Chapter 79

SEVENTY-NINE

XERO

Amethyst gazes up at me through bleary eyes. Mascara has run down her cheeks, making her look beautifully wrecked. My balls draw up at the sight of her, so eager and flushed and ready for my cum. It’s almost enough to have me spilling over the edge.

Almost.

But I don’t plan on climaxing before my little ghost.

Her breasts bounce as she sits on her ass, and I guide her onto her back. Seeing her laid out for me on the rug with the fire casting a warm glow over her skin is nothing short of heavenly.

Amethyst is a masterpiece of soft curves and dips. I take in the sight of her beneath me, her body trembling with need. Her breasts are full and round, her nipples hardening for attention. I glance between her thighs and groan, captivated by the wetness glistening on her pink folds, slick and inviting.

Her body, which was once an intoxicating blend of innocence and beauty, is now one of an equal. The scars adorning her skin tell tales of battles she’s survived, and the vengeance she’ll wreak on our mutual enemies.

Breathing fast and shallow, she reaches for my shirt. I move closer, positioning myself between her creamy thighs. My fingers trail down her belly, making the muscles beneath her flesh quiver.

“Xero,” she whispers, “You’re wearing too much.”

A smirk pulls at the edges of my lips. “Then you know what to do.”

She slips her fingers through the opening of my shirt and pulls hard, sending buttons scattering across the rug. My breath catches as she continues tugging until she’s exposed my chest and abs.

“Impatient, little ghost?” I ask with a chuckle.

As she runs her hands over my pecs, I trace my fingers over the slick contours of her pussy. Pride swells in my heart at her desperate moans. I tease her clit, making her hips jerk. Her gasps of pleasure are all the encouragement I need to slide two digits into her wet heat.

“Xero,” she moans, rolling her hips in time with my strokes. “I want more.”

My lips quirk. “Who am I to deny the woman I love?”

I add a third finger, savoring the way she trembles and arches at my touch. Over the past few days, she’s become less skittish, more responsive, and bolder than ever. I can’t tell if it’s the torture she’s been inflicting, her trust in me deepening, or the passage of time, but her confidence makes me lightheaded.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I growl, my voice thick with desire. “You were made just for me.”

She moans, her hips moving against my hand, and I lean down to press a kiss to her inner thigh. The scent of her arousal is intoxicating, a mix of musk and sweetness that drives me insane.

Her body arches with tension, with an urgent need, but I want to take my time and make sure she’s ready. I slide my fingers in and out of her tight heat, curling them to hit just the right spot. I revel in the way her face contorts with pleasure.

“Xero, please,” she says, her voice a desperate whisper.

“Tell me what you need,” I snarl.

Her breath quickens. She jerks on her back, making her breasts jiggle. “Please, Xero. I need you inside me.”

Desire overwhelms my senses. Arousal shoots straight to my cock at her raw need, and the edges of my vision go dark. Every instinct screams at me to pull out my fingers and replace them with my cock, but I force myself to resist.

Part of me still reels from the time she mistook me for Father. I know she’s no longer under the influence of hallucinogenic drugs, but I need to be sure this is what she truly wants. We’re on the precipice of a breakthrough. This has to go at Amethyst’s pace, not mine.

“Xero,” she cries.

My name on her lips sparks a primitive urge to claim and mark her as mine. Clenching my teeth, I snarl, “Can you handle it?”

“Yes,” she gasps out, her voice barely louder than a breath. Her fingers take my shaft in a death grip, pulling it closer to her sweet, wet pussy. “Please.”

My cock twitches.

Not yet…

Not until she demands it.

“I’m already inside you.” I scissor my fingers, resisting the urge to position myself at her entrance.

Her breath hitches, and she squirms around my fingers. “I want you to fuck me, Xero. Please. I need to feel your cock.”

My digits slide out of her slick pussy. I take hold of my shaft and rub its tip of my cock against her folds. “Is this what you want, little ghost?”

She shivers. “Please, Xero.” Her voice breaks. “Fill me up. I need your cock. Fuck me.”

My chest thrums with satisfaction. There’s no doubt about it—she’s ready. But I’ve become addicted to the sound of her begging.

“You can do better than that,” I say, my breath shallowing.

Tears well up in her eyes and she cries out, the sound a mix of frustration and need. “I want you more than anything. I’ve been dreaming of this, needing this. Please, Xero, I’m begging you. Fuck me hard. Fill me with your huge dick.”

Her desperate pleas break the last of my restraint. With a growl, I thrust into her, feeling her tightness envelop my cock. The sensation is overwhelming, almost too much. I’m on the verge of coming, but I grit my teeth, not wanting to disappoint my little ghost.

Her pussy muscles clench and spasm around my shaft, pulling me closer, milking my every inch. I hold still, wanting to imprint this memory forever.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I groan, my voice rough. “So perfect around my cock.”

She whimpers beneath me, her body trembling. “I almost forgot you were so big.”

I push down to the hilt, and her pussy quivers around my shaft, adjusting to my girth. We lie together on the rug, gazing into each other’s eyes. This is the moment I thought we’d have during our conjugal visit. I planned on claiming her in the visitation room and telling her in person not to mourn my passing because I had a way for us to be together forever.

Her muscles stop adjusting around my shaft, leaving her body open to me completely. Only then do I move with deliberate thrusts, driving into her slick heat with a careful rhythm.

Clenching around my cock, she moves her hips in counterpoint to my thrusts, giving back as much pleasure as she’s receiving. The rhythm quickens, our bodies moving as if we’ve been together for years instead of weeks.

“Tell me how it feels,” I growl, my lips brushing her ear.

“Incredible… So deep… so good… but not enough,” she moans, her body trembling.

I move faster, spurred on by her cries for more. Her body arches into mine, and I can’t get enough of my little ghost. Her tight, wet heat grips me like a vise, pushing me to the edge.

“Amethyst, you drive me wild,” I groan, my voice thick with desire. “Fucking you is like teetering on the brink of madness.”

Her moans grow louder, and I can tell she’s close. “Please, Xero,” she begs, her voice desperate. “Touch me. Make me come.”

I reach down, my fingers finding her swollen clit, and circle it in time with my thrusts. She cries out, her inner walls clenching so hard that my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“That’s it, baby,” I murmur, my own voice shaking with need. “Come for me. Show me how good it feels.”

Her orgasm rips through her walls, making her body convulse as she screams my name. I continue rubbing her clit, drawing out her climax.

While she’s still trembling from the aftershocks, I pull out, shifting her onto her hands and knees. The sight of her wet pussy from behind sends a surge of heat through my veins. Every primal instinct rears up to claim what’s mine. This time, I can’t ignore my urges.

Gripping her hips, I thrust back inside her, hard and deep, and she gasps, her pussy still quivering. Her tight heat envelops my shaft, and the sensation is almost too much to bear.

“Who do you belong to?” I growl, as I pound into her perfect cunt.

“You, Xero,” she moans, her voice breathy and raw.

I quicken my thrusts, driving into her harder, the beast inside me rutting in a frantic rhythm. “Say it again.”

“Xero. I belong to Xero Greaves,” she screams.

Her words send a thrill straight to my balls. I’m so close to coming that every nerve thrums.

“That’s my girl… That’s my sweet, wet, tight girl. Take it. Take it all. To the fucking hilt.”

I reach around, finding her clit again, and rub it with rough strokes, making her scream. We fuck like animals, our bodies slick with sweat, filling the room with the sounds of flesh smacking on flesh.

“Amethyst,” I growl, my voice hoarse with need. “I’m close... come with me.”

Her body tenses, and I feel her tightening around my shaft. Over and over, she squeezes, those powerful muscles clamp and spasming.

“Yes. Just like that. Milk me, drain me, take my soul. Fuck… you’re killing me. Clenching so tight. You don’t know what you do to me. I’m going to… I’m going to… Oh, fuck.”

I hold back, teetering on the precipice, wanting this moment to last, but it’s more than I can resist. Her climax grips my cock so hard that no force on earth could stop me from tumbling over the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, I explode inside her, shooting ropes of cum into her tight heat.

Afterward, we collapse together on the rug, our bodies spent and trembling, the fire casting a warm glow. I hold her close against my chest, feeling the rapid beat of her heart in sync with mine. Our breaths mingle as I brush my lips against her forehead, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair.

Whispering words of love and adoration, I tell her how much she means to me, how every moment with her feels like a gift. My fingers trace gentle patterns on her back, each touch a promise of my unwavering devotion.

For a moment, the world outside ceases to exist, and it’s just me and my perfect match, wrapped in the cocoon of our shared intimacy.

“Amethyst,” I whisper into her curls, my breath catching. “You have no idea how much I love you.”

She lifts her head, her eyes meeting mine with a softness that steals my breath. “How much?”

The vulnerability in her voice triggers every protective instinct. “I love you more than the blood in my veins. I love you more than the air in my lungs. You’re the first thing I think about when I wake, and the last on my mind when I sleep. I love you so much that every moment without you feels like burning in the pits of hell.”

“Xero,” she whispers.

“I love you more than words could ever capture, because you’ve always been mine. Mine long before we even met. No one has ever completed me the way you do. You’re it. My everything. My perfect match.”

Her eyes well with tears, but they’re from joy, not sorrow. Instead of demanding a response, I hold her tight, not wanting to push her before she’s ready. We lie together, entwined, savoring the fire’s glow and the depth of our shared feelings, cherishing our rare and beautiful connection.

An alert breaks through our special moment. With a groan, I grope around the rug for my pants and find my phone. One glance at the screen makes me stiffen.

“Who is it?” Amethyst asks.

“It’s from HQ. Dolly sent you a new video.”

Her brow furrows, concern etching lines on her beautiful face. “What’s it about?”

Another message pops up:

Dolly’s people just posted bail for Relaney Cymbal. Permission to pursue?

Amethyst’s breath catches. “We need to do something.”

I nod, my mind racing. “We will. Get dressed.”