Page 156 of I Will Mend You
“More,” she demands, her thumb sliding back and forth beneath my Prince Albert in a maddening rhythm.
“Please, little ghost,” I repeat, my voice cracking with desperation. “I’m begging you. Don’t torture me like this. Let me come for you.”
Her hand glides over my shaft in a slow, deliberate rhythm, each stroke delivering ripples of sensation. A low moan escapes my lips, mingling with her excited panting. I want to buck my hips, fuck her hand and take my pleasure in an almighty explosion of rapture. Instead, I ball my fists, letting Amethyst set the pace.
She pumps me faster, her eyes locked with mine, her lips so close that we’re breathing the same air. She’s feeding off my desperation. I never knew my little ghost could be so predatory. But then, this is the same woman who tortured a man to death and a woman to the brink of insanity.
The thought of her taking what she wants from me ignites a fire across my libido that spreads through my veins like lava. Tension coils tight within my core, and I teeter on the edge of release.
Her hand halts, depriving me of pleasure. My muscles tremble, straining to obey the silent command to stay still.
“Amethyst,” I moan against her lips, choking back a groan of frustration. “Fuck… Please…”
“You’re so close, aren’t you?” she murmurs, her breath hot against my ear, her lips brushing my skin like the softest silk.
“Yes,” I groan, my body trembling with the effort to hold back. “So close. Please, little ghost.”
She continues forcing me to beg until my words become an incoherent babble. Her thumb rubs back and forth over my slit, each stroke driving me closer to madness. Her gaze locks onto mine, the connection between us almost unbearable in its intensity. Tension mounts. The hunger in her eyes mirrors my desperation, amplifying our shared desire.
Rage rumbles like distant thunder at being teased so mercilessly. But it’s nothing compared to my overwhelming need to make her happy, to prove myself worthy of her trust.
“You’re doing so well,” she finally whispers, her voice a balm to my frayed nerves.
Her hand moves with renewed purpose, faster and firmer, driving me back to the brink of ecstasy. My breath comes in strangled gasps, my body straining towards release, every muscle taut with anticipation.
If she stops one more time, something inside me will crack. I need this woman more than I need air—more than I need the blood flowing through my veins. I need her more than I need the strength in my limbs or the electricity powering my heart.
Every second without her touch felt like a lifetime of hell, every moment without her love an eternity of torment. As though sensing my perilous state, she leans closer, melting her naked body into mine. Citrus, peach, and vanilla flood my senses, consuming what’s left of my sanity.
“Who do you belong to?” she asks, her strokes quickening.
“You,” I say through clenched teeth.
“Say my name,” she says.
“Amethyst. Amethyst Crowley. My little ghost.”
“Say my real name, too.”
I swallow hard. “Amaryllis Salentino.”
“Come for me, Xero,” she commands, her voice a siren’s call that shatters my last vestiges of control. “Come apart for your little ghost.”
With a final, shuddering groan, I explode, my release spilling over her hand. The pleasure is overwhelming, an inferno igniting every nerve, leaving me breathless and utterly spent.
Every muscle in my body trembles in the aftermath, my mind blank with ecstasy. I collapse onto the mattress, gasping for air, trembling through the aftershocks.
Her touch is the only thing anchoring me to reality, her fingers still tracing patterns on my skin. The room spins, the intensity of the moment overwriting everything that’s gone before. My body resonates with my slowing heartbeat, a reminder of the connection we just forged.
I lie on my side, trying to catch my breath, and turn to the woman who’s become my life’s purpose.
She smiles, her eyes shining with affection and triumph. “You’re mine, Xero. And I’m yours.”
The bond between us solidifies in that moment, and I know this truth, deep in the marrow of my bones. I will die for this woman, kill for this woman, slice through every living being on this planet for this woman. I would steal fire from the gods just to see the flames reflected in her eyes. I would tear apart the heavens to keep her safe, and face any measure darkness to hold her in my arms.
In her gaze, I find my destiny, my reason for existing, and nothing else in the world matters but her.
I thread my fingers into the back of her hair and pull her into a kiss that rivals the intensity of my climax. Her lips mold to mine with a burning fierceness. I’ve unlocked a new level ofconfidence in my little ghost that didn’t exist before, and I’ve never been so proud.