Page 11 of Speak of the Devil (New Hope 3)
I give in, beginning to thrust harder, fucking her like the maniac that she makes me. Her pleading transforms, changing to cries of ecstasy.
She clings to me frantically, her finger nails digging deep into my skin.
“Fuck!” she screams, her pussy tightening around me.
“Yes,” I tell her. “Come for me, Isobel.”
She does as instructed, screaming my name as the orgasm rips through her. I shove my cock even more deeply as she comes, needing her to feel me fully, to take every throbbing inch.
When her body stills, I turn, carrying her quickly into the main room of the suite.
I stop in front of the large four-poster bed. The Governor’s own.
That filthy fuck. May he rot in hell.
The footsteps drawing near tell me I may be joining him shortly. I block them out.
I throw Isobel onto the bed, her tits bouncing as she hits the mattress. She looks up at me, her eyes streaming tears.
“It’s okay,” I whisper. “Everything’s going to be okay.”
I truly believe it, too.
We may be in our last moments of this life, but that won’t stop us.
Heaven or hell, paradise or the abyss—we will be together. There isn’t a level of creation that could keep me from my love.
There isn’t a void dark enough to stop me from finding her.
“I love you,” I say again, kissing her hard before spreading her legs beneath me.
“I love you, Tristan,” she replies, reaching up to pull me closer to her.
She doesn’t stop crying, merely burying her face into my neck as I push myself back into her.
I feel her moan against me, her fingers scraping the length of my back.
I’ve only just started to thrust when we hear the bullets start up beyond the door. She flinches as the explosive sounds echo through the mansion, but she doesn’t stop meeting my thrusts.
“I don’t regret it,” she says suddenly. “I want you to know that, Tristan. I don’t regret anything, not a single second. I’ll gladly die, if for no other reason than it’s the price of having you.”
I think of all the time I’ve spent without her. All the loneliness and pain that I felt before she came into my life.
I never, in a million years, would have thought someone like her would speak those words to me.
My heart fucking breaks.
I wish we had more time.
“I don’t regret it either,” I tell her. “Loving you is the only good thing I’ve ever done. I’m happy to die with you. I’d rather die a thousand deaths at your side than live without you.”
“At least we got to have this,” she says, reaching up to run her hand down my face.
I’m completely overcome with love for her.
My entire body screams with affection.
I channel everything—joy, pain, loss, and love alike—into this moment. I put my entire being into our final moments, fucking her like there’s no tomorrow.