Page 117 of Once Upon a Fable

Her head snapped left and right, clinging to rationality all while the electricity in the vehicle incinerated it. “Never.”

“Say it.” I fucked her with my finger.

She couldn’t control her reaction. Her desire. “...No.”

She wanted me, didn’t she? She felt this too. Her trembles couldn’t be faked. Her wetness couldn’t be hidden.

Stop lying to me!

I need to believe in this. Believe in something.

“Tell me to fuck you.”

“I’m telling you no!”

My head swam. How could she deny us after the mutual destruction outside? She’d kissed me back. She’d come on me. She’d let me into places inside her that no one else ever had before.

I needed back in there.

I needed to feel that peace.

To hear it wasn’t a lie even while I knew it was too good to be true.

Her continued denials clawed deep tracks through my heart. A heart that I’d done my best to patch up with glue for a decade. Scorn and hate combined made the perfect bandage against loss and loneliness.

The only problem was, she seemed to be a solvent that gave me nowhere to fucking hide.

Tearing out my finger, I joined two together and speared them into her. “Tell me you need me as much as I need you.”

“Holyshit—” She rocked on my penetration, her pussy greedy for more.

“Tell me!”

“I can’t!”

“Why?”

“Because you’re not just taking my body, you’re taking my damn soul!”

I froze.

I broke.

I couldn’t breathe. “It’s just sex.”

“It’s not, and you know it!”

It’s not.

I know it.

I fucking know it.

How had this happened in one night?

This had gone too far. This was pushing me toward an edge I couldn’t survive.

The haze came again, thick and cloying, an eraser that I’d perfected over eleven years of selective amnesia.