Page 303 of Coal Hearts

I felt the sick mutation as I became someone I didn’t recognise.

No way out.

No way free.

So...I had to find my own freedom.

Peter was right.

The trick to existing in this place was embracing the very thing used to shackle us.

Sex.

Sex was for them.

Sex was theirs, and we were the vessels to take it.

But what if I made it mine?

The moment the thought unfurled, the darkness stopped wisping and pounced. It clouded my head, clotted my heart, and my body decided it’d had enough of being taken and took instead.

A vicious, vanquishing orgasm sliced deep, deep inside me.

Pleasured by Henri’s rampant fucking, stabbed again and again by his conquering cock, I gave in to heat and fire and magic.

And when that magic burst, I let loose all the agony inside me.

I came.

I came hard.

I came from my G-spot—a mythical place but now fully real.

The power of it awakened and corrupted me.

The clenches felt fiercer, deeper, stronger than any other; I lost myself to pinwheels and light sparks.

I’d never come this way before.

Never felt my body gush or grasp so greedily for harder, faster, more, more, more.

In one ripple, I was addicted.

I clamped down on his invasion and demanded he give me everything.

And from behind me came the most animalistic roar.

Henri had no choice but to give in to me.

I ruled him.

Commanded him.

I made him break.

He came.

As he spurted rhythmically and ruthlessly inside me, I finally knew how I would survive.