Page 99 of My Dark Ever After
We were alone at last.
“Guinevere,” I said to fill the silence, strangely unsure of myself and where we stood. “I am sorry—”
“No,” she said, pressing her entire palm over my mouth to stop me from speaking. “No, tonight neither of us is sorry for anything.”
She pushed out of her chair to climb into my lap, straddling my hips, hands digging into the sides of my hair so she could tip my head back to hold her intense gaze.
“Tonight, I want to fuck the manandthe monster,” she whispered against my lips. “I want the devil’s hand on me, sending me straight to heaven.”
“Why, Guinevere,” I growled, nipping at her pouting lower lip as arousal burned away the edges of my fatigue. “That is blasphemous talk.”
“Yes,” she agreed, sliding her tongue over my upper lip. “I’ve discovered I like to sin when it’s done with you.”
Her mouth closed over mine, ending the conversation with an assertive kiss that demanded I cave to her impulses.
I was more than happy to.
After believing I would never have her like this again and then knowing she was in enemy hands, perhaps never to be seen again, kissing her seemed like the only possible thing to do. I could worry about the Venetian, the Pietras, Guinevere’s parents asleep in my family house just meters from where we sat, and the emotional aftermath of having her in my arms one last time tomorrow.
For now, there was only this.
This sprite of a creature made of earth and firelight writhing in my lap and taking her pleasure from me like it was owed to her.
I growled as she rubbed herself over my erection, back and forth in a sinuous rhythm that made my brain fizz between my ears.
“I want you to fuck me right here,” she said. “I want to take you inside me in the very place you feel like your worst self, knowing that I can handle it.”
The fierce words broke the leash on my control, and I surged forward, consuming her mouth with mine, pushing the hoodie off her shoulders before lifting the hem of her silk gown up to her hips so Icould cup her pussy in one palm. She was not wearing underwear, so the heat and damp of her arousal pressed intimately into my skin.
“You came out here wanting this,” I noted in a rough rasp.
Her head tipped back between her shoulders, exposing the pale column of her neck to my teeth and tongue.
“Yes,” she said with a little shiver, hands dropping to my waistband to deftly undo the belt, the button, the zipper so she could pull my rigid cock out into her hot fingers. Without hesitation, she curled her hand around my shaft and slotted me against her wet opening. “Scopami forte, Raffa.”
Fuck me hard.
“Anything you wish.” I reminded her of the promise I had made as I thrust forward, seating myself inside her velvet pussy.
She convulsed at the fullness, a moan unspooling from her open pink mouth.
When I pulled out slowly, she groaned in protest, winding her arms and legs around me like vines.
“Fuck me, please,” she said, an edge of true desperation in her words. “I want to feel you for days like this.”
Because you mean to leave me,I thought as something twisted brutally in my chest. I shot the thought dead, determined to enjoy this moment, this glorious shooting star of a woman, while I could.
So I fucked her.
Rabidly, ferally, like an animal that had been touch starved and alone too long.
The sounds of our coupling echoed through the barn, the wet slap of my balls against her ass, the wooden creak of the table as it shuddered under my driving hips, the high whine of Guinevere’s pleasured groans and gasps, and the rough huff of my breath as I fought to control the orgasm already nipping at my heels.
One of my bloodstained hands found her swanlike neck, the red stark against her paleness, smearing pink into the skin and the lace of her once-pristine white nightgown.
“Dirtying you up,” I grunted as I clasped her ass tight in my other hand, canting her hips to take me even deeper. “Love seeing all this innocence lost to me.”
Something flashed in her dark eyes as she reared up to nip hard at my lower lip, leaving a rent in the skin that beaded blood. With a lash of her tongue, she licked it clean, blood on her lips as she grinned at me, her cunt rippling around me as if she was aroused by the violent act.
