Liesel
I’m going to end up hurting Langston worse now. If he can’t hate me for what I’ve done, then he’s never going to hate me. In fact, there’s a chance he loves me. That would be the thing that ends up killing him.
“Show me how much you hate me,” I say.
“I hate you so much.”
He grabs my thighs and lifts me up until my legs are around his waist as he kisses my lips again, stealing my breath, my pain, my fear. He consumes everything as his tongue bursts between my lips, commanding everything. My hands grip his head as he carries me toward a stone wall with hieroglyphics on the side.
“I hate you so much that I want to fuck you until your body realizes my cock is the only cock for you.”
His eyes sear into mine, and I know he’s serious, just not about the hate you part. He’s saying one thing, but it’s almost as if the way he says hate he means love.
My ass hits the top of the broken wall as he moves between my legs. I’ve never wanted or needed him more than I do right now. I need him to heal the chasm between us. I need to know that all the pain we endured and are going to endure is worth it.
His hand slides up my stomach underneath my shirt until he finds the point o
f a nipple. He squeezes, sending delicious currents through my body, familiar wetness spreading between my legs at the single touch. He knows my body better than I know it myself.
“I hate you more than I hate my father,” he says.
I love you more than I hate my father.
I grab his shirt, lifting it off his body and throwing it down onto the sand. He frantically does the same with my tank top. He looks over my naked top half before he leans down and takes one of my nipples in his mouth, biting down hard enough to punish me for letting other men look at my body, touch my body.
“I hate you more than I hated Waylon,” I say.
I love you more than I hated Waylon.
He growls at my words and kisses hungrily down my stomach as he undoes my shorts.
My hands find the front of his pants, and I start undoing them. I shove them down hard at the same time he rips my shorts from my body.
“I hate you more than I hate Corbin for touching you,” he says.
I love you more than I hate Corbin for touching you.
And then he storms inside me in one long thrust, claiming every inch of my pussy. He doesn’t stop to sheath himself with a condom. He doesn’t stop to see if I’m ready. He just claims me.
“Killer!” I scream for the whole world to hear. A single word claims him as mine, just like he did me with his thrust.
In our world, getting married isn’t enough. Loving someone isn’t enough. The only way to keep someone is to do it over and over and over.
He fucks me like an animal. I claw at him like a raven ripping apart its food.
Every thrust inside me is deep, all the way to my cervix. He relentlessly pounds into me, and I want it all.
Every time I fuck Langston, I think it could be the last, and this time is no different. I desperately cling to every moment for as long as I can.
We fuck frantically like we are running out of time to be together. We are. We could have seconds, minutes, days, weeks, years. Our time together is ending, just as it’s finally beginning.
I try to hold off my orgasm, not ready for this time to end, but I can’t.
“Langston!” I yell as I come undone. I lose all of my senses as the universe shatters around me.
I don’t know if Langston comes or not until I come back down to earth. I smile at his grin and feel his cum dripping down my thigh.
I shiver, and he cradles me in his arms as we sink to the sand, both of us still naked as we lean into each other’s arms against the ancient stones.