Chapter 21
IS HAVING SEX STILL CONSIDERED A HORROR MOVIE SIN?
His words create a loop in my brain as I process what he’s saying.
It’s mostly a joke. There’s a playful and lighthearted tone in his voice as he says it, yet there’s something in his eyes, a tinge of intensity, that lets me know he’s serious.
Instead of pressuring me into it, he’s letting me make up my own mind.
A joke or a proposition; it’s up to me to decide.
If I say it’s still a sin, Danny will take the rejection like the gentleman he is.
But if I say it isn’t . . .
I swallow, attempting to quench the thirst drying out my throat.
My mind pulls out the memory of our moment together in Carmen’s room.
How his control snapped. How he transformed from the sweet guy I’ve grown to love into a man with no purpose other than pleasuring me.
Kissing me as if I was the air he needed to survive, teasing my body, touching me in places that would elicit moans, begging to have a taste of me . . .
I shudder at the memory of how he gave me a delicious, mind-shattering orgasm.
Holding my breath, I force myself to think even while the oxygen isn’t flowing in my system.
The choice should be so easy to make. We’re dying, for fuck’s sake, what do I have to lose?
This is our last opportunity to finish what we started earlier, to get to experience everything with someone who cares about me as much as I care about him.
I want this, being on his lap, feeling his hard dick pulsing for me.
I didn’t get a chance to see him earlier, let alone touch him.
Now I’m desperate to do so. To strip his clothes off him and see what he’s been keeping from me for so long.
I need this.
I need him.
“Mabs, it’s okay,” he says gently, caressing my cheek with the back of his fingers. “It’s perfectly fine if it’s still a sin.”
I want to smile at his gentle reassurance. He wouldn’t be my Danny if he didn’t make sure he had my full consent. But my hesitation doesn’t really come from a place of consent. He can do whatever he wishes with me because I’m all his for the taking—heart, body and soul.
Every single bit of me belongs to him for as long as he’ll have me.
Until death comes for us.
“Will you let me speak?” I ask, arching a brow inquiringly. My tone makes him snap his mouth shut, although his lips curve into a wide smile, enjoying every second of it. “I don’t think it’s a sin.”
His brows quirk with interest.
“No?”
I tilt my head and fight the instinct to roll my hips and grind against him like I desperately want to. “Well, I don’t care if it’s a sin or not. I’ve already broken all the how-to-survive-a-slasher handbook rules, so what’s one more?”
“But?”
Wetting my lips with the tip of my tongue, I gather the courage to admit the truth.
“My experience is very limited.” The words come out fast and hushed, slipping through my teeth as I feel my cheeks heating, even though it’s becoming progressively colder in this place. “I’ve never actually done this before.”
His expression changes completely as realization sets in. Brows rising on his forehead, lips parted slightly as understanding crosses his face.
“It’d be your first time?”
I open my mouth then hesitate for a second. My mind has an answer, but my body has another. A knot forms in my throat. So I simply offer him a nod in response.
“Do you mind?”
Danny shakes his head. “No, I just really wish we weren’t in a fucking freezer for it.”
“It’s not really the place that matters but the person you’re with,” I state, staring deep into his eyes.
I notice when the haze of worry dissipates, allowing for the softness to return. Danny pushes a few strands of my hair away from my face and caresses the edge of my jaw without breaking eye contact.
“You’re so beautiful, baby.” I roll my eyes, unfamiliar with receiving compliments so openly and casually, but I can’t help smiling through it. “It would be an honor to share this first experience with you, if that’s what you want.”
“I want this,” I say, leaning in to brush my nose against his, our breaths mixing as I inevitably grind myself on him.
The hard bulge of his dick presses against the seam of my jeans, rubbing on my core.
Wetness pools in my panties and it provides the most delicious friction against my clit.
Sensations explode in me, fluttering my eyes closed as I feel the sparks striking a match in my system.
I moan in delight and take a bite of Danny’s bottom lip, tugging on it ever so slightly to push him over the edge of control.
Danny buries his fingers in my hair, tugging on the strands as he kisses me deeply. His lips moving at a commanding pace, releasing the accumulated passion pouring from him until I’m drowning in the thousand sensations evoked by his body.
“Wait, I don’t have any protection. I know we’re dying soon, but if we survive by any chance—”
“I have an IUD,” I cut him off before he can continue. “And clear scans.”
His forehead creases slightly, but it’s only there for a split second, like a passing thought that made him doubt. It fades instantly.
“I’m all clear too.”
When he kisses me this time, he doesn’t stop.
Hands roam over my body, touching my back and traveling down my thighs.
Caressing me over the fabric, making me yearn for the actual sensation of his warm skin over mine.
As I arch my back, his hands slip under my shirt as they climb a featherlight path to my chest. Pebbled nipples greet his palms when he gives my breasts a gentle squeeze, ready for the attention they’ve been craving.
His fingers pinch the hard peaks, eliciting another moan from me.
“Please,” I beg in a whimper. “I need you.”
I’ve never felt this close to losing control, not even when he was kneeling between my thighs. Perhaps it’s that we’re on borrowed time, only having this suspended moment to show our love and devotion.
We’ve already lost so much, I need to have this one memory with him before I die.
“I wish we could take our time,” he mumbles, biting my bottom lip. His teeth scratch, leaving behind a slight sting that he soothes with his tongue a moment later. “You deserve to be worshipped, Mabel.”
One of his hands moves lower, abandoning my nipples to unbutton my pants skillfully.
Wasting no time, his hand squeezes in the space between the layers of clothes and my skin.
Anticipation and arousal build in my system in slow pulses, spreading with every breath I take waiting for him to touch me where I need it the most.
Slowly, his fingers venture south, tracing the slit of my pussy, finding me already wet for him.
Danny’s mouth parts, amusement highlights on his face.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he muses, his voice hoarse and raspy, sending shivers down my spine. “Is this for me?”
His fingers spread my lips, creating a V that rubs the sides of my bundle of nerves as he moves them up and down. Pleasure tingles across my body and I can barely contain the sounds slipping from my lips.
“Only for you,” I moan.
Danny’s mouth curves into a lopsided grin that makes my legs feel weak.
Fingertips circle my entrance, playing with the slick wetness before he buries two of them as deep as the angle allows him.
My walls clench around his fingers as he stretches me open, the heel of his palm brushing my clit.
Trembling against him, I let out a shaky breath, getting used to the electric sensations spreading along my skin.
“You’re so tight.”
I lean in until my lips caress the spot between his ear and jaw.
“Imagine how tight I’ll feel around your dick,” I whisper, teasing him as his dick twitches.
His hand moves faster, his fingers sliding in and out of me in a come-hither motion. White spots dance in my vision, completely overtaken by the wave of delight.
“If only we had more time together,” he says in my ear, and the shakiness in his tone doesn’t come from melancholy but from desire.
“I can think of a thousand different ways I want to fuck you. Make you feel good and lick your pretty pussy, bend you over and see your perfect ass bounce when I bury my cock deep inside you. Pull your hair and make you come over and over again until you can’t take it anymore. ”
My breath hitches, mixing with a moan, as I picture the scenarios he’s describing.
Dios mío, when did he go from being my sweet golden boy to this dominating sexual man?
Last time, I met a guy devoted to my pleasure, and I loved every second of it.
But now? It’s a different side of him, one driven by lust, but it’s only a fraction of what I’d already discovered.
He’s not promising to be overly rough with me for his pleasure, instead he’s talking about giving me endless orgasms.
His satisfaction comes from mine.
Now I wish I could turn back time and urge myself to get my shit together earlier.
“What else?” I ask, wanting to hear more, hanging on to every word.
The rawness of his voice scratches an itch in my system, stimulating areas of my body that his fingers can’t reach. The searing flames pulse in me, building pressure in my lower abdomen.
“I want you to sit on my face and ride my tongue,” he carries on between pants as his fingers continue sliding deliciously inside me. “Fuck, your pussy is getting tighter.”
Wordlessly, I nod.
My muscles begin to stiffen as I inch closer to the orgasm.
“I . . . I . . . I’m so close,” I want to warn him, but I’m unable to form the words.
Every time I breathe, a moan rasps out of me, scratching the back of my throat.
“Are you going to come for me?” Another nod from my part. “What if I stopped?”
It would be torture to even think about being left on the edge when I’m so close I can almost taste it.
“No.”
Danny smirks. “No? Why don’t you ask nicely?”
So bossy.
“Please,” I plead.
“I love it when you beg,” he croons. “Come for me, baby.”