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I slide up her body and kiss her, long and deep, letting her taste herself on my mouth. She bites my lips and I kiss her harder. I expected that.Then I fist her hair and hold her head still to hold her gaze.

"Eyes on me, sloneczko, when I slide my cock into your greedy pussy.”

I push into her. “It means my darling, my sweetheart, you know. My sunshine in a dark world.”

Inch by inch I go, because she's tight and she's taking me like she was measured for it. I want to feel every part of it and I want her to feel it too. Her mouth opens on a sigh. Her eyes go wide and then unfocused, and her nails dig into my shoulders. I keep going until I'm buried in her to the hilt and we both stop breathing.

"There," I say. Barely a voice. "There you are."

"Move." Her hips shift under me. "Move, please, Laszlo, move."

I move.

I fuck her slowly at first, long strokes, all the way out and all the way back in, looking directly into her eyes while I do it. She's been on the edge four times and she's trembling under me, so it takes almost nothing. A dozen strokes and I angle my hips, grind against her clit, and she comes with a scream that bounces off every concrete wall on this level, her pussy gripping me so hard my vision goes white at the edges, her whole body arching up off the floor into mine.

I slow down and let her ride her climax. I watch every second of it. Then I kiss her while she's still shaking and pull out of her. She makes a wounded noise that etches into my brain.

"On your knees, ma macabre. I'm not done with you."

She turns over on her own this time. Angrily, but she does it.

"Good girl." We're both somehow stained in blood now as I realized we moved over the floor a little, and that's fine. She whimpers at my words, and although my knees are giving me hell on the concrete, I don't care. This is how I want it. This is how she needs it. Gripping her hips, I drive back into her.

Manon screams and I groan.This feels different from this angle, deeper and much more intimate. Her ass in my hands, her back arching, her hair a mess on the floor.

"I don't want this, Novak," she moans, while pushing back to meet my next thrust.

"Yeah? Tell me again how much you don't want this." I fist her hair and pull her head up so she has to say it to the wall. "Tell me while you're pushing back on my cock. I want to hear it."

"I don't..." I slam into her. "I don't..." Again.

"Fuck. Fuck, Laszlo."

"That's what I thought."

She's a big fat liar, of course, so I fuck her hard, every stroke reaching into her very soul. Into mine. I drive into her like Satan himself is chasing me, but that beast already claimed my soul years ago, and I'd give it all up again for this. She's slick and tight and mine, and I'm going to come embarrassingly fast. Her cunt is milking me too well for me to care about my dignity.

I let go of her hair and bring my hand down hard on her ass. She cries out and clenches around me so tight, I nearly lose it.

"You liked that."

"No."

I do it again. Her pussy tells me the truth even when her mouth won't.

"Look at you. Look where you are. On your hands and knees in a parking garage with your ex's blood under your fingernails, coming on my cock like a good little wife." I reach under her and find her clit, slick and swollen, and rub it in time with my thrusts. "You're going to walk down that aisle today with bruises on your hips and my cum inside you. Every man in that church is going to look at you and not one of them will know. Only me. Only ever me."

"Fuck you. Oh, God, I'm going to come again!" she shouts, so I fist her hair again and pull harder and keep going. The blood is splattered on her thighs, my knees, my hands, and I'm long past caring. I've never once been lost in my life, and I'm lost in this woman now. She comes, gripping me tight, screaming into the ether, and I keep moving through it, greedy for every second of it.

My vision blurs, and seconds later I spill into my future wife, drilling into her until there's nothing left in me to give.

Then I pull out and go down onto the concrete with a wet thud, pulling her to me, off her knees. I see stars, trying to breathe while the earth spins around me. For a long while there's nothing but the sound of us, and Manon doesn't move.

Then she twists around. Bruised, bloodied, and wearing an expression that is absolutely priceless. Satisfied, at the very least. My cock stirs once more. She's lying beside me in the blood like it's a marriage bed, and I glance down at myself. I'm a mess with a semi-hardon. Worst of all, some of my cum, mixed with blood, is smeared across my cock. That sight is going to give me nightmares for the rest of my life, and I don't have nightmares. I give them.

Manon follows my gaze, and her eyes widen. Then, before I understand what I'm watching, her hand moves. Her fingers touch the blood on my skin, barely there, then go to her mouth before she seems to know she's done it. A taste. Her eyes close for half a second. Then she catches up with herself, and I see it hit her. She yanks the hand back and scrubs it down her side. "I didn't…" A beat. "I don't know why I did that."

She'll tell herself it didn't happen, and by the time we reach the church she'll believe it. I'll let her. My woman is a freak underneath the surface and she doesn't know it yet. All those years I watched her live her neat, put-together life, and I never once guessed.