Chapter 38: Devils“You are so going to miss this when I’m gone.”
Her words hurt, though nothing could have made me admit so. We were so good, Persephone a hiding our emotions from each other. In her own way, however, she was ho unlike anyone else I’d ever been with. What she said in passing was as sidered aed as anything she spoke directly, but this didn’t make it arue: she knew how I felt about her, and she was tellihat this thing we had--our impossible ing together, these violent passionate meetings--would not endure. Instead, I smirked as I y ba the bed, naked and with arms crossed behind my head. I snorted dismissively. een years old aainly not i, I remained so very, very stupid. In every way that really mattered, she was so far beyohat it’s painful to try and remember.
A radio murmured in the background. With a rustle and a whisper her dress slipped to the floor and pooled at her feet. A small step and she discarded the night’s e and stood at the foot of the bed, her athletic body resple in dark lingerie. A small mp in a far er shed a faint light across the room and caught her in hazy silhouette--as she moved forward it was as if Persephoached from the shadows. Her smile was catlike as she snaked up the bed: cold, hungry; and her eyes glittered darkly. The cy things she wore were inky bck, her skin the palest ivory; scars stood out in sharp trast; I’d never seen a more beautiful woman.
She took me in her mouth and I ran my fihrough her short bck hair. My grip tightened aeeth touched skin and I rexed and her muffled ugh danced over my cobsp; After I came, I returhe favour until my tongue ached and she thrashed and bucked over me. I pulled her down to the bed and my hands found hers and pihem back over her head. She struggled and freed her arms and violently flipped me over; I forced myself on top again and thrust forward aered her. Our lovemaking was aggressive but somehow more sensual than anything I’d known before or sinbsp; Her fingers cwed at my back; she bit and cursed me and her eyes fshed with anger and desire and her legs locked behind me and crushed me close. I had never been that close to anyone before. I had never known another person’s body so intimately. My kisses tasted the salt along her cheek and breast and blood at the edge of her mouth.
My own release went unheard beh the sound of her climax: a wail somewhere between a sob and a howl, a cry of ecstatic abando and rage. Persephone alushed me away after asm, immediately and violently. There was a raw hoy that flooded through her in the instant aftermath, and that precious, vulnerable moment she was unwilling or uo share. This oime--this only time--she held me near. Her arms and legs stayed locked about me and I remained inside of her even as I slowly shrunk. She g to me with desperation.
“Not yet,” she said, the words catg ihroat. The sweat between our bodies was slibsp; My haly stroked along her smooth leg, pyed along the top of her stog, traced the line of a suspender aly pulled her away until she groaned softly and my softening cock slipped free. I rested my hand, palm ft, against her pussy ahe heat there. With my other arm I cradled her to me once again, holding her by the back of her ned massaging the tight, knotted muscles there. The fingers of her hand spyed ay chest, over my heart.
I opened my mouth to speak. I’ll never know what I meant to say. It wouldn’t have made a differenbsp; “Don’t,” she cried, and swallowed my words with a kiss. Her kiss was almost brutal at first, fierd hungry but then turned soft and lingering. When she pulled away her eyes were wet with tears.
“I love you,” she said, the only time she ever did.
The radio pyed Devils: Harry Longman’s song. As the haunting strains swept over us, we desded into our love once again, and for the st time.
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