Page 124 of Haunted Spurs

And I was the one who asked him to.

I can't exactly explain why I did it, or when the wall of my rationality completely crumbled. I just know that the more I get to know Ron Willers, the more I watch him move through the world, the more I am convinced that maybe, good guys do actually exist.

He is real. He is genuine. He is a man who has been through so much, who has lived through abandonment and loneliness, but who, by some absolute miracle, remained pure. He didn't let the pain turn him bitter. He chose the light, he chose to smile, he chose to protect.

And ever since I felt him completely bare inside me, skin against skin, without any barrier between us, it fucked my brain up even more.

My mind isn't here. I just keep hearing, on a feverish, obsessive loop, his deep voice, raspy with lust, whispering to me:

"If we do it without, you'll be mine forever, Selly."

"You are my queen."

"I'm going to fuck you everywhere, constantly."

"I'll never get enough of you..."

A liquid shiver runs through my lower belly. We had never done it so sweetly. When he entered me the first time, on the throne, he looked at me like I was made of glass, like he was crossing the threshold of a sacred place. There was a reverence in his touch that brought tears to my eyes.

And then... Ron let the beast out and started fucking me exactly like the King of Darkness.

I had never done it with anyone in such an animalistic, possessive, primal way.

It was... spectacular. Devastating. But there was also something profoundly different about it.

At a certain point, when the pleasure threatened to make me pass out, he moved his hands. He firmly laced his fingers through mine, palm to palm.

Our eyes met in the dark. He was buried to the hilt inside me, perfectly still for an eternal second, and in that eye contact, there was something unbearable. It wasn't just sex. We were reading each other's souls. He was laying bare everything he felt for me, no filters, no holding back.

And in that exact moment, surrendering to an emotion I had never felt in my life, I asked him to come inside me.

And when he did, I understood what he meant by that line.

If we do it without, you'll be mine forever.

And maybe... I might not be scared of that at all.

Ron stops before crossing the threshold of the living room, pulling my hand gently.

He turns to face me, the echo of the music vibrating in our bones. His blue eyes are dark, still heavy with everything we just did to each other. He caresses my cheek with the back of his hand, a touch so gentle it clashes with the brutality of just a few minutes ago.

"You okay?"

"Never better, new-cowboy."

ELM HOLLOW GAZETTE

Local News, Mild Scandals, and Absolutely Essential Truths

by Francis Grande

(Reporter, theater costume critic, and currently looking for a fan to cool down the newsroom)

🔥 FRONT PAGE: THE SCANDALOUS KISS. WHEN FAMILY GETS... TOO INTIMATE

Dear readers, we asked the producers of Haunted Spurs to give us a show, but no one prepared us for the level of erotic toxicity that hit our screens last night.

Let's talk about the elephant (or rather, the Phantom) in the room: Lucien and Melusine. We knew about the tension, we knew she was adopted, but seeing him physically tether her with a black satin ribbon blew out the power grid in all of Elm Hollow.