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Fucking herself on my cock, so lost she closes her eyes and throws her head back.
I marvel at the sight. Her breasts bouncing. Her hips crashing down. Her thighs astride me. Pleasure rolls through her and she screams out when it becomes too much. I bring our joined hands to my lips and kiss her bruised, bloodied knuckles.
It feels right in the moment as I witness her coming undone on my dick. Some kind of dark pledge we’re one. I can feel her orgasm as it ripples through her and her pussy pulsates.
I flip her over, laying her down in the same motion I reenter her. Delphine moans, her eyes still closed, and draws her knees up to her chest. She’s offering herself up to me. Letting me pour my aggression into the last moments before I join her.
My thrusts turn erratic and forceful. The beast finally free.
I pump into her, picking up the pace. Sweat slicks my skin and the muscles in my body cord and twitch. Under me she keens, half pleasured, half exhausted. I’m unleashing the extent of my urges on her.
I fuck Delphine until I wear her out. Until the last ounce of my stamina is gone and the wet heat of her pussy finally wins. I grab her face and make her look me in the eye, my cock buried to the hilt, and then I come.
We spend a while unable to move. The Christmas lights outside my bedroom window twinkle. Sirens and car doors slamming shut sound louder in the absence of my headboard banging against the wall.
Delphine regains enough strength to roll over and snuggle closer. Being who she is she wants to cuddle. I let her. The only woman I’d ever do it with.
“That was... amazing,” she purrs. She rests her chin on my chest and peers at me with those pretty brown eyes of hers. “Tonight feels like a dark honeymoon.”
I raise a brow. “Adark honeymoon?”
“Some kind of twisted version of it. We were celebrating a union.”
“A fucked up union... where we took a life.”
“That’s why I said dark. But he deserved it?”
The way she ends her sentence it’s as though regret threatens to overtake her. I run my fingers over her damp curls, brushing them away from her face.
“Phi, he more than deserved it. Both Azeria and Giorgio. If you ever came after Giorgio again, he wasn’t going to stop. He was going to put a hit out on you. He basically confirmed it himself. And Azeria, he was a wild card. We still don’t know who he worked for. There’s no telling what he was capable of. We got them before they got us.”
She nods, but I’m not so convinced her guilty conscience is gone. Before I can press further, she changes the subject back to our presumeddark honeymoon.
“It’s funny because this is really what I’d imagine it’d be like with you.”
“What?”
“A honeymoon. It’s as close as you’d get.”
I stare at her. “Are you trying to say I’m not marriage material?”
“Isn’t that what you’ve said? Remember when you told me you wouldn’t live past thirty?”
“I’m thirty-three.”
“I’m surprised,” she teases. When she notices the serious expression on my face she leans up and kisses my jaw. “Jon, I’m messing around. You can’t be a grump. It’s Christmas Eve.”
“You say Christmas Eve like that changes anything.”
But really my mind is on what Delphine said—she wasn’t lying. I had once told her I didn’t see myself living long. Even now, I don’t suspect I’ll last more than another year. Lucius will kill me once I exact my revenge.
Death and the morbid idea of dying have always been things I’m more than fine with. I was a boy and at peace about it.
Life is meaningless and I hate almost all people. Revenge has been the only meaning my life has held, but what comes after if I do succeed? What would I do with myself once I made Lucius payifI happened to survive?
It’s been easier imagining myself dying at the end.
No wonder Delphine can’t comprehend me on a honeymoon. She can’t see me as the type of man who would get married, because I’ve never seen myself that way. A guy like me can never fit into her life plan.
