Nightfall (Devil's Night 4)

We dove in, ran down the narrow hallways, and up another set of stairs, entering the nave of the main church. I led Will up to the gallery and hurried to the windowsill, prying up the piece of wood I’d nailed down years ago, picking out that old key with the thurible key chain.

“What is this?” Will asked, looking around for any sign of witnesses.

But I didn’t answer him. I led him through the door, up the concrete stairs, and slipped the key in, opening the door to The Carfax Room.

I quickly looked around, inhaling the musty scent of rain and wood.

Dark, no sign of life, and the bed was still there. I didn’t care about anything else.

Throwing the door closed, I dropped the key and wrapped my arms around Will, nibbling and sucking too fast, because I was too hungry.

“I love you,” I panted, unbuttoning my jeans and pushing them down my legs.

He pulled off my shirt, my glasses dropping to the floor with it. “You better.”

Not leaving his mouth, I stripped off my underwear and bra, completely naked as I pulled the rubber band out of my hair and he lifted me into his arms again.

I wrapped myself around him, my cold hair draping across my back as he walked us to the bed.

“Hurry,” I begged.

I throbbed. I wanted him in me.

He let me fall to the bed, tore off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and stripped off the rest of his clothes, his tight abs and black tattoos making my thighs rub together with need.

Mine.

He climbed onto the bed, coming down on top of me, and I just spread my legs as he reached between us, fit inside me and thrust, sheathing his cock. No more waiting.

Ah,” I moaned, arching my back.

“Don’t sleep tonight,” he gasped, pumping his hips and hovering over my mouth. “Don’t break this. Don’t break the spell.”

I rolled into him, heat pooling in my belly as I devoured his shoulder, his neck, and his mouth, unable to get enough.

“I loved you last night,” I told him. “And I loved you this morning. I’ll still be here. I’ll still be me tomorrow and every day after.”

He lifted up, not breaking pace in the least as he stared down between us, watching himself enter me.

“I’m sorry about everything,” I said.

“Me, too, baby.” He kissed me. “I should’ve stayed. I’m sorry I walked away. I’m sorry I left you that day in the hallway at school.”

He hit me deep inside, and my eyes started to roll into the back of my head.

“You and me against the world,” he whispered, picking up speed and going harder.

“Always,” I said.

And I held on as he slipped inside of me again and again, thrusting between my legs, both of us lost for the rest of the night in the warmth and frenzy of finally being together.

Emory

Present

Hours later, a ringing pierced the air, and I cracked open my eyelids, wincing at the light streaming through the windows.

“Hello?” I heard Will answer.