Page 65 of Grotesque
One of his hands grasped the curve of my ass and the other wrapped around the side of my neck. “I can’t help myself,” he breathed. “I don’t want to hurt you, Sorcha, but I have to be inside of you.”
I kissed him so hard our teeth knocked together. My hands worked his belt apart. It should have been physically impossible to want him as badly as I did. Corban was a curse I could not break.
He slid his claws between my thighs, careful not to slice my skin, and cut through the fabric separating me from his vicious touch. I pulled his belt apart and then the button and fly of his trousers.
“What have you done to me?” I moaned as I struggled to pull him out of his pants.
Corban’s sharp teeth flashed in the darkness. He pushed my hands out of the way and lifted his hips. In another motion he pulled me down, sinking me onto the length of his cock in a single, agonizing motion. “Claimed you,” he groaned. “You were always going to be mine and I will never let you go. Never let anyone else have you. Not even for a moment.”
He cupped the back of my neck as my head lolled back and I started rocking my hips against him. Glorious aching pleasure shot through me.
Fucking in a car isn’t the most elegant way to have sex, which worked perfectly for a pair like us, who fucked like animals. He let me set the pace until I sat forward to catch my breath. Then he grabbed hold of my ass, lifting me up slightly and then pumped his hips up to meet me. Over and over again until I was gushing all over his nice black slacks.
“You’re so fucking beautiful coming undone. So. Fucking. Beautiful.” He rammed hard into me, accentuating each word.
I leaned forward, pressing my breasts into his face as I found purchase on the headrest and held on for dear life. He pulled down the front of my dress so that my breasts popped free and then sank those delicious fangs into their soft flesh. He bit me again, and again, until he found my nipple and sucked.
The windows were fogged. Our bodies were slick with sweat. The entire car smelled of sex. It was suffocating. Intoxicating.
He lifted his head at the same moment he pulled me down. He held me over his blood slicked face, his eyes glowing a terrifying red. “I’ll not let him or anyone else live that comes near you again.”
I clenched around his length – that I swear got even harder – as he said those words. How did such evil words unspool me?
The corner of his mouth tugged upward, flashing his fangs again. “Does that turn you on, little dove? I can feel your pussy gripping me, begging me to cum inside of you.” He rubbed his face against mine, smearing the blood from my chest over my mouth and cheeks. His breath fanned against my ear when he said, “I’ll kill for you, Sorcha. Tell me how that makes you feel.”
I shook my head. I couldn’t answer him, not when my body was so desperately trying to lie. Because I couldn’t want that. I didn’t want anyone to die. But every threatening word he said while inside of me wound me tighter, made my pussy grip his cock harder.
“Tell me that doesn’t get you sopping wet,” he hissed. “I can feel you dripping down my balls.”
Corban wrapped an arm around my waist and fucked me. Hard. Fast. He pounded into me viciously, all the while looking up at me with his mouth agape and his eyes alight. The glamour shifted and his skin greyed, his black horns spiraled out of his dark hair, jutting past the headrest.
I let out a guttural moan that brought a lethal smile to his mouth. I ran my hand over his sweat-slicked forehead and intohis mess of black hair. I slammed my hips down as he brought his up. Heat flared inside my core, expanding to every cell of my body.
“You’ll never get me to admit that.” I ground my ass into his pelvis.
Challenge flashed in his eyes, and he snaked a hand around my throat. I don’t know what got into me, but I wasn’t going to let Corban win. Not this time.
I grabbed his chin with my other hand and pulled his mouth farther open. “Tongue out,” I said.
His eyes sparkled before he slid it out. I leaned over him as I gathered the spit on the middle of my tongue and slowly, so slowly let it drop out of my mouth into his. It had barely touched his tongue before he slammed our mouths together, forcing his forked appendage against the flat of mine.
“You’ll never win against me. Not tonight, not ever,” he growled. “But for spitting in my mouth I’ll give you something extra special. Are you ready, Sorcha? I’m going to make you cum so hard you’ll see stars.”
Corban grabbed me by the ass again and fucked me harder. My grip slipped in his hair, and I latched onto one of his horns as he slammed into me at a rate that should have killed me. My mouth opened and what started as wordless cry turned into a mangled scream of pleasure as all sense left me and there was only Corban.
His thick length forced me apart again, and again. Wet squelching filled the silence between our breaths and moans. The heat inside of me exploded, white hot and debilitating as he pushed farther than he should have been able. And just like he promised, I saw stars, burning bright white lights that flooded my vision.
Corban chased me over the edge, slamming into me once more before a torrent of heat poured into me from his cock. I clutchedat him, both of my hands now held fast to his horns as he jerked and spurted inside of me.
I knew he had corrupted me then. Because in that moment, as I looked down on him, with galaxies still in my eyes, I think I loved him.
Grease popped and sputtered, raining tiny burning droplets on my bare hands. I’d thought the smell of bacon would have woken Corban when I could not, but I heard nothing as I pushed the crispy strips around the pan.
At least for me the smell of food always got me up quickly.
He’d stayed with me all night and was still next to me when the sun rose, but had barely moved when I tried to wake him. Just pulled me closer when I’d tried to get out of bed. Not once did his deep, sleep-heavy breaths falter.
I fiddled with the locket I still wore around my neck. Perhaps it had something to do with the curse, and he had expended too much energy too quickly? We had been away from Glamis the majority of the evening, plus he’d teleported us out to the car. I sighed. I didn’t know how we were going to separate him from the manor entirely if this deep sleep was a side effect.
