When she relaxes, I pull back from the kiss. She keeps her eyes closed as she brings one hand up to her forehead, shaking her head back and forth a little. I run my hands down the front of her blouse, encouraged by the way she presses against me.
Through the thin fabric, I can feel her nipples hardening under my rough palms. I can only stand the torture for a few seconds before I grip the front of her shirt and violently rip it in half. Hyacinth lets out a short, sharp scream that quickly winds down into a moan of pleasure when my mouth finds her nipple.
I collapse against her, one arm wrapped around her waist, pinning her down as I feast on her breasts. I lick and suck on her nipples, squeezing hard with my free hand as I switch back and forth.
Hyacinth moans, writhing under me, thrusting her hips towards me. I move my grip to her hips, sliding down to roughly shove her skirt up to her waist as I bend down and plunge my face into her pussy.
Hyacinth screams, grabbing the back of my head and opening her thighs. Gasping with need, I wrap my lips around her clit and suck, eagerly lapping through the slick folds to find her slit and stick my tongue inside her. I dig my fingers into her thighs to keep her in place as I lap deep into her pussy, waiting for the waves of pleasure to weaken her before I go back to her clit, wrapping my lips around it and stroking hard with my tongue until an orgasm shudders through her.
I come up for air, gasping as I climb up her body. Gripping her shoulders, I rock my hips towards her, feeling the slick heat of her pussy against the head of my cock. Hyacinth is still shaking under me from her orgasm when I reach down and thrust my cock into her.
She screams again, her hands linking behind my back and wrapping her legs around me. She leans her head back, opening her hips so I slide all the way inside, as deep as I can possibly be.
For a moment, all I can do is rest my forehead against her chest, feeling her body opening to mine as we become enmeshed in each other. Her pussy throbs, tightening around my cock, and I rock my hips forward, making her cry out.
I raise my head, looking into her beautiful eyes before leaning down to kiss her. She tightens her grip on me, thrusting her hips against me.
She breaks off the kiss, putting her cheek against mine. Through her rough panting, I hear the faintest whisper.
“Fuck me,” she gasps, holding on to me as tightly as she can.
I bury my head in her shoulder and reach down around her waist, grabbing her ass and squeezing the cheeks hard as I thrust forward, pinning her to the floor as my cock drives into her as deep as it can possibly go.
Hyacinth writhes, her pussy spasming as her movements stroke up and down my hard shaft. I stay still, barely doing anything at all as she works herself up to an orgasm, gasping and thrashing under me as pleasure crashes through her.
She goes limp under me, her hands loosely gripping my shoulders and her knees falling away from my waist. I grab her ass even harder and start to thrust, feeling my cock get harderon every stroke. Hyacinth cries out, trying to cling to me as I increase my pace, ramming her into the floor. A groan rips out through my teeth as pleasure floods down my spine, and I pull back to look into her face. Her beautiful eyes are closed, and her mouth is twisted into a little pout. I stroke her cheek gently, leaning down for just one tender kiss.
Then I grip her shoulders and start to thrust hard and fast, letting my body take over as my cock swells inside her, filling every inch of her until my pleasure peaks. My release pours through me, a thundering shock that steals my breath and wrings the strength out of my limbs.
When it’s over, I wrap my arms loosely around Hyacinth, rolling onto my side to cradle her gently against my chest as I wait for sanity to return to us both.
Chapter 18 - Hyacinth
Wrapped against Shane’s sweaty, heaving chest, I let my mind drift. It’s a relief to be all sensation and no thought. I’m in no rush to return to reality.
The image of Shane collapsing on the floor flickers in my mind, and my chest tightens with fear.
Even after all my bravado this morning, when I saw him looking so sick, my heart went out to him. Then he collapsed.
I have no idea what came over me, only that I knew, beyond a doubt, that I was about to watch him die. The kiss was pure instinct, though every rational thought told me it couldn’t possibly work.
Maybe it was just an excuse, because I wanted to kiss him before he went away forever.
Even though part of me would like to believe that, I have to admit it isn’t true.
I felt magic in me—magic that was begging for him.
Now, we’re one.
Shane moves next to me, and reality threatens the edge of my thoughts. The never-ending machine of tasks. The constant, juggling nightmare of “next” that has recently come to include sickness and death, along with the inconveniences of an ordinary day.
I’m not ready to go yet.
I grip Shane’s shirt with both hands and wriggle upwards, finding his lips. He kisses me back gently, and I press myself against him, trying to get my legs around him.
“Hyacinth,” he says. “We should—”
“Shut up,” I growl, opening his lips with mine and slipping my tongue into his mouth. Tightening my grip on his shirt, I press my body against his, thrusting my hips against him. He runs his hands gently down my arms, holding on to my shoulders as if he’s about to stop me.
