1. A la Mode a la Mort
Everything about them like this was wrong. Wrong and dirty and sinful and so damn sexy. Shilo could feel his hands and his body everywhere and the sensations were so primal and intense. She'd admit in a heartbeat, he was older. Old enough to be her dad. But she didn't care. When they were like this, nothing mattered but him. When they were together, she was his and he was hers.
He held both her hands in one of his, pinning them to the mausoleum wall over her head. With hard relentless thrusts he pounded into her over and over again lost in the feeling of everything he was doing to her. He arched his back and whispered in her ear dragging his black stained lips over the back of it.
"Harder?"
She whimpered her affirmation. She would agree to anything when she was in this state. Anything to keep him from stopping. Anything to make him stay.
He did just this, even though she didn't know how it was possible and with the final moments before bliss swallowed them whole, he asked her one more question.
"Marry me?"
A/N: Song by Angelspit