"Let me ride you," I moaned.
"Your wish is my command."
He leaned back against the concrete. I knelt against his rock hard chest, tracing my fingers around every scar and tattoo. “Did you do these yourself?” I asked him.
He nodded. “My brother had a lot of downtime,” he said. “You like them?”
They reminded me of the aboriginal warriors I had read about in one of my mother’s books. I loved them. “They’re pretty hot,” I admitted.
I felt his length brush against my pussy, and I opened for him once more. I spread my legs around him and moaned as I fell into his control once more. I rocked back onto his cock and pulled down on his shoulders, enveloping his cock.
"Come on it. Get that cock nice and wet."
He curled his fingers around my waist and let me do the dirty work. He eased his control and leaned his head back, grunting with delight. My entire body felt hot, and my pussy started to buzz. I was electrified and lost in the rhythm of our covetousness.
I whimpered and collapsed. The pleasure grew, sweeping over my body until I felt like I couldn't take it anymore.
"Oh, Lucian, you're murdering that pussy."
"Fucking come," he growled and bucked upward.
I was stuck in the calm before the storm. All of his inches pumped me, boring through the dewy nectar hidden inside of me. He opened me like a honey pot and broke my understanding of what it meant to feel.
Through my darkness, I found a light and it shook me. It radiated through my pussy, the warmth melting into pure ecstasy. It ran through my heart, devouring my soul, causing me to fall and shake against him. My ankles locked as deep tremors shook through my thighs. And when I closed my eyes, I realized that I was floating again. But this time, something was different. There was no way I was ever letting this go.
Our bond was complete. We would last until the end of time. We were survivors.
Say it with me now. Breathe.
"Come," I whimpered. "Fill me."
I felt him expand inside of me, and I wasn't coming down. I breathed the same breath as him, feeling his heavy heart pound against my ear. As my palms lay flat against his sternum, his tough mounds of muscle tightened. "You are my one temptation. Always and forever."
His seed coated my insides, spraying deep within me. I felt every muscle spasm, taking it deeper into me. He made sure that this time would be permanent. His hands pulled and held my shoulders down. He put a baby inside of me.
As the sun set above our heads, we lay on the shattered concrete, laughing. He held me, and it felt like nothing could break the love we owned.
Nothing would ever be the same again, but that was okay. Change was good. We would have never come together if we didn't wish the pain away. We were growing.
He carried me to the front of the building and found us a small room to sleep in. It wasn't a five star hotel, but it was something to be grateful for. Life was in front of us, and the possibilities were endless.
I was going to fight through this with someone who understood me—with someone who would protect me as I promised to give birth to our new world. The process was beautiful. It was holy. It was the one thing we could count on.
He wasn't going to take me for granted. He was going to give me everything.
Lucian
This was the end of the old world.
We stood before it, looked it in the eye, and knew that every bit of our past stood within the cement of that building. This place wasn't what she thought it was. It wasn't the path to a new beginning. It was my only way out.
We both had things we were searching for. People we were trying to bring back from the dead. We wanted to change the past and right the wrongs of our fathers. We wanted to walk outside and hold our heads high as the golden rays of the sun blessed us for a new tomorrow.
But I wasn't naive. That wasn't how change came around in this world. Real change came only through extreme persistence. Usually when the other side was too damaged to keep fighting. Usually when enough people died.
They were still out there. My father and my brother were the two sons of bitches that threatened the one good thing I had found. The fight was looming in the distance. I could feel death's eyes watching over my shoulder, waiting for me to slip up. The war raged on.
This building was the end that started everything. The place of my coronation. Onyx Laboratories. My cross, my shame.