The Life: Sacrifice (The Life 3)

It was coming back to the castle, where things got hairy. She was in the mood to get close, and I, having promised myself not to use her again, didn’t know how to ease out of it without hurting her feelings. It was there in her eyes that if I rejected her again, came up with one more excuse; it would break her.

I had another battle with myself as I weighed the pros and cons of giving into her. She didn’t know what I did, that after tomorrow she wouldn’t be in my life. That I planned to send her away because I was too selfish to let her stay in the only home she’s ever known because it was too close, and I can’t bear the thought of her being that close and not being able to see her, to have her…

The monster had made all those plans behind her back. The monster had planned out her life without her knowing, claiming that it was all for her while knowing that he was doing it mostly for himself because he’s a coward. So, what did this coward do? Take a wild guess.

Because I couldn’t stand to see that look on her face, couldn’t bear to walk away for the last time, leaving her feeling unwanted rejected, I opened my arms when she turned to me and took her in. Her gown and jewelry had already been returned, and the dress she wore now came apart easily in my hands as I tore in my haste to get to her flesh.

Her skin was warm and soft beneath my hands, and when she pushed my shirt aside and laid her head on my chest over my heart, I almost gave in. I had to close my eyes and concentrate to calm the wild beating of my heart and the racing of my pulse. What is she doing to me?

She touched me as if she knew that this would be the last time. There were tears in her eyes I saw when I finally laid her across the bed before coming down to rest between her thighs. I looked down at her for much longer than necessary, trying to read her tear-filled eyes before making my way down her body to give her my mouth.

Her taste rushed through me, bringing me close to tears. Her fingers in my hair pulling me closer to her heat, the way her hips moved as I shoved my tongue deeper and deeper still, the way she filled my mouth with her essence, I took it all in, stashing it away for some later date when missing her became too much.

My cock throbbed with anticipation when her small hand wrapped around my heat, the precum freely escaping to coat her palm. I surged into her hand as she massaged me with care, her eyes following the movement as I fucked her hand, gritting my teeth against the need to slam into her and slate the lust she’d awakened in me.

By the time I slipped into her, we were both on the brink. Maybe it was knowing that this would be the last time that made it so potent, but it was the best we’d ever shared. My every sense was heightened; her every move, every sound she made, all of it, was imprinted on my heart.

I covered her mouth to hide her screams of pleasure, stopping them from carrying in the four-hundred-year-old house. Outside, a nightingale sang as we moved together on silk sheets that seemed to enhance our lovemaking as we slipped and slid together. Each move took me deeper into her depths, even before she grabbed my ass and pulled me into her harder.

Our lips stayed fused together, and I took her screams and moans into me, fueling the need that refused to abate inside of me. I went from not wanting to take any more from her to doing my best to leave an impression. I used my cock to mark her where my teeth didn’t. Each thrust carried a silent message, or was it a cry for help?

I felt desperate as her sex clung to me with each slide in and out of her. I sucked the tears from the corners of her eyes and whispered words of praise in her ear. Each time I came close, telling myself to pull out to protect her, but still not wanting to leave her, not yet, just one more stroke.

I fucked, she moaned, and the dance started over from the beginning again and again until I was emptying myself inside her. We stayed there all night. I lost count of how many times I had her, how many times I buried myself deep until I emptied my balls. The last time was just before the sun came up and the house began to stir.