Page 47 of Autumn Ritual

“Get ready to take my cum, angel.” The harsh note of his voice was more animal than human. “I’m going to fucking fill this tight cunt.”

I screamed as he tugged on my clit. “Yes, yes!”

Grabbing the belt, he pulled me flush against his body. I choked out a broken moan. Two quick strokes, and the monster slammed deep inside. The devil threw back his head and roared into the night.

I ground myself against him, unable to breathe, not caring that there wasn’t any air. Pleasure consumed me. It pushed me off the intangible ledge, and I orgasmed around his throbbing cock.

Pushing me back against the altar, the monster collapsed on top of me. His fingers yanked on the strap, and the leather loosened.

“Breathe, angel, just breathe for me.”

I moaned, still clenching around him.

“Do you feel that? You’re so fucking full.” He pushed forward, locking our bodies together.

I nodded, blinking up at the glittering sea of stars. There were probably more up there since my vision was spotty from the lack of air. But it was really beautiful.

He reached between our bodies as he pulled back. Hot liquid seeped from me, but he caught it, shoving it back into my pussy, before bringing his stained fingers up between us.

It was madness, most likely insanity caused by loss of oxygen, but I snatched his wrist and brought his fingers to my mouth.

“That’s it, beautiful,” he growled approvingly. “Clean them. Clean every last fucking drop.”

I did.

And then my tongue slid lower, swiping over the matching gouge on his palm. I licked the dried tears of blood and gently laved over the still weeping cut until he pushed his hand back through my hair, cradling my skull ever so gently.

“You did so well,” he murmured, lifting the mask a fraction to kiss my chest.

Dragging a full breath into my lungs, I choked out, “I’m falling.”

“I’ve got you.”

I shook my head and grasped his face, pulling that grotesque mask toward me. “I’m falling…for you.”

His body stilled. “Angel.”

That word sounded pained.

Curling up, I placed a kiss on the devil’s unsmiling lips. “I’m yours.”

“Mine,” he repeated, as if trying to convince himself.

Running my fingers along his skull, I clasped them behind his neck. “Come to bed with me. Stay with me, monster. Stay and sleep.”

He paused, breathing hard, as he considered my words. “As you wish, my angel.”

The fiendish savagery was gone as he scooped me into his arms and carried me like a priceless treasure back into the house. This was real, the man tucking me into bed and scooting under the covers to curl his body around mine. It was the best story I had ever written.

Chapter 17 – Sara

Isipped the ginger tea and slowed the car as the turnoff approached. The queasy feeling didn’t go away, but I hadn’t let it interfere with my writing, and I certainly wasn’t going to let a little thing like a stomach bug stop me from making a trip to Don Ravello’s house. Halloween was next weekend, and I was behind on my word count goal.

I needed to see him.

Work kept Cam away. Which was good! Earlier in the week, I hadn’t wanted the enforcer to catch the bug I had.

Turned out, he couldn’t.