Epilogue #3
She came hard, harder than I’d ever seen her—her whole body a live wire, knees buckling as she arched backward and let loose a sound torn straight from the bottom of her lungs.
My name echoing off every wall of the goddamned night.
Her body went soft. For a second Annie just sprawled over me, panting and blinking at the sky, pupils so blown that her eyes looked like abyssal pits ringed in blue.
Sweat dripped down her back, sawed the rip in her dress into dark rivers.
I licked her clean, slowly, and nipped her inner thigh, feeling the tremor that shot straight to her toes.
I could have let her float there. I could have spent the rest of the night under her, letting her cum in my mouth until the sand turned to glass.
But I was past the edge. All patience was gone.
I needed to be inside her—needed to claim her, brand her, ruin her with every part of me she'd ever touched.
Before she could recover, I flipped her, planting her knees and elbows in the sand and caging her in with my body.
The shredded fabric of her dress littered the ground beneath her, framing the pale skin of her back like a torn flag.
I pressed my cock to her entrance, dragging the head through the slick mess I'd made of her cunt, and watched her shudder with anticipation.
"Ready?" I growled, voice hollowed out by want.
She nodded, but that wasn't enough. "Say it," I demanded.
"Please, Samiel," she whispered. "I want you to—"
I didn't let her finish. I slammed into her in one deliberate, brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt.
She broke open around me, every muscle clenching to welcome me deeper.
I held her hips and pulled her against my groin, the impact reverberating up our spines.
She let out a guttural moan, and I grinned into the sweat-wet skin of her shoulder.
"You were made to be fucked like this," I rasped, and started to move.
She met every thrust, refusing to let me dominate the rhythm.
Each time I pulled back, she chased me; every time I tried to draw it out, she rammed herself backward so hard her ass slapped against my hips, loud enough to echo.
The sound pulsed in my skull, as obscene and beautiful as the night itself.
"Is that all you got, demon?" she taunted, voice ragged with need. "I thought you were supposed to be strong—"
I bent her lower, hands traveling up her arms until I could pin both wrists behind her back with one hand.
The move flattened her to the earth, made her arch deeper, sent her tits dragging through the cool sand.
With my free hand, I laced her hair into a fist and used it to guide her head back, exposing the vulnerable line of her neck.
"Still think you can handle me?" I thrust harder, letting her feel the full force of me, the knot at my base swelling with every ragged stroke.
She gasped, panting into the ground. "Want to find out?"
I leaned forward, mouth at her ear. "You're going to come again, and when you do, I'm not stopping until you black out."
She gritted her teeth and braced herself, but already her walls were fluttering around me—already she was losing ground, her screams muffled by the sand as her body tried and failed to contain everything I poured into her.
I gripped her hips so tight I thought I might snap bone, the pulse in my cock matching the clench of her cunt in dangerous, perfect tandem.
My tail found her clit, circling in frantic counter-motion to the pounding of my hips.
I wanted every cell in her body to remember this forever.
Every vein, every nerve, every trembling muscle owed itself to me, and she fucking loved it—she was sobbing my name into the dirt, uncaring if neighbors or wildlife or the local sheriff heard the racket.
Right at the end, her hands broke free and reached behind her, grabbing at my thighs and digging in so hard her nails left trails of conviction in my flesh.
“Samiel, holy fuck—” Annie’s words crumbled as she came again, and this time it was an earthquake, her whole body locked up, skin humming with the rawness only the two of us knew how to conjure.
I bent over her, letting my chest crush her back, my cock twitching wildly in the iron furnace of her grip.
The knot at the base finally gave, swelling and locking us together in the oldest way known to my kind.
I hilted one last time, hips pressed flush to her body, and came so hard I saw flashes behind my eyelids—red, gold, the colors of hell, but here on earth where I belonged.
I didn’t stop moving, not even through the aftershocks.
I rocked into her, the tide refusing to recede, fucking every last drop of sweat and desperation out of both of us.
My mouth found her shoulder, biting down barely enough to break the skin, marking her one final time, a circle closed and sealed for good.
Her hands clutched my forearms, and when she went limp, neither of us said a word for a long time.
I held her like that until my own bones softened, her body sunk into mine, two shapes fused by friction and animal want.
The sand burned my knees and back, and the sky above wheeled in slow, indifferent arcs, but I didn’t give it up, not even when my lungs started to riot for air.
I wanted her there, held and spent and certain.
I wanted her to know, even at her most broken open, she was the strongest fucking thing in my universe.
When my senses returned, I loosened my grip, careful not to crush her.
The aftermath was glorious—her hair wild, skin peppered with bruises, every inch of her branded with marks that meant Annie, mine, always.
I bent over her, kissing the sweat at the nape of her neck, then traced my tongue down the curve of her spine, licking the salt from her skin.
She shuddered, but this time it was pure relief.
I waited until the knot softened, then eased myself out, catching her before she collapsed.
I rolled her over and kissed her, gentle now, letting her taste the heat and hunger that had consumed me.
She caught my face in her hands, nails raking my scalp, and pulled me down until our foreheads touched.
She lay there, breathing hard, eyes wild and shining in the dark. “I love you,” she said, voice hoarse but clear as anything I’d ever heard. “I fucking love you, Sam.”
“I love you too.” I kissed her again and again, not stopping even when the cat howled in protest from the porch, or when the moon set and the night went thick with cold. We stayed there, wrapped in ruined lace and sand and sweat, until I couldn’t tell where her body ended and mine began.
Eventually, I scooped her up, bridal style, and carried her toward the house.
She protested, halfhearted, but curled into my chest as I hiked the whole way.
I set her down in the bathroom, filled the tub with scalding water, and slid in behind her.
She sat between my thighs, hair floating, the rest of her sinking into me like she’d always belonged there.
We soaked in that bath for an hour, maybe more. She fell asleep with her cheek resting on my arm, lips curled in a smile. I held her until the water went cold, until the sunrise started to color the lake with blood and gold, until I felt a peace I had never known before.