Graves

by Katelyn Taylor

“Are you okay?” I can’t help but let out a humorless laugh. “Me?” He nods seriously. “He touched you.”

“Do you really think once would ever be enough for either of us? I’m just getting started, baby.”

“Now,” he starts, his hand on my thigh, squeezing tightly. “You’re mine.”

The man looks and fucks like a Greek god. He’s fiercely protective and also surprisingly kind. Soak my panties and sign me the fuck up.

“Baby, I would never let anything happen to you. If you didn’t want to be with me anymore, we would figure it out together. You’ll never be without a home again, I promise. Even more so, there is no possibility in this fathomable universe where you and I aren’t together until the end of time. You’re mine, Blake, and I’ll never let you go.”

“Goddamn, your cunt grips me so good. Tell me how much you love my cock in you. Say my name,” he groans.

“He’s not going to be the only one inside you with nothing between you two. You’re mine, baby, and now I’m gonna fuck you like it.”

She’s not choosing him. She’s not choosing me. She’s choosing us. We could both fight it, tear each other apart in the process, but in the end, it will only hurt her. She wants us, and whatever she wants, she gets.

“I’ll love you until the end of time, angel. In this life, the next and every single one to come. It will always be you.”