Page 379 of Coal Hearts

I froze.

I died.

I waited for him to realise his mistake and stop...

Only this time—

He didn’t.

Plastering me to the wall, he fucked me.

And while his body violently claimed mine, his tongue speared into my mouth.

Trapped against his powerful bulk I had nowhere to go, nowhere to flee.

He kissed me.

Kissed me.

Damn, did he kiss me.

His tongue hunted mine. His dark taste full of rain and lightning.

His primal growl detonated every piece of cellotape holding my cardboard fortress together.

Not just a kiss.

A reckoning.

A plundering.

A takeover.

His hands pawed at my body, setting fire to every cell. His touch brutal and unkind. His fingers decorating me with pain and ownership.

Every thrust, he grunted.

Every plunge, he shuddered.

He kissed me as if I was his only reason for existing.

And I had no choice.

None whatsoever.

He stole a kiss, but he gave me his soul.

And an exchange happened right there against the wall.

A forlorn heart for a lonely heart.

A forsaken life for a forbidden life.

And I broke.

I slung my arms around his shoulders.

I opened my legs wider.