Page 344 of Once Upon a Fable

“I need you to finish what you started in the garden.” Her body writhed against mine in need. “Please, Kas.”

Her plea.

Her need.

It broke me.

My head roared with darkness. My mind gave into sickness.

Shoving up her nightgown, I gathered the soft material at her waist with jerky grabs. I snarled with need as I found creamy thighs, strong muscle, and hot wetness between her legs.

“Oh, God.” She jerked as I sank two fingers deep inside her. For a second, she hovered in propriety and decorum. She stood on her tiptoes, balanced on my hand with two of my fingers impaled inside her.

We made eye contact.

Electricity swarmed round us, making my skin prickle and heart race.

I stroked her.

I thrust my hand deeper.

And something switched inside her. Something got loose. Something manic and wild.

“Kas.” Her hands clawed at my naked chest, her nails scratching me as she dropped them to my jeans and tore at the zipper. “Now.” She undid the button and pushed them over my ass. “I need you now.”

I quaked as her need infected me.

It rippled through my memories, plaiting present with past, sinking me deeper into things I couldn’t face.

My jeans fell to my ankles.

Gemma pulled me forward, and the second our skin touched skin, we lost ourselves.

I fell on her like a savage. Kissing, touching, fingering.

We moaned and pawed.

She grabbed my length and squeezed, stroking me fast and hard.

We weren’t human. We were claws and cruelty, imprinting and scarring each other before the moment could be stolen.

She choked on a cry as I inserted a third finger, her hips riding my hand with total abandon. I stopped kissing her to watch. To witness how her eyelashes feathered on her cheeks as she squeezed her eyes closed with need. How her mouth popped wide with a silent scream. How her hair rubbed against the wall as I thrust my cock into her palm.

A slither of blackness hissed in my mind, hinting at a memory I wouldn’t like.

Shaking my head, I forced myself to stay with her.

“Kas...I need you.” Her eyes blazed open, pupils dilated with hunger. She looked absolutely perfect. So stunning. So unbelievably beautiful and wild andmine.

She wanted me.

Truly wanted me.

She was addicted to the same kind of madness I was. A disease that had no medicine or remedy, leaving us both doomed forever.

“I need you to fuck me, Kas. Show me you feel this too.”

I shut my eyes as my mind swarmed with sick shadow. Her command mirrored the mistresses of my past. Her instruction to pleasure her. Her authority shackling my body to her direction.