Page 252 of Once Upon a Fable

That was me now.

I was them.

I was the monster, and fuck, it turned me on.

No, I wouldn’t stop.

I would never stop.

I’d earned this.

It’s my turn.

My hips surged forward.

Her back bowed. “Please—”

I found her entrance.

“No—”

“Fuck!” I thrust deep.

I sank fast.

I sheathed my entire length inside her.

“Oh, God,” she cried out, arching beneath me as I took her.

I couldn’t breathe as her body fisted tight around mine.

HolyChrist, I’d never felt anything this good. This intense. Thistoxic.

She felt like sin and air, freedom and suffocation.

It wasn’t enough.

It wouldneverbe enough.

I had to have her. All of her. I had to imprint her onto my soul and stamp ownership all over hers, just like others had done to me.

She was just...more. More pain. More lies. More perverse in every way.

I couldn’t get enough.

I pulled back and thrust deep.

She moaned.

I snarled.

Never.

Never had sex felt so absolute. I wasn’t just fucking her. I was consummating all the filth inside my mind with all the venom in hers.

We were joining, smearing, knotting. It wasn’t just our bodies that linked but deeper things, scarier things.

She was a guest.