Fable of Happiness (Fable #2) by Pepper Winters

No.

This wasn’t right.

I didn’t deserve this.

“Stop,” I groaned, drowning under blistering pleasure.

“It’s okay,” she murmured, rocking over me once, twice. “Just let go.”

My mind flickered with sentences I should speak and actions I should do. She shouldn’t be doing this. Not after what I’d done.

Yet I couldn’t stop her.

I was hers.

Entirely, totally, permanently.

My jaw went slack as her wet heat grew hotter around me. My eyes snapped closed, and the electricity that’d existed between us since the moment she found me detonated outward.

It was in everything. In our breath, our blood, our bond.

I couldn’t understand how she could touch me after what I’d done. Couldn’t fathom how she was wet and willing and holy Christ, so, so wonderfully mine.

My cock swelled even harder inside her, filling her until there was no space between us. Not a single crack where our pasts or futures could find us.

We were just this.

Two people joined in the deepest way possible.

She slid up me then sank back down, grinding her clit on my base.

I choked and gasped for breath.

Devilish things roared through me. I wanted to grab her hips and hold her firm. I wanted to thrust up and mate. I wanted to hurt her, mark her, but I also wanted to run.

I didn’t want to hurt her again, yet she was forcing me to.

I wanted to do the right thing, but how the fuck was I supposed to do that when she sat on my lap with my cock twitching inside her.

I gulped, struggling to hold on to my last shred of humanity. “Please...stop.”

“It’s okay, Kas.” Her fingers locked into my shoulders, bracing herself to push up and sink down.

“Jesus, Gemma.” My chin fell onto my chest as she rocked up to my tip, allowing cool air to lick around my wet cock, showing me how lonely, how barren the world was without her in it, before sinking down, down until I made a noise that wasn’t a grunt or a growl. It was a tangled roar that pebbled her nipples and sent lightning crackling through my veins.

Powerful lightning.

Addictive lightning.

Lightning that had the power to incinerate all the darkness and all my past until we were nothing more than two people grinding together, writhing together, swept up and drowning on a forgotten mansion’s floor.

My arms ached to wrap around her. My fingers almost bled for the pleasure of touching her.

But I forbade any method of control.

She’d taken me.

She could have me.

I wouldn’t dominate her.

I wouldn’t direct or demand.

I was hers and completely at her mercy.

I grunted as she rode up, stealing my mind one piece at a time, claiming my heart until every broken fragment was hers.

I couldn’t catch a breath, groaning as she fucked me, stroke by stroke, replacing all the pain of sex with all the pleasure of it.

When she’d hugged me before, it’d overwhelmed me. The sensation of her giving me something so innocent and meaningful had tipped me over an alarming edge.

But this?

This was more than any sex or kiss or touch I’d ever experienced. Not because I’d been a plaything and treated like trash, but because this was her. This was us. This was raw and elemental—the joining of two bodies long after two souls had met, acknowledged, and intertwined.

She rocked up again, and I came apart beneath her.

The tingle I’d been chasing and lost thundered back with a vengeance, catapulting down my spine and shooting between my legs.

Christ, it felt good.

Too good.

I was losing my goddamn mind.

“Give in,” she murmured, her voice adding kindling to the already hissing fire in my belly. Unlike the fire that’d burned me alive before, this one lived inside me. She’d conjured it and nursed it, turning a tiny spark into an uncontrollable inferno, glowing so bright it illuminated corners of my soul that were rotten and torn, granting sunshine into places where perpetual night once reigned.

After decades of agony, she granted me peace, and I struggled.

I didn’t know how to be.

How to be the man she deserved.

I raised my hands to push her away, but she moaned under her breath and rode me harder.

And I didn’t stand a goddamn chance.

The tingle morphed to outright annihilation.

I wanted to come so fucking badly.

I wanted to come in her.

Fireworks shot through my cock as my entire body bunched and my forehead furrowed with greed. She vibrated above me, a living angel knowing full well how enraptured I was by her touch. How desperate I was for friendship. How afraid I was of reaching for something that might not exist.

She sank deeper.

And that was it.

I threw my head back, my skull clunking against the wall. “Shit—”

I came.





CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

HE DIDN’T JUST COME.

He broke apart.

Wave after crippling wave, he gave in to me.

His belly rippled with shockwaves, his cock spurted over and over inside me, his breaths haggard, and grunts loud and animalistic. He didn’t speak. He was beyond speech. But each savage noise he uttered gave me all the thanks I needed. Every groan throbbed with gratefulness and manic desire.

I let him pump into me, vicious and needy as he suddenly wrapped his arms around me, trapping me over his lap, holding me down all while he purged every drop of evil into me.