No death, no violence, no murder. Only us, reunited again.” Quickly, I nodded. That was a great idea. A clean slate, a new life. That was what we needed to wipe away the sins of our past and move forward as one.
Without a sound, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled my body against him, picking me up and placing me atop the bed. I kept my legs around his waist, and he leaned in and put his lips to mine. A storm of emotions flared through me again as I felt his cool form against me. His hands slipped down my body and beneath my shirt, seeking out my breastsas he breathed against my lips.
“I’ve waited an eternity for this,” he said, stripping me of my shirt. “And I would wait a million more just to have you with me again.” I felt my eyes water as he returned his mouth to mine, thinking about that fateful night and how this memory would replace those horrors. I had grown to accept it, but substituting it with something else would be much better.
His lips grazed down my jaw, moving to my neck and nibbling my soft, cold skin. He slipped his hands behind me as I threaded my fingers in his hair, my nails grazing his scalp. I couldn’t help but want to pull him against me, feeling him close, even if he was as cold as death. The chill was just as comforting as the warmth. It was a feeling I now adored.
My hands wandered to his fraying jeans as I toyed with the button, feeling him pressing between my legs and sending a spark through my hips. He continued to nibble my throat over my scars, slipping down to my clavicle before releasing me from the binds of my bra, practically ripping it from my body as I craved not to part from him. This was everything I ever wanted.
Once he was done, I undid his jeans, and he slipped them away, his mouth never leaving my skin as he lowered his head to my pebbled bud. Using his hand to fondle the other, I jolted against him as I felt the storm brewing in my core increase with a fury. If I were never to have anything again, this was it.
I didn’t even have to ask him to strip himself of his shirt as he peeled it from his body, exposing the scars of the accident. As I brushed my fingers along them, he took my hand in his and squeezed.
“Don’t think about that,” he demanded, momentarily removing his mouth from me. “Please.” Promptly, I nodded and pulled my hand from his grasp, pulling his head to my chest again. Hungrily, he returned to me, and I let out a cry as his teeth nibbled at my breast. I bucked against him, wishing I could feel him kissing me for eternity as his thumbs stripped my lower half of the clothing guarding me.
It was as if he had read my mind. He bowed his head between my legs, seeking out my center as another wave of pleasure ripped through my body. I quivered against him as he lowered himself to me, suckling my apex like it would bring him back to life. Another moan fell from my lips as I sank my nails into his scalp, forcing his mouth to grind against me. At the same time, his fingers embedded in my thighs, prying me apart and opening me to his affection.
Pleasure was growing in my core as he speared me with his tongue, slipping between my folds before pressing his thumb to me again. I could feel it building in my hips as he suffocated against my body, forced in place bymy domineering hands. Sensing I was nearing the edge, he slid his fingers inside me, pushing until he found my center and pulled me into a climax as I jerked against him, riding it out until I thought I was coming back to life.
I could feel a dampness between my legs as he pulled himself away from me, all while panting. His chin shone with my pleasure as I noticed his cock straining against his boxers and his hand below his waistband, stroking himself while his mouth was forced to me.
Before I could speak, he ripped them off and laid down on his back, taking my hips in his hands and assisting me atop his chin. I lowered my mouth to his throbbing mass, taking him between my lips as his groans vibrated against my center. My tongue slid around his tip as I dove deeper, our mouths simultaneously stimulating us into orgasm. The chill of his skin was like a shock through my body, his tongue cool and thirsty, sending wave after wave of heat through my core.
Then he grabbed me by the hips as he popped out of my mouth. Crying out, I rolled beside him, digging my nails into the sheets below. His eyes were rife with lust as he pulled me atop him again, his tip grazing my center and making me scream. My body quivered from the craving between my legs and the storm setting in my core that desired more. I felt the soft mattress sink with our weight as I dipped my fingers between my legs and parted myself to receive him.
