My hands ran down the soft smooth skin of her hips and back. My name fell from her lips along with swear words and whispers of wanting more.
"Frank..." She whimpered.
"Yes, Macabre?" I asked calmly.
"Harder...!" She squealed.
My jaw dropped open with loud and raspy moans escaping from them as I pounded her into the mattress of the cheap motel bed. Macabre's one abnormal eye met my gaze and I felt it bore into my soul.
"God you're so damn sexy with your fucked up eye," I slurred into her ear over her shoulder. She didn't respond, which I was okay with. I knew how she got during sex. After both of us were too tired to keep going, Frank collapsed on top of me and we both exchanged the "I love you"s and fell asleep.