Chapter 50

50

MINA

I didn't care that our love was wrapped with death, as long as we were together.

Then everything became agonizingly slow. I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears, and I could count between the beats like thunder, waiting for lightning, a thing I couldn't have done before.

And he was pushing in-in-in and I could feel every millimeter—no, micron—of him gaining me, stretching me, pushing my walls wide, while I whined, my jaw dropping impossibly slowly—then we both sped up, and he landed home, taking my breath and making me grunt.

"Did you like that my queen?" he asked from over my head, his black eyes bright.

I nodded helplessly.

"Good," he purred, and did it again, this time on his way out, dragging his dick out of me, setting every nerve I possessed alight, making me feel hollow at my core, before speeding us up to normal, and plunging deep. "I like it too," he said, and as he did it again I realized that we weren't having time-sex anymore—that I was about to get time-fucked.

So I groaned, and gave myself over to him completely.

I wanted every moment with him to erase some part of my history, to overlay the memories of how we'd gotten here and found each other, until there was only this place moving on—the unholy engine we'd created of him fucking me fast and then incredibly, almost painfully, slowly, as he drove me to the brink while still holding my heart.

I arched my hips up to take him, and had both hands on his wrist over my chest, daring him to plunge further, and to give me something to hold on to. "I need," I began, but the word stretched out as he pulled time like it was a rubber band, until he snapped it back to place inside me.

"What, my queen?" he asked, bending over to stroke his face against mine. "My love," he said, kissing me with his lips. The light shining from me to him when he was so close to me was blinding.

"To love you forever," I teased, while smiling, when he rose up. "But also to fucking come."

"One of those things I cannot grant you," he said. "But the other..."

"Just normal please," I added quickly. "Not that that wasn't so good, but—I don't need to be with you in surround sound."

"Surround—" he began to question and I cut him off.

"I just want you here with me, all right?" I asked, while nodding.

"Of course."

"Just soft. And gentle."

"While I hold your heart," he mused.

"Why not? It's yours," I said, and he bowed his head .

"Mina," he whispered.

"Shhhh," I said beneath him. "I'm still breathing." He put a clawed hand at my hip and drove himself up carefully. "Yeah—just like that," I said, and we started rocking in time. "Touch me too?"

"I can do one better," he said, and a tongue erupted out from just above his dick to lick me.

I laughed. "Oh fuck, that's cheating!"

"Anything to win," he said, lowering his lips again to kiss me again.

More and more of his arm was sinking into me—instead of holding my heart from above, he was grasping it from below, his whole forearm inside my chest—but I didn't care. I twisted my head to give him my neck, as I felt kisses begin elsewhere—some newly created part of him was sucking on my breast, while additional arms and hands grabbed my ass and helped to hold my thighs open. There was no space left between us anymore, he'd conquered all my light.

"You taste," he began, a low growl in my ear. "You feel," he said, and started sucking on my earlobe. "You smell," he went on, and I felt his breath on the back of my neck. "Like me."

"I'm so close, Sylas," I whined. "Make me come for you—and then come inside of me. Please?"

He made a sound that reverberated from all around me, and I felt his pace between my legs pick up, at the same time his tongues licked and mouths sucked. "Sy—las," I panted, stuttering his name—he was still being careful, it was just that I needed to come so badly it hurt.

"My beautiful, wise queen," he murmured, rocking me harder. I felt him stiffen inside me as I clenched and I knew we were going to come at the same time, which made an impossible amount of sense, being where we were. "Your heart—your fucking heart," he gasped .

"Sylas," I cried out, bowing my head down and curling my hips up, as he crashed his lips onto mine.

One stroke, one kiss, and it was like one orgasm flew between us, starting in me with my pussy that clamped him tight, and then him taking it and giving it back, shooting himself inside me as he shoved himself forward, and we did it all over again. I didn't know if he was slowing time on purpose or on accident, all I knew was that I wanted to stay like this, with him, forever—I could feel his cum in me, in a way that I couldn't feel his hand around my heart, it was hot, and made me feel full, until it splashed at the back of me and dripped back out.

"I would give you everything," he whispered in my ear, still thrusting into me. "If I could."

"I know, shh, I know," I said before crying out again. "Sylas?—"

"Mina," he growled, with one final, thudding shove, and then we were through.

I'd never come so hard in my life, and I didn't want to fall apart. I knew whatever moment we'd just had we would never find again.

He stayed on top of me for a long while appearing to breathe and possibly thinking the same thing, while I stroked my hands down his back until he slowly released me, all of my limbs at first, before rising up to carefully pull his hand out of my chest.

I felt the lack of him at once, panging me just as bad as when he withdrew the rest of himself from between my legs, and I was just myself again.

"I have never known a woman as I have known you," he said, looking down, his features as solid as they'd ever been before.

I kissed my fingertips and pressed them to his lips. "I should hope not."