Page 75 of His Atonement
"My darling girl, wait…" But now she's kissing me and stroking my dick, stroking it in a way that has the tip nudging her dripping wet pussy each time and that makes my fucking knees buckle. "Frankie—" Oh, good fucking grief, she ispiercedthere as well. Each time the head of my cock nudges her entrance, my incredibly sensitive skin connects with cold steel, another little secret right over her clit.
"Fuck me, Zan." Another swipe through her wet heat. "Make love to me, make me yours just like you promised. Make me beg for more."
“Goddamnit." I drop my forehead against hers as my hips thrust, and my cock pumps into her hand. "That's just it, my darling girl, if I fuck you, make love to you then Iwillbe making you mine. Mine forever because you are my mate."
Instead of any of the five hundred reactions I expected from her, Frankie positions my cock at her entrance, holds it there until I meet her eyes, then floors me as she says, "Good because there had to be some explanation as to why I still fell so fucking in love with you when you drive me crazy most of the time."
I almost laugh at this, but it would be wildly inappropriate all considering, and I really need to make sure she grasps the magnitude of the position we have found ourselves in.
"I fear you don't understand, my darling. This is not the same as any other sex, not the same as anything at all, really." I must be an idiot for trying to talk her out of this but I have to be certain that Frankie means her words, that she wants this, and wantsme. "We will be mating, not simply making love or fucking. We will be bound together for all time, connected deeper than one can fathom. It is incredibly permanent and cannot be reversed." Not in any way I wish to share with her. She does not need to know one of my specialties was breaking mate bonds, not now and preferably not ever.
"Are you trying to kill the mood, or is this just one of the ways you wanted to prove to me how much you care about me?" Frankie scowls.
With my own scowl on my face, I roll my hips, and slip the tip of my cock just past her entrance. "Do not question my love for you, my darling. Do not question it, do not doubt it, and do not poke fun at it. Demons do not fall in love, do not harbor any kind of love or attachment for most anyone, so when I say that what I feel for you is exactly that, when I say that I am in love with you and you are my mate, do not take it so lightly."
Her scowl turns devious, something I find very erotic. "Then prove it, Zan. Fuck me like you love me, mate me like I am your forever."
The last of my restraint flies out the window, and without warning, my hips snap forward and I bury my cock inside her delicious cunt all the way to the hilt.
If demons were allowed into The After, then I imagine this is exactly what it would be like. The After would be Frankie's excruciatingly tight cunt wrapped around my cock every second of every day for the rest of time.
Yes, this is exactly what it would be like.
Frankie gasps and hisses, clawing at my back as her pussy strangles the life out of me. "Jesus fuck. Fuck, you are huge."
I grin like an ass as I slowly withdraw my absolutelyhugedick. "Did you expect anything less?"
"Don't be an ass… asshole," she moans as I slide back in deep. "Cocky asshole."
"Something you were aware of prior to our current predicament.” I grin wider at the way my languid thrusts seem to be driving her mad, the way she whimpers and whines each time, and the way she tries to roll her hips to ease her aching need. "Mating will not change my personality, it simply binds you to me so that you may enjoy my charm for the rest of time."
"Stop talking,” Frankie groans. "Just mate me, Zan. We can talk about all the ways you annoy me after you fuck me into oblivion."
"So you choose this? Accept this, accept me and our bond?" Another slow pull, an even slower push.
Frankie clenches her teeth and tries to move her hips, but I hold them firm, preventing her from moving entirely, and when her kaleidoscope eyes connect with mine, seeing the seriousness and sincerity of my words, she fucking smiles like the she-devil she is. "I couldn't do anything but accept you, Zan. I fell in love with you the minute I found out you were the one that decorated my bed in Nicolas Cage."
Gods in The After.
I have never heard anything more beautiful in my entire life.
Which is why I give her my most mischievous smile and ask. "You love me?"
"Yes, you ass,” Frankie growls, trying again to wiggle her hips. "I love you, I'minlove with you, but if you don't mate me in the next few seconds, I'm probably going to climb off of you and use one of the fifty-three dildos you gifted me to get the job done myself."
I bark out a laugh that turns into a moan as I thrust into her deeper than before. "My darling girl, if anyone uses the toys I've purchased for you to pleasure your most delicious cunt, it will surely be me from this point forward." Pressing her back harder to the wall I angle her hips. "You are mine, Frankie. Mine because I am, in fact, in love with you, you are my mate and there is nothing on Earth or in The End that will change that."
I lean forward and kiss her, kiss her hard and deep and relish in the way she kisses me back just as urgently.
This is pure heaven, better than any paradise, sweeter than eternity in The After.
One more languid thrust ends my torture and I begin pumping my hips faster, harder, deeper; pound myself into Frankie's incredible body until a new feeling inside me takes root.
I can feel myself start to almost change. My blood crackles beneath my skin, my body sizzles with an electric current more intense than any I've yet to experience with Frankie and when her walls begin to flutter around me, to constrict and squeeze my cock, my eyes snap to hers.
Lust and so much fucking love stare back at me and the longer I look, the longer I hold her gaze while I pump into my mate, I can actually physically feel our bond solidify, feel it weave our hearts together as one. And when I see Frankie's pupils turn silver, see them expand and glaze the same way mine do, I know without doubt that we are two halves of the same whole finally joined once again.
"I love you,” she gasps as one single tear rolls down her cheek. Then Frankie throws her head back and screams it, screams her love for me at the top of her lungs as my thrusts turn brutal, as her pussy clamps down on my cock so hard I have no choice but to come.
