And he’s got nothing left to give.
“Fuck, you’re heavy,” he says, panting as he rests my back on the lower half of the wall, pale blue eyes, glassy almost, as he takes me in.
“Asshole,” I say softly, in retaliation. His cock is still sheathed inside me and twitches as he stares deep into my eyes.
We slide further as he falls, slipping.
Blood everywhere.
“Dante?” He doesn’t respond, so I wriggle to get free. “You need to get off me. Fuck, D.
He doesn’t move, only his eyes as they flutter closed, breathing less and less as he puts all his weight on me.
“You’re the fucking heavy one,” I glare at him as I try to push him off. I manage to roll him off onto his back. There’s blood and cum everywhere. All over him and all over me.
It looks like a massacre.
“Dante? What the fuck?” I slap his cheek, hot sex all but fucking forgotten.
“I’m going to need you to stop the bleeding,” he murmurs, passing the fuck out. “I think you nicked a vein.”