Page 85 of Anorthic Anarchy
My fingers lace through his longer locks at the base of his neck as I lift mine to latch my lips onto his. “Fuck me, Vincente. Fuck me hard.”
“Oh, angel. I’ve missed hurting you.” With a forceful thrust, his hips pick up speed until the rhythm is the one I need to transcend. “Scream how much you love me.”
As the breath is knocked out of my chest, I wrench my eyes open and am met with his heavy ones. “I love you, Vincente!” I scream while reaching the height of pleasures, relishing every sensation as our gazes stay locked.
When he fills me, he collapses, covering my body with his sweaty one. His head drops to my neck, and he murmurs, “I love you, Astrid. With every cell of my being. So much so, I returned to life just to live it with you. To be inside you again. You’re mine, and even death can’t separate us.”
And he and I live there. In our world…
One where snakes, bulls, bears, foxes, wolves, andenemiesdon’t exist.
Only our love.
THE END.
