Page 107 of Retribution
“I guess we’re catching up for lost time,” she says, her hips finding their rhythm.
“Mmmm.Topolina. All time with you or our daughter is the best time,” I purr. “You’re my favorite parts of my day.”
“I….ahh,” she gasps, beginning to lose her track of thought.
Fucking beautiful.
“What was that?” I tease her, my hand moving up her outer thigh as I gaze up at her. I’m heading toward her clit to help her come when I feel odd scarring on her skin. “Isolde?”
“I don’t want to talk about that,” she snaps.
Pushing her to the side, I follow her over so we’re facing each other. It’s more intimate, and I move her outer leg over my thigh so I can thrust into her pussy. Her eyes grow hazy with desire while I explore her skin and I discover that they must be old scars.
“Don’t talk about it, but I know what causes these,” I growl, my other hand grabbing hold of her hair as I kiss her fiercely. “Your past may be yours but your present and future are mine. There’s nothing you could do to disappoint me. Want to know why?”
My dick is stroking her deep inside, and I can tell she’s having a hard time following the conversation. This can’t wait though. I’m pretty easy going, but this is important.
“Why?” she gasps, her heel digging into my back as she fucks me back.
That’s my gorgeous girl. Fight to come.
“Your line between what you consider good and evil is solid,” I say. “No one can shift, change, or manipulate you. We all kill for specific reasons: yours are a silent scream for anyone who doesn’t have a voice.”
Her sob almost takes me by surprise, and I roll myself so that I’m on top of her. My hand grabs her wrists and I cage them over her head.
“I fucking see you,” I rasp, cupping her cheek.
“I need to stop thinking you’ll all leave me if you see too much,” she says, tears running down her face.
If this was any other time, I’d pull out and hold her, but she writhes in pain as I consider it. This heat is a demon, and doesn’t fucking care about our conversation. Most omegas wouldn’t be able to string together words that make sense.
Isolde is built differently, her strength forged in the fires of hell itself.
“I’m about to fuck and bite you,” I say, angry that she’d think that. “Leaving isn’t an option for any of us. I’m keeping you forever.”
“Like Casper the ghost?” she asks randomly.
I think she’s officially loopy, but I understand the movie reference.
“If following you into the afterlife is what I have to do, then yes,” I say, kissing her as I drag my cock slowly and steadily inside of her, feeling the walls of her slick pussy begin to flutter.
Isolde moans as I pin her wrists to the pillows above her head, and both her legs wrap around my waist.
“I love you,” I growl. I need her to know that I mean it, and my hand in her hair moves around her throat. Caressing but not squeezing as my hips continue to thrust.
It gets her attention though, and her pupils begin to get larger.
“I love you too,” she whispers. “I want…”
“Anything,” I snarl. “Tell me.”
“Close your hand around my throat,” she whispers. “I want to know what it feels like to come while you play god with my breathing.”
“Gladly,” I smirk, all while knowing how fucking careful I need to be. “Kick my ass if you need to breathe,topolina.”
Since her heels are digging into my ass now, this shouldn’t be an issue.
Kissing her, I squeeze the column of her throat, getting up on a knee to fuck her into the mattress. I might look like I hate her, but every movement screams how much I love and cherish her.
