I Get To Be With You

Chapter 40. 'It's not hell ...

He, triumphant, with his breathing equal to or more agitated than mine, placed himself on me again, and in all the work, it was the first time that our eyes finally met.

"Are you sure ... this is what you want? I'm afraid that I may leave you ... decomposed. "Letting out that cynical laugh that characterized him so much, as if I had the opportunity to deny him.

As if I wanted to.

"I didn't think you were capable of feeling... compassion? "After pushing the limits of sanity, he wasn't going to let her back down. "Or ... did you flinch? "I wanted to finish what we started because, otherwise, I did not know what it would be capable of.

"As you wish. "Feeling a stimulating pang in my lower part. "I'll make sure ... you don't regret it, maybe. "His voice, unrecognizable docile, was the only pity I perceived from him all night.

My arms worked like harnesses clinging to his back, while, with each thrust, the growls that he gave off from him echoed in the recesses of my being, as well as the overwhelming push of him inside me.

My forces diminished exponentially and gradually with each one of his revolutions that increased his frequency and vigor.

It was then that I thought I was losing consciousness due to the cloak of his vigor that straddled his thighs, while my wings spread to my sides when I felt him deeper inside me, causing me to escape a euphoric growl.

Instinctively, my hands dug into his back as he felt him struggle to breathe, unless he had mistaken his predicament for mine.

We were a blasphemy for modesty, decency or, failing that, common sense.

His hands, with assiduous habit, slid into the birth of my wings, and for a moment, he could swear that my soul was detached from my body. The pleasure I was experiencing was insane, and I was enjoying it to the full.

His fingers moved slowly and tortuously between each space of my feathers, and I felt compelled to distract him with my mouth on his to give rest to my agitated heartbeat, without success; rather the complete opposite.

He anchored me to him with more certainty, more skillfully timing our seizures.

It was as if he was afraid of falling apart, clinging desperately to me, with no hint of fatigue. And I knew it perfectly because ...

I felt the same.

My chest would be counted sharply, as if the oxygen was not enough, while his tongue would go back to my neck as if it were marking his territory.

It was overwhelming not to throw myself into total abandonment and, even more to forget, at least for one night, for an instant, that he was a hero who interpenetrated with one of the most dangerous villains.

It was a matter of time before so many upheavals led to the greatest climax I have ever experienced.

I collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.

He accompanied me shortly after, but not before having made me participate in his orgasm.

"If this was my last wish," he breathed, audibly ecstatic. "I wouldn't mind if you killed me now ... "letting out a sordid laugh.

The last thing I wanted was for him to show off his incredible feat, but for proof, my body was, motionless, with enough energy to cling my languid soul to it.

"But enough games. "Holding my neck less roughly than I expected, forcing me to look at him. "What are you planning ... with all this?

To be honest, I was not sure how to do it, but what I was sure of was that, in addition to needing him alive, I had to keep him under surveillance.