Page 62 of Bloody Quarter

“I do,” I said, meaning it even though it was crazy and terrifying. Any sane person would say no and run away as fast as they could. I realized that it didn’t matter what happened. All that mattered to me was that it was Greyson’s face I’d see until there was nothing. “I do,” I said again and kissed him hard.

He wrapped his hand around my throat, his thrusts harder as his eyes bore into my soul. It felt as if he was reaching into the very depths of my consciousness like he had supernatural powers. As each breath became increasingly more difficult, memories of my past and the pain that always followed stormed to the surface. Each one was met with a carnal need to live them over and destroy them at the same time.

His hand tightened until no more air could pass through to my lungs, but I let him have me. My body bucked against his, the climax so close even as darkness began to dance behind my eyes.

“That’s it, Doll. Let it all go. The past holds no power over you, and I am your reward on the other side. I am your future. Come to me, be mine, and I will love you until my lungs give out.”

My mouth opened, and the orgasm was right at the final peak. Each thrust of his hips pushed me higher. Black fogged the edges of my eyes, my lungs burned, and my survival instincts—without the alcohol to make me brave and stupid—were screaming for me to fight. Begging me to take a breath, but I refused.

Greyson fucked me harder, the slapping of skin loud and joining the pounding of my panicked heart. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Doll. You have no idea what you do to me.”

I gulped at nothing, my fingers tightening on his arms as the darkness began to take over. The erotic sensation of our fucking and the ultimate freedom of giving myself wholly to another had my orgasm just starting to crest when I blinked, and all became dark.

The last thing I heard as his cock filled me and I felt him come was, “Fuck…yes, Doll. Fuck, you’re perfect.”

Greyson

The euphoria and excitement that blanketed me was only accentuated by the complete compliance and trust that Alora had in me. This was my dream, my deepest desire, to share this moment of suspended life and death with another who understood and accepted it as freely as I did. The thought of finding someone as a true partner never crossed my mind until I saw Alora for the first time. Her body and scent called to me as her damaged soul whispered in my ear that it had been waiting.

We were always meant to be. I stared down into Alora’s fluttering eyes, and my cock hardened more, my balls pulling tight as I waited for the perfect moment. There was a very small window to do this properly or lose her to the other side. My body pumped into her, moving her across the floor with each thrust until I had to brace one hand on the bar. Alora’s pussy walls tightened around my aching shaft, each stroke making my cock twitch and beg for release.

Just as she was about to climax, she passed out, and I felt her heartbeat slow. Her hands fell away from my arms, her legs became slack, and there, in those final seconds, I could feel my spirit dancing alongside hers in a balance of life and death. Her body shuddered as she gave her life over to me.

“Fuck…yes, Doll. Fuck, you’re perfect,” I growled, my body tensing as I came harder than ever in my life. This beautiful joining of our souls couldn’t be explained, but as her body pulled the release from mine, her heart begged me to join her in death or bring her back. With the last twitch of my cock I felt her heart stop, and she went completely lax.

I began counting in my head as I grabbed the shot of adrenaline that was prepped and ready. Finding the spot between her fourth and fifth rib, I stabbed her hard, driving the sharp tip directly into her heart.

At first, there was nothing, and a thread of panic raced through my body. Even though I knew what I was doing, there was always the chance it wouldn’t work.

“Come on, Doll. Come back to me. I know that I’m undeserving and that I’ve coated your hands with blood even as you have provided me with solace,” I said, kissing her lips. “Come back to me. Although I will always bask in the darkest parts of this world, I promise to love you until the universe decides there are no more tomorrows. You are my forever.”

Alora gasped, and her eyes snapped open. It felt like her spirit rushed back into her body, and I shuddered with the sensation that was more than surface-deep. Alora screamed as she wrapped her arms around my neck, and her hips pushed up as she came. I hadn’t been expecting it, and the wild bucking and nails, digging hard enough to draw blood, had me ready to go all over again.

“Fuck me,” Alora screamed, her back arching off the floor. My pulse raced as I stared into her blue eyes, which had always been strong but now were so much more. “Sit up,” she ordered.

Rolling us over, I pushed myself up and leaned against the bar as Alora repositioned herself over my cock. I’d never seen a sexier sight. Placing my blood-soaked hand over her heart, I smeared it down her body.

“Yes, oh Greyson, I’m going to come again,” Alora cried out as she bounced on my cock. My fingers dug into her soft hips as I stared at my handprint on her neck. The bruise would fade, but the memory of this would last an eternity. I held my tongue out and let it flick over the tip of her nipple as she bounced. Alora leaned closer, and I sucked the hard peak into my mouth, biting down hard enough that she jerked on my cock and sucked in a deep breath. I gave the other one the same treatment and savored her taking control and claiming me.

“Oh, fuck yes.” She bounced faster, her movements erratic just before her pussy squeezed me again.

“Fuck,” I growled and hammered up into her, unable to hold back even after the massive release I just had.

“Greyson,” Alora screamed as she came all over my cock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I said as I let go and came again. The second round was intense, bordering on exquisite pain. I ate it all up and would do it again.

Alora slumped against me, and I wrapped her up in my arms, our hearts pounding together.

“I am you,” she said, kissing over where I’d carved DOLL into my chest. I smiled.

“You are me,” I said, laying my lips on her forehead and closing my eyes as I soaked up her essence.

“We are one,” we said at the same time, completing the joining and rebirth of our lives together.

We sat there long enough that the sweat on our bodies had cooled when Alora lifted her head and looked me in the eyes. Her face, like the rest of her body, was coated in red, and I knew mine was the same. “It wasn’t all my fault,” she said matter-of-factly. There was no longer any pain straining her voice, but I knew she was referring to the accident.

“I know.”