Page 325 of Once Upon a Fable

I wasn’t gentle.

I was hungry.

Fucking starving for things yesterday had given me, and today had wiped clean. I was jealous of myself. Furious that I’d had this girl, I’d come in her, we’d shared things I’d always craved, yet it was as if it never happened.

“You’re mine.” I kissed her rough and mean.

Chain or no chain, shewouldalways be mine.

If I couldn’t remember, then I’d have to take her all over again. And again. I’d have to fuck her until I knew nothing elsebuther.

Wrapping my arms around her, I hauled her against my body, kissing her so damn deep. She wriggled, fighting for space, for air. Her hands landed on my chest.

I waited for her to push me away. To reveal she hadn’t wanted me, after all.

Instead, she tried to climb me.

A trigger had erupted in her too, sending her over the edge where I’d already fallen. “Kas. Yes—” Her head tipped left and right, her lips skating over mine, her tongue twisting deep as I kissed her. “Harder. Please? You can touch me as hard as you need.”

Harder?

That word wormed into my skull and obliterated everything else.

My arms bunched, locking her to me, holding her painfully tight as my hips thrust against hers. Our kiss turned manic. I kissed her with no mercy, taking advantage of her open, hungry mouth, capturing her tongue, her taste, and claiming every dark, wet piece of her.

She plastered herself against me, placing herself entirely into my control as our bodies writhed together. I shoved my thigh between her legs, pushing up her dress. She rode me. Her hand flew down and found my erection, stroking me through my jeans.

The kiss evolved from desperate to savage in one second flat.

All the pent-up fury, the forgetfulness, the ferocity gushed out of me, smashing like a tidal wave from my messed-up heart to hers.

Her left hand wrapped behind my neck, pulling me into her. Her rightstroked harder, faster.

I needed inside her.

Now.

Grabbing handfuls of her ass, I yanked up and in. Her hand fell away as I ground my aching erection against her pussy, her dress spreading with her thighs.

She gasped.

I kissed her deeper.

She squirmed.

I thrust against her.

I consumed her body and soul. She kissed me as if she wasn’t just participating but imprinting me, making sure this moment couldn’t be stolen from her. Doing her best to make me remember. Hurting me all over again.

I’d done things to this woman. I’d promised things I couldn’t remember. I’d given her pieces of myself, and then I’d taken them away again.

I had the shitty existence of not knowing what those things were, but Gemma...she had it harder because she’d thought I was cured.

Thatshe’dcured me.

Fuck, if only it was that easy.

“Kas—” Her legs hooked over my hips, grinding her core against my pulsing cock. “I need you inside me.Please.”