I really find myself out of my depth when I'm with him.
At times, when he gawks at me with incredulity etched all over his face – like he's never seen anything like me before – I simply want to laugh. I want to laugh so hard I actually do; I toss my head back and just howl. I'd never laughed as much as I do when I'm with him, and he always, always joins in. His smile is slightly lopsided, with a long, narrow dimple on the right side of his face but not on the left. (The mystery of his elongated dimple has kept me up in more than one occasion. Sometimes I want to wake him up so I can make him laugh and get another glimpse at the curious little line that only appears on one side of his face.)
He is looking at me like that just now, like I'm insane, the ghost of a smile still lingering on his face as I unstopper the glass container with the ointment Gunderson managed to procure for me. I can tell what he's thinking just by looking at him. He's probably wondering why I've taken the time to worry about this, when we're about to face something much more important than my torn asshole.
The truth is… there is little else I think about these days (not my torn asshole precisely, but what led to it, yes. All the fucking time.)
At times I laugh, but there are those other times as well when I can't think of anything funny, when I'm consumed by lust for him.
Then he goes and says he loves me.
The world turns upside down when I feel his hands on me, like now. He reaches out to take the glass container from me and our fingers touch. He is still smiling, but I don't think I've ever seen anything less funny in my life.
I've grown used to those long, nimble fingers. I've sucked on each and one of them at some point or another during our time together. I've licked blood off them. I've licked blood straight off his own tongue. I wonder what he would think if he knew that I sometimes I find myself consumed by the idea of slicing into his skin with my incisors, and lap up his blood.
Fuck, I'm completely turned on just thinking about it.
"I can't believe you went through the trouble of getting this, after all," he says and his voice seeps into me like honey.
He is smiling still, but there is no more mirth in his eyes. He's looking at my ghost hand just as I release my grip on the container. He takes it and sets it down on the bed next to me, then he proceeds to take my ghost hand in his. Ever since the… hand incident, he has taken small opportunities to show me how little he cares about it, or perhaps just how much he cares about me? He did say he loved me…
It feels real enough. If I want to make a fist, this wispy ghost hand obeys me just as much as the real one, but that's because I'm feeling somewhat recharged by his proximity. When we've been apart, either because of spending too much time training or plotting, I sometimes feel like I'm turning into smoke.
The image of Fierro as she disappeared from view comes into my mind and I make a fist with my ghost hand to remind myself that I'm not going anywhere. I'm real. I'm alive. I'm here and so is Will, holding my hand in his. I can't dwell on how unsubstantial I've been feeling all these days, not now.
Right now, as he raises my hand to cup his own face, the damn thing feels solid enough to punch a hole through a marble wall. I caress his cheek with my thumb and hook my fingers behind his ear, pulling him to me.
I keep my eyes open and take a sharp breath when our lips meet. I can see how I might appear a tad maniacal at times like these, but I can't much help it. When our faces are this close, my eyes crave to take in every last minuscule detail of his face, and I want to taste him just as much as I want to smell him.
I really find myself out of my depth when I'm with him.
I must have done something right to have had someone like William Solace brought into my life. Beautiful, wholesome, innocent William Solace… who says he loves me.
His kisses are shy at first, yet always well-practiced. He knows how to kiss me now, I've taught him that. Or perhaps it's he who has taught me and I've simply become somewhat adept at doing it the way he likes it. I feel like I shouldn't care about that, yet somehow, I do. I care. I burn with jealousy at the thought of him learning to kiss upon someone else's lips.
Mine. He is mine, and mine alone.
I pull him to me and open my mouth, because I'm trying to prove a point. He's taken by surprise but quickly recovers, and just like that, his arms are around my waist and we're falling back on the bed.
I have a vague memory of myself lying on the floor and coughing blood just a few hours ago, in a mood and throwing a fit. But that might have been someone else for all I know, because Will is on top of me and I've never felt more alive than now, what with him nestled between my legs, his tongue prodding the inside of my mouth and his hands on my back. I'm alive. I'm alive. I'm alive!
His shirt is unlaced at the top, the collar stretched wide enough to reveal his right shoulder. I stop kissing him for a moment to bite down on this exposed bit of skin, and I love the way his lips try to follow mine, like he can't stand not having me in his mouth.
He goes for my neck instead, which suits me just fine because when he bites me there, on that spot that is now so familiar to him, I can feel a bolt of energy surging through me. He will have me moaning and shivering in his arms in no time if he keeps it up, which I know for a fact he will do, simply because I know that sometimes he loves having that power over me.
He might look the part of the perfect Genoese merchant by day, but I know him by night. I know what turns him on. I know what makes him reach his peak.
I spread my legs wider and he burrows into me. I can feel his heavy cock resting on my hipbone and his embarrassment is not lost to me when I trace the head with my fingers. There is always this awkward moment when we both become aware that his cock is somehow going to find its way inside of me. He kisses me and smiles against my mouth coyly, like he knows what I'm thinking.
I draw the tips of my fingers across his length in a feathery caress, careful not to touch too much of him. I can't see it, but I know he's hard, perhaps even harder than me.
"Excited, mercer Solace?" I whisper into his mouth.
"Mn," he moans, then takes a sharp intake of breath as he digs his blunt fingernails into my back, pulling me flush against his chest. My hand is trapped between our abdomens and my palm falls flat over his length.
"Wait," I say. He tenses up and stops kissing me, which was not my intention. I find his lips and give him a quick peck. I don't want to explain, talking seems like such a waste of energy at times like these. Instead, I reach out and tilt the little glass container so some of the gelatinous substance spills into my palm.
He exhales through his nose and smiles. I know he wants to laugh, perhaps even roll those beautiful blue eyes at me in fake exasperation, but he merely rests his forehead on my chin and allows me this little moment of indulgence.
"Ever used this before?" I ask, and I desperately want him to say no.
"No," he replies, thankfully. He has raised himself just enough for me to negotiate my blubber-coated ghost hand between our stomachs and our eyes meet.
"You may thank me later," I say confidently as I take both our dicks in my hand and begin to coat them with the substance.
The effect is instantaneous for both of us. The ointment is still warm as I spread it over our lengths, but the sheer slickness of it makes my hand slide up and down as if it had been made for the exclusive purpose of pleasuring us.
"Oh, fuck," he hisses into my ear, and that alone gets me hard as a rock. He shivers and begins to rock his hips, rubbing himself against my cock and fucking my blubber-coated hand.
"I know," I whisper, my voice coming out raspy and needy. It really makes a difference when you use external lubrication. I know this for a fact, even though my previous experiences with the substance have not been half as satisfactory as these last few seconds with Will.
I can tell how much he is enjoying the feeling, so I let fuck my hand and I squeeze us tighter to let him know that I'm okay with it. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying this myself, because the feeling is out of this world. I am, however, very much looking forward to doing two things: sucking his dick until he comes in my mouth and riding him hard until I find my own release.
There is something… something in the back of my mind, something that grips at my scalp egging me to pursue this to the very end, and it has nothing to do with what he has said to me… does it?
When was the first time I realized I wanted him? Was it all those months ago onboard that merchant ship, what was it called? The Apollon, was it? Back then I didn't see him as anything more than a possible lay, just another itch to scratch.
His eyes are closed and his brows furrowed in concentration as he trusts into my hand, grinding against my cock.
I can't remember, but now that I have him, I can't think of a time when I didn't want him. It's all blurry and seems like such a waste of time. I kiss him instead, and his lips are limp against mine. He opens his mouth automatically and his tongue peeks out with the sole purpose of seeking the moisture of mine. He wiggles his tongue inside my mouth and exhales with satisfaction.
I can't stand it. I can't. I notice his long eyelashes and the freckles sprinkled across his nose and cheekbones. His beauty is blinding and his need is pouring over me like molten lava. I must have him, more of him. All of him... I've never felt this way before… I want him to know, I want to tell him, but I'm terrified.
He says he loves me.
Can't he see through me?
I release our cocks and he shoves awkwardly against me, just as I press my palms against his chest. Why have I stopped? My ghost hand is slick with the ointment and it leaves an imprint on the shirt that I don't yet know why he is still wearing.
He groans in displeasure at the lack of contact, but again, I don't waste time in explaining to him why I've stopped, when I'm not quite sure myself.
"Come," I beckon, shifting my weight so I'm on my knees and he's being pressed down onto the bed instead. I frown at his shirt and he lifts his arms, he lets me take his shirt off just like that. He lets me do whatever I want, as he always does. He is pliant in my hands and knows how to read my silent instructions. I'll have him in my mouth first, I decide.
I guide him to sit up and rest his back on a large cushion. I like it when he's sitting up slightly because when he's in that position and I lean over to take his cock in my mouth, his hands begin to explore my body with equal abandon.
And when he touches me… when he touches me… life simply floods me.
I lick the tip of his cock and grab onto the base to give it direction. I want to taste every last bit of it before I swallow it whole, whale blubber or not. I lick the sides, from base to tip, then back down. He caresses my spine and draws my hair behind my ears. He likes to see my face when I suck him, he likes it when I look into his eyes just as my tongue laps circles around the tip of his cock. I do just that and his lips part, letting out a raspy sigh of pleasure.
"Nico," he calls.
I'm right here, I would reply, but words are impossible when I'm half-full of him. I release his cock and lick his hipbone instead, then I draw my front teeth across the area. His skin is salty from sweat and sea breeze, with perhaps a hint of whale. But I don't mind, I couldn't possibly care less. Not when his thumb circles my lower lip. He wants my mouth on his cock again, but he is too shy to ask. Instead, he inserts a finger into my mouth and closes his eyes, probably imagining it's his cock and not his thumb.
I suck him, hard, and roll my tongue around his finger, eliciting another much deeper moan from him. His cock twitches in my hand and I give it an exploratory tug. It's still slick from the ointment and my own spit, which makes deliciously slippery to the touch.
"Kiss me," I whisper, stretching my neck, and his mouth is upon me in a heartbeat. He kisses me hungrily, his tongue prodding the inside of mouth as if he were trying to feed off me.
My hand begins moving almost automatically, jerking him off. He bites my lower lip then sucks on it just as hard. I love it when he begins to lose control. It takes him a few minutes to gain the confidence, but once he has sensed my consent, he truly begins to let go.
He bites me again, hard. I hiss, but then I taste blood – mine or his, it doesn't matter, because it's enough to have me lose my mind. I love it, I… I…
Will… bite me again! Bite me and distract me.
I tighten my grasp around his cock, which twitches in turn, engorged to the point of exploding and so close to my mouth. I stop kissing him for a second, perhaps not even that long, because I can't help but get a good look at his ridiculous pink cock, slick and pert and fit to burst.
"Come here," he whispers, almost bending himself in half. He wants to kiss me some more, he wants me to suck him too. What he wants the most is to fuck me until he is utterly spent on the bed, because then he will have me in his mouth and on his cock simultaneously, and I want to give him all those things, I do! I smash our mouths together and there is no telling who is kissing whom. My ghost hand is working his cock just as my other hand tilts his chin so I can lick every hidden crevice of his tongue.
Suddenly, his hands are on my face, then on the back of my head, and that's when I know he is close. How can he not be, when I'm doing my very best to bring him over the edge? Because I want him in my mouth, I need him in my mouth. His essence is bubbling so close to the surface, and here I am, like a downright idiot, gaping up at him like a fish out of the water.
I impale my throat upon his cock and he moans loudly, shoving tiny thrusts into my mouth.
"God, yes, yes," he hisses, then adds some more nonsensical words that somehow escape me, for I am so full of him that words stop making sense. His length is taking all of my attention, and I suck him with such fervor that my own cock starts twitching in response. I hold him in place with both hands, because he is thrusting into me, and as much as I want him, all of him, my jaw and throat are still tight and unaccustomed.
I stifle a cough, release him from my mouth and lick the entire length from base to tip, making sure to keep eye contact with him.
Excitement begins to pool within my core, because I know how close he is to spilling his seed, and I'm about to catch every last drop in my mouth. I've never felt such hunger before, and I'm convinced the fervor shows upon my face, because Will is positively gasping for breath, drilling holes into my face with the intensity of his gaze. Yes, his hands are upon my body, scratching at every bit of skin within his reach, but his eyes are devouring my face, my mouth, my tongue as I lick him lengthwise one last time.
Angelica, a-dying…
I gasp, then dig my fingers into his thighs.
Angelica, a-dying… Loves one who knows not;
I don't think twice as I take him back into my mouth, careful to keep eye contact with him, because while I live for the taste of him inside of me, it's his eyes that harness me to this world. I take as much pleasure from him spilling into my throat as I do from watching his irises constrict, his nostrils flare, from watching his jaw go slack with unbridled pleasure.
"I'm close, Nico," he breathes, tightening his grasp on both sides of my face, as if trying to slow me down.
Dear Will, nothing, nothing will stop me. You are so close. I can feel your veins pulsating against my palm. You are mine, you are mine!
My head bobs up and down, my mouth is full of him and my cock twitches in response to the intrusion.
He begins thrusting upwards, too far gone to consider my position. He loves it when I pleasure him with my mouth, and I moan into the motions to let him know that I am completely complicit in the moment.
My lips are tight around his girth, my cheeks hollow out with each upward motion, and somewhere down the base of his cock, a thick vein begins to twitch.
"I'm coming, Nico, I'm…" he hisses.
When he spills his seed inside my mouth, I am carried downriver by a strong current of life. His semen tastes like the first breath of fresh air I've had in days. My eyes widen and my nostrils flare. I throw myself upon his weeping cock and take him deep down my throat, careful not to lose a single drop because he is filling me up with something akin to hope and… and… something else I can't pinpoint but I can't get enough of.
He groans in pleasure, he shivers in my grasp.
Life courses through my veins and all I can think about is that he said he loves me, and how I can actually feel it. I feel his caring, his tenderness, his concern, his love for me, it's all real and it's filling me up to the point of exploding. I feel his love.
I believe him.
William Solace loves me… he loves me. Me!
And I am alive.
His cock is flaccid before I release him from my mouth, at which point he simply collapses on the bed, and I am quickly upon him, covering his naked body with mine. I reach out to envelop him in my embrace. I throw my legs over his waist and dig my fingers into his shoulders.
His breaths are shallow and his forehead is covered in a thin layer of sweat, but he opens his eyes and manages a smile as I lay down next to him.
"Nico," he whispers.
I want to beg him not to say my name that way, because I have a feeling like we're doing something very wrong… like we are not supposed to lay here, bare and enthralled in each other's arms.
He kisses me gently, tenderly, and his eyelids flutter closed.
I know he is tired. I know he is spent… and yet.
"You are simply the best," I hear myself say, and I hate the way my voice sounds, so uninterested and selfish, "but I really want to get on. How long do you think you'll need?"
He smiles sadly, and it breaks my heart.
"Couple of minutes?" he says, yet it sounds like a question.
"You are food to my soul," I hear myself say, and again, I hate every last syllable of what nonsense spills out of my tongue. There are so many things I want to say to him, and yet I dare not.
We lay in each other's arms for more than a couple of minutes. I can see that he is already spent, and yet there is that William Solace spark in his eyes, that need to keep me, fucking Nico di Angelo, somewhat pleased.
What have I ever done to deserve him?
I'm somewhat unprepared for when he gathers me into his arms and pulls me onto his lap.
"Don't look at me like that, Nico," he says all of a sudden.
"Wh-" I say, stupidly.
He laughs, he positively laughs out loud, his hands on my hips.
"Don't look at me with those fucking black eyes of yours like I'm some kind of meat that you'd like to devour. Don't look at me like I'm some piece of meat, Nico. You want me? You've got me. I'm all yours. I'll be your plaything. I'm entirely yours, so do as you please. Just don't look at me like it's up to me, because if it were…" he whispers, digging his nails into my ass, "you'd be one with the sheets right now. I want to fuck you so badly, I've been thinking about nothing else for days on end. Don't you dare think this isn't what I want. I've never wanted anyone, anything more than I want you, right now."
I am so taken aback I am momentarily at loss for words.
"Fuck," is all I manage to say.
"Turn around," he commands.
I am flat on my belly in no time.
His hands are on my ass, hard enough to leave imprints on my skin. He squeezes me as he gathers my ass cheeks in his palms. He squeezes and pulls, then I can hear him position himself between my legs.
Yes, yes, yes. He spreads my ass cheeks then rests his dick in the space between them between them.
I moan loudly, the loudest I've moaned yet, I turn my face to make eye contact with him and he licks his lips. He likes it when I gasp and start breathing through my mouth.
At times like these, I do like to put on a bit of a show for him. He's prodding for my asshole and thrusting his cock between my ass cheeks, so I rock my hips to meet his rhythm. I bite my lower lip and close my eyes.
"Ah," I moan, perhaps a bit louder than strictly necessary, because I know he loves it.
"You like that?" he asks breathlessly.
"Mm-hm," I moan. "Just like that. Get some blubber, do my ass. Quick," I command in a whisper, rocking my hips as sensually as I can manage. I feel heat beginning to collect around my chest and neck, I'm sure my face is red, but then again, so is his.
He reaches out and tilts the container, gathering a healthy measure of ointment on the tips of his fingers. He doesn't stop thrusting as he reaches behind me and spreads my ass cheeks with his other hand.
He is gentle as he starts fingering the area, spreading the substance around. For a blissful second, I feel an altogether different kind of pleasure, because that's exactly what I've been missing all these times – lubrication and some form of pain relief.
"Is it good?" he asks me, the concern in his voice is thickly coated in a layer of passion, but it's definitely not lost on me. I sigh deeply with relief, then I twist around, trying to put as much emotion into the action as possible.
"It's good, Will. You're good, you're so good," I moan, my eyes closed. He's watching me, I can feel his eyes on me as if they were actual beams of light.
"Nico," he stiffens. He's had an idea.
"Yeah?" I sigh. I can't look at him now. His index finger is drawing circles around my asshole, coating it with the substance and it feels amazing. I can't look at him because if I do, I'll start jerking off by simply looking at his face, and I don't want to finish yet, not just yet.
He inserts the tip of his middle finger into my ass, and I can't help but hiss and stiffen. He begins kissing my back instantly, soothing me with tenderness and his kiss-swollen lips.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asks, and I wonder if there's a little hesitation in his voice, like he might be hoping I'd say yes.
"Fuck no," I reply. I'll be damned if we stop.
"Does it hurt?" he asks again.
I stiffen and pull away from him. His eyes open in surprise and stops his ministrations back there.
"It hurts," I say. I'm not about to lie to him, not when he's the only thing keeping me alive, the only thing worth living for, damn him for needing verbal confirmation! "It always hurts at first. It's fine. You're doing everything right, Will."
I mean it. He is doing everything right. As soon as those words are out of my mouth, I feel emotional. I do want him, I do. But then there's more. There's so much more.
Don't tell him. Don't tell him. Don't tell him, whispers an echo in my head, and for once, I have no doubts as to who is speaking. She's in my head again, and the surprise almost makes me scramble away from him.
"Nico?" he asks. Has he heard her as well?
No, she replies, and I believe her. I know what she wants. I have known for days on end, but now… now I know for sure.
"Nothing," I say and somehow manage a smile.
He is looking at me with those pools of blue, flooded with concern.
"I just really want to fuck, I'm sorry. I might need some more stretching. Mind if I…" I don't finish, he knows what I mean. He smiles indulgently and begins caressing my thighs.
The lengths William Solace is willing to go for me… and to think I've lived most of my life without him.
"Whatever you want," he says, rolling us to the side and I swear he is getting stronger by the minute, because he picks me up like I'm nothing but a delicate piece of fruit and places me face up on the bed.
Don't tell him! she says.
I know! I think back, hating her like I've never hated her before, although my chest hurts and my hands ball into fists from trying to refrain myself from exploding.
He is sucking my dick before I know it, and the world begins to spin. spreading my legs wide enough to give me space to stretch myself with my ghost hand. The damn thing is just right for this kind of things, because we've done nothing but train it and fuck. Train and fuck. No wonder my ass is sore.
I will my hand to turn into smoke and the tips of my fingers stretch into the perfect shape. Then find their way into my ass and begin stretching me. In the meantime, William Solace is sucking my dick and I can't stop my mouth from phrasing the filthiest, most inappropriate things.
"God, yes. Will, you're… you're so good. Suck on that. You like that? You like that cock in your mouth? Your lips are so good, you're amazing. Suck me, Will. Take that cock in your mouth…"
He looks so different from his usual self whenever he does this, perhaps it's the angle? His cheeks hollow out from time to time, making him look thinner at places, but then again, it's not a bad look at all. He doesn't lift his eyes to look at me, he keeps them closed, so his eyelashes flutter with the strain of keeping his lips tightly sealed around my neck.
He is so good; the feeling is indescribable. His strong hands hold my legs wide and spread my ass cheeks so I can prod my asshole with my ghost hand, slowly stretching me and easing me into the pain. He licks the tip of my cock, then takes it back in again as far as he can go.
"Oh, fuck, goddammit," I hiss, caressing his face with my unoccupied hand. "I could come just from this," I confess. He stops what he's doing and jerks me off with his hand instead.
"Do you want to? I wouldn't mind at all," he says with a blinding smile. There's that fucking dimple. I moan and thrust into his hand.
"N-No, I want to fuck. I don't want this to be over," I say.
"It doesn't have to be over, this is my second time and I assure you," he says, looking down at his own cock. "I'm hard as a rock."
I laugh and he joins in, of course he joins in. My asshole is blubber-coated and ready as it will ever be.
"Come, kiss me," I whisper, and he does so with the ghost of a smile still lingering on his face. He nestles between my legs and I prep his dick with more of the ointment. This is going to be magnificent, I'm shaking with excitement as he kisses me feverishly. He is taking shallow, sharp breaths through his nose to avoid breaking apart.
I give his dick a few gentle tugs, and he moans into my mouth.
"God, Nico," he says. "You have me at the edge all over again."
"Fuck me senseless," I command, tipping his cock into my rear entrance, then licking his chin. "Fuck me, Will. Have your way with me. Remind me what it's like to be alive."
He enters me slowly, painfully. I grab onto his shoulders, then tilt his face towards mine. He moans as if he were the one in pain, and who knows? Perhaps he is. The extra lubrication has smoothed the entrance, but I remain frightfully tight, both of us are equally aware of the fact.
He is all the way in now, I can him buried in me to the hilt. We remain still and I make the mistake of looking into his face.
He is staring at me with bright eyes, I can see my reflection on his irises. I can tell what he's thinking because I am thinking it too.
He says he loves me.
Well, fuck. I do, too.
"Fuck me, don't stop kissing me," I command, and offer my mouth to him.
His smile is lustful this time. He pulls out and slides back in slowly, testing the waters. He is feeling for tension from my part, which he will not get so long as I can help it. The friction is unbelievable, so wet and slick and perfectly painful, just the right amount. When he begins to thrust in earnest, his tongue is lapping circles around mine. I have him in my mouth and I have him in my ass and all I can think of is how I wish I could simply become one with him. I want to enter his body and have him enter mine in turn.
I rock my hips against his thrusts, and the sound of his balls smacking against my ass is music to my ears. My legs are tired from being spread so widely, but I am not about to shift positions. I'll come in no time at this rate, so I need to savor it.
My lips are chapped, my jaw is sore, but we have no intention of slowing down. He ravishes my mouth with blind fervor, the same way he drills into my ass.
"Fuck, Will," I mange into his mouth, but he takes my lips in his yet again, biting and nibbling and licking everywhere. His pace is erratic, he might just spill before me if I don't try to catch up.
He knows me so well, too. He grabs my cock and starts jerking me off, but his rhythm is slightly off. He needs his hands on the bed to keep his balance as he fucks me. Grudgingly, I remove my hands from his face and reach out to my cock.
"Look at me," I say to him, struggling to keep my eyes open as pleasure begins to blind me. "Look at me, Will. Come in my ass. Come inside me. I need you inside me so badly."
"N-Nico," he stammers. I know he is just about to spill, he loves it when I talk dirty to him, when I order him to come, so I quicken my pace and tug at my cock lest he beats me to it.
The moment before he comes, he kisses me one last time. His eyes remain open as he moans into my mouth and pushes one final time inside me.
"You're amazing, Nico. You feel… you feel…"
My cock explodes in my hand and my essence spills between our stomachs. Then I feel it, the moment he ejaculates inside my ass.
I have gone momentarily blind with pleasure. I know he is there because I feel so utterly full of him, full to the brim, but try as I might, I cannot see him. All I see is a bright yellow light before me. My skin is on fire, burning with pleasure. My core has just exploded into a million stars. A delicious numbing sensation sends shockwaves from my toes to the back of my neck and I begin to shake.
"Fuck, fuck," Will hisses, riding his orgasm with little shoves. I release my cock and bring him to me, closer to me. I pull him around the shoulders smack against my chest because I need him to feel what I am feeling. My mouth is wide open, I am gasping for breath, I might have tears in my eyes.
I feel his life coursing through my veins. Every breath he takes fills my lungs. The tightness in his abdomen from his own orgasm is amplified inside me. I am coming in my own body and in his as well.
I am death, and he is life. He is life. He is life. He has saved me. He keeps saving me, every second he spends with me, I am saved. I am feeding off of him, I know that now.
Yes, hisses Angelica in my mind. It's the only way.
There's tears in my eyes, and Will is gasping and sweaty in my arms.
"Will…" I say, but I hope he didn't hear me. "I…"
Don't!
"Yeah?" he turns, his eyes heavy with sleep.
I smile sadly.
"You're the greatest fuck," I say.
He laughs and closes his eyes. "Thank you," he says, then falls asleep in my arms.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter contains NSFW artwork, you can view it here
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