Chapter 267
“Afin,” he growls, thrusting to me with renewed vigor. The Waist, pulling him even closer.
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The position allows him to go deeper, and wrap my legs around his
My hands clutch at his shoulders, nails dipping into his skin as he pounds into me. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body, quickly building toward another peak. Arthur’s
venients grow more erratic, a sign that he’s getting close
“Fuck, Iris, you feel so good,” he pants against my neck. “Sotight wet for me.”
His words send another jolt of arousal rough me. I love when he lks like this–raw, unfiltered, saying exactly what he’s thinking. It makes me feel desired, even powerful in a strange sort of way.
“I want to feel you come again,” he continues, his breath hot agad my ear. “Come on my cock, Iris. Let me feel you,”
His thumb finds my clit again, rubbing in light circles that match the rhythm of his thrusts. The other hand cornes around to gently stroke across my backside, thumb gently pressing against my darkest hole–just enough to make re gasp and tighten with pleasure.
The combination is too much. I feel myself tightening around him again, my second orgasm crashing over me with even more intensity than the first.
“Arthur!” I cry out as my body shudders. “What was
Before I can finish, he grins impishly and lifts his hand–the one that was stroking my clit–and slips his thumb into my mouth. Gasping, I swirl my tongue around the tip, tasting myself as my eyes lock onto his. He groans, his thrusts becoming desperate and uncoordinated as he watches me taste the evidence of my own pleasure.
“Inside,” I gasp around his finger. “I want to feel you”
That’s all the permission he needs. With a final, deep thrust, he buries himself inside of me and comes with a guttural growl that might be my name, although I’m not entirely sure. I feel him pulsing, shuddering, and then finally going still
We stay like that for some time, still joined, forebeads pressed together, both trying to catch our breath before we attempt to nove. The bathroom floor is soaked, water everywhere from the b. It’s going to be quite the mess to clean up, but right now, 1 could honestly care less.
Eventually, Arthur pulls back slightly. He presses a tender, open–mouthed kiss to my lips, then my neck, then my shoulder before he pulls out and helps me down from the vanity. We clean up quickly after that, both eager to get to bed. The tub is drained, towels are thrown on the floor to soak up the worst of the water, and fresh ones are used to dry ourselves off.
By the time we collapse into bed, my body feels pleasantly empty and light. Arthur pulls me close, my back to his chest, his arm tucked around my waist. His breathing evens out quickly, and I follow soon after.
I’m back at my exhibition, but the gallery is empty except for me and Veronica She’s wearing that red gown, the one that caught the light so beautifully when she played the piano.
Except now, as she moves toward me, I notice something is… wrong. The hem of her dress is wet, dripping, with…..
Blood..
“Today they adore you, tomorrow they’re on to the next shiny thing.” she whispers, circling me like a snake. The diamonds on her dress cut my skin, and I gasp, stumbling backwards–only to be shoved back toward her by invisible hands. Cameras flash around us, and she strikes a pose, then another. Elegant, Poised. Statuesque,
“The star–crossed lovers reunited is compelling now,” she murmurs, grabbing my hand, spinning me, then dipping me below her as the cameras flash. Her diamonds cut my wrists and palms,
Before I can catch my breath, she pulls me upright. “But what happens when that story gets old? People will start to wonder if there might be a better match out there for him_”
Chapter 267
I shake my head as she forcefully spins me away. “No. No, that’s not
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Iris.” Arthur’s voice this time, Low, husky mocking. He catches me mid–spin, and when I look up, he’s in a suit. What’s red like the blood pooling on the floor around my feet. The blood on Veronica’s dress. The blood seeping from the deep slashes on my wrists and throat.
Arthur shoves me away, right into the crowd. The invisible hands pull at me, down, down into the blood. It’s deep, deeper than 1 imagined—an entire ocean of IL
“No. No
“Poor thing,” Veronica cods. She’s not looking at me. She’s looking at him.
They’re posing Cameras flash. A crowd roars. A plano materializes behind them, and Arthur lifts her, placing her on the edge He shoves her dress up around her hips, revealing a serpent’s taillestead of legs
Just as the blood comes up to my chin, he leans over her and whispers, mouth brushing hers, “They’ve already forgotten her ” The last thing I see before the blood engulfs me completely is Veronica’s snakelike tongue slipping into my mate’s mouth.
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