Page 34 of Morena
She pulled the hook from my shoulder, tearing a groan from my chest as she released me. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. She smeared the bloodied metal across her breasts before she brought it to her mouth and licked it clean. Then she swung it behind her, teasing herself until I could see in the mirror how she guided it lower, circling her rim before pressing inside.
Her eyes rolled back as she bit her lip.
I pulled her closer, my lips at her neck. Her skin was warming beneath me, bronze color returning as if she were coming back to life. I could feel her breath against my cheek.
“Ya eres mía, Morena,”2 I said, thrusting into her harder.
She was tight, needing me more than before, her body clenching around me with every moan.
I groaned with her as she raked her claws down my neck and shoulder, her thighs shaking, her body arching. I didn’t stop, even as much as I wanted to come. My cock twitched, swelling harder until I finally came, pulsing inside her.
Her head fell to my neck, lips brushing kisses against my skin. She reached back, pulled the hook from her ass, then guided usboth to the wall. She pressed her hands to my cheeks, staring into me while I was still buried inside her.
A single tear traced her face, but no water fell, only blood.
“Why did it have to be you?” she asked.
I brushed the bloody tear away. “Sometimes the ones we want most are the ones killing us the most.”
“Then let me go,” she whispered.
I shook my head. “Not letting you go.”
She pressed her lips together. Another tear slipped down her cheek, and she pushed her thumbs into my eyes, holding me for one last look before digging her claws into them.
I screamed, but she screamed with me.
She took my eyes so I couldn’t see anymore. But I would do it all over again, because she was the last face I saw, the last thing I would remember.
Then I felt her collapse against me, sobbing, whispering, “I remember, Matteo,” before breaking into a scream. “I remember how I died.”
Her cries tore through the room. I couldn’t move, couldn’t hold her. The chains still kept me in place.
“I know who killed me,” she whispered. “I remember now.”
She screamed again, came closer, her hand sliding down my chest. Heat flared inside me, burning like she was pulling my heart out. Then she pressed her lips to my ruined eyes, and suddenly I could see again.
“When you broke the urn, our souls connected,” she said. “I saw your life in my dreams, and you saw mine. But I forgot who I was until I found you.”
Her teeth bared, her face streaked in blood, her skin paling. “And now I know why I became what I am,” she cried, voice shaking the walls.
She stepped closer and drove her claws into my chest. Blood poured hot and fresh, my body weakening, breath breaking.
“You can’t be saved, Matteo,” she said. “You will watch yourself die, the same way you watched her die.”
I said nothing. She was right. I deserved it. But still, some part of me had believed she might stay. Instead, she turned, walking away, leaving me to die alone. My worst fear.
And then she disappeared, while I watched each drop of blood spatter against the floor. All I could think about was her. Only her.
“Morena,” I shouted, louder, then weaker. “Morena.”
But this time she didn’t come. This time, she had no reason to haunt.
1. Could be
2. You are mine, Morena.
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