She moves slowly at first, driving me to the edge of insanity, with my cock deep inside her, needing and craving more. I move my hands faster, helping her take me as deep as she can while moving her hips. She lets out the sweetest moan, her head thrown back, and I pepper kisses along her neck and throat.
Closing my mouth around her skin, I bite and suck, leaving marks that will sear itself deep into the fabric of her soul.
“Remember,” she breathes, chest heaving, eyes drooping from the pleasure coursing through her. “You are never alone.” Her ragged breaths are hot against my lips as her arms move around to my back, nails digging into my skin, which only spurs me on. “I’m always here for you.”
I don’t answer, feeling too overwhelmed, as I thrust deeper into her, until she’s grinding faster, taking me deeper, moaning out my name for the wild animals to hear in the forest beyond this hell house.
The moment I hit the spot inside her, she arches her back, moaning louder. Sweat coats both of our foreheads, and I keep driving into her, thrusting upward as if I never want to let her go.
Our bodies seek refuge in each other, her lips parting in a cry of ecstasy. She’s the most beautiful fucking woman on this earth.
“You fucked up, little doll. If you think I’m leaving you, you’re wrong. I will follow you to the ends of this world. Even if you leave me, I will.”Thrust. “Always.”Thrust. “Find you.”Thrust.
Her eyes widen. “You’re wrong,” she breathes. “I’m the one who will never let you.”
I thrust harder into her then, our bodies moving in a symphony of desperation. My spine coils, muscles tightening, as my body is ready to snap. Naya’s movements become more urgent, her nails digging harder into the skin on my back,leaving marks that might scar.
“I fucking love the pain you cause me,” I whisper against her mouth before claiming her lips again.
The orgasm hits me as she clamps around me, her body tightening with another cry.
We both come undone, and I think that maybe the house might not be so haunted after all.
Not when she’s here with me. My little doll.
”Did we just fuck inside your brother’s room?” she asks, lips twitching.
I look around with a smirk, eyes glinting at her. ”I guess we did. But we’ve fucked in even worse places.”
Chapter 11
Grey
The whistling wind outsidethe window, the branches knocking against the panes, and the pattering rain were the only sounds during that first night. Nothing else happened; no one broke into the tattered room that used to be my brother’s, and no one so much as entered the yard outside the manor.
We were safe, as safe as we could be.
Days passed—almost two weeks—and I began to believe the note we saw was just a figment of our imaginations—exhausted brains conjuring something from nothing. Oddly, it’s been easier sleeping in this broken bed with only each other for warmth than it ever was in the motel. Perhaps because of the looming threat of civilization.
We found solace here, but all good things must come to an end.
I sit in bed, my back aching from the uncomfortable position I’ve held while staring out the window and into the woods beyond. Naya fell asleep a while ago, her body curled up into a ball behind me. She’s snoring lightly, with chestnut brown hair falling over her face, the blue ends worn out. I brush it behind her ear. She looks so peaceful—far from the broken expression she wears when she’s awake.
I drag a hand over my face, exhaling heavily.
Our money is running out, and our food is scarce. We haven’t yet been willing to leave the bubble of safety we’ve created here in each other’s embraces.
But I know it’s time. We will never survive if we continue like this.
There is only one thing we can do. ThatIcan do if I want to give Naya a shot at survival.
Quietly, I stand from the bed, making sure to avoid the creaking floor planks. I cannot risk waking her up, or she will never let me go.
Tip-toeing over to the door, I remove the broken chair leg and carefully place it on the dusty ground. Before exiting the room, I grab my jacket and close the door behind me. I hate leaving her alone, not being able to lock the door to protect her.
As soon as I step into the hallway behind, a cold wind brushes over my entire frame. The dead of the night creates small puffs of smoke as I breathe in, then out, making the chill even more evident. I attempt not to let my teeth clatter as I get out of the house without making another sound, not wanting to alert her.
It’s time to meet my past.
