Chapter 34 Helena #3
“It’s just that you feel so fucking good,” he said, his words frayed from restraint as he drove into me again, hips meeting once more.
Sparks appeared in my vision. “Just… like… this.” He drew in another shuddering breath—this one laced with a hiss that sometimes accompanied the rushing of his shadows.
“And I’m trying not to swallow you whole.
But.” He stopped there, that bony hand hooked behind my knee tugging me to him, sending him in another impossible half inch.
A small “Ah” escaped me as he hit this new level of depth.
“That’s not a battle I’m gonna win,” he continued. “And… I am going to fuck you hard now. Your job is to take it and, when you’re ready, come just like that again on my cock. Do you understand?”
God. I wanted him to talk this filthy to me every day.
“Do. You. Understand,” he repeated, human voice grated and strained, like I had better answer him. For both our sakes.
I nodded, slow and deliberate.
“Just let me have you when it comes,” he instructed. “Give me everything. All of it. All of you.”
Anything.
The tremble in his form abating, he assailed me with a series of gentle, even, and measured strokes.
This time, his monster’s voice moaned, the sound coming from nowhere and everywhere.
I keened, each entering plunge shattering my mind, every abandoning sending a sensation of electricity through my limbs.
Then his thrusts, like the pleasure, sharpened.
“Fuck, Helena,” he rasped as he dealt me one hard, fast blow after another, his voice dipping, shredding as, in the rawness of his pleasure, it shed its humanness halfway through my name, defaulting again to his other voice.
The one that belonged to the nameless, faceless, hooded figure with the scythe.
That voice thrummed through my chest and straight between my thighs. Twined with his punishing rhythm, the rumble of that dark resonance hurled me toward the edge of another climax.
I reached for him, but he caught me by the wrists and, with another growl, pinned them on either side of my head.
Again and again, his hips snapped against mine, his cock slamming into me, the friction intoxicating, the heady euphoria building in my depths heightened by those eyes that held me down, too, while he delivered each blissful assault.
The fingers of his left hand, the one that pinned my right, lost their warmth, going hard, bony, skeletal.
His pupils widened like they, too, now sought to devour me, obliterating his irises to the thinnest of halos.
Then wisps of gray-black smoke unfurled from his shoulders while dark hunger swirled in those eyes—the monster part of him fully unleashed.
Couldn’t this be the way I went out?
Those wisps descended, tendrils driving into my chest, seizing my soul in their fierce, freezing, and greedy grip.
I arched as that dark essence came pouring into me, clashing with mine, each of our spirits searing and branding the other.
My thoughts splintered, scattering, my body robbed of any ability to respond—to do anything other than take him as he pumped into me.
While his soul knit itself with mine, icy vines piercing, winding, and threading through, more tendrils dove between us to assail my clit, wispy, ephemeral tongues taking turns lapping and teasing while that unrelenting steel shaft filled me again and again.
The tension in me wound tighter, building softly at first, and slowly, before blooming with the golden promise of total destruction.
Grim! I screamed, this time with my soul instead of my voice, the avalanche breaking within me, a flood of debilitating pleasure hollowing my entire system.
I cried out, overcome by the drugging wave that engulfed me and pulled me under to drown in its grip.
His lips crashed down on mine, tongue invading along with every other part of him.
As the purest ecstasy I’d ever known shattered me, I surrendered to the onslaught, becoming his and his shadows’ to feast on as I spasmed around him, my core clenching, rippling, and constricting around his cock.
He came with a low and growling moan that manifested in a mix of both his voices.
My fairy lights flickered as I shook beneath him, already helpless and heaving when, out of nowhere, an unexpected echo of another orgasm came rushing to overtake and underscore the first, the sensation infused into my body and my soul by his spirit, as if he had to be sharing his own climax with me.
As if he’d gotten a taste of mine, which had been the thing to trigger his.
As if we’d both just taken matters into our own hands and had gotten to heaven in our own way and on our own terms. If only for one evening.
I sobbed as my spirit, still hopelessly knotted in the unyielding clutches of his, sang along with my body.
He released one of my wrists, his hand going to my cheek as he kissed me, as though I really might be dying, and he wanted all the last of me.
“Beautiful soul,” rumbled Grim, his dark voice reverberating through me.
I reached for him, my limbs heavy like my mind. My lids drowsy.
And though I fought the darkness, my eyes fell shut anyway.
Kissing me still, he released his spectral grip on me, his mouth evaporating under mine, becoming those teeth once more.
And then, as the final throes of bliss ebbed into silence, he swept his essence out of me in a way that swung me into dizziness, giving me back the soul I would, in that moment, rather him have kept.
Just before my consciousness… abandoned me, too.