Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 510: Sin And Soul And Sweat

Chapter 510: Sin And Soul And Sweat

Beau sank into me like prayer—slow, deep, reverent. "God, sugar," he breathed. "You feel like sin and salvation all wrapped in fire."

I moaned into his mouth, biting his lip as he started to move.

Every thrust was perfect. He fucked me like he meant it—like it mattered. Like I was the only damn thing in the world that had ever truly satisfied him.

Beau wasn’t just touching my body, he was offering it everything he had without saying a single word.

"I’m yours," he whispered, voice cracking. "You already know that. But this..." He pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes. "This is my soul, sugar. No flames. No ritual. Just you...you own it."

I blinked at him, heat and tears rising together. With a soft smile, he kissed them away.

And then he fucked me harder.

I didn’t even notice when we broke the bed. I think it was somewhere between the third and fourth orgasm and the biting, that we cracked the headboard clean off. By the sixth, the legs could no longer support us.

But Beau didn’t care, and neither did I.

By the time we collapsed into a tangled heap of sweat and breath and laughter, I couldn’t feel my legs and he couldn’t stop kissing my shoulder.

"Still hungry?" I teased, running my fingers through his wet hair.

He chuckled into my skin, nipping at my collarbone. "For you? Always," he purred.

Even though he had already come, he still slowly moved in and out of me, and I wrapped my legs around his hips tighter, refusing to let him come out. "I’m not going anywhere," he promised me. "But I don’t think I’m allowed to still be inside you for this next part."

"If you leave, I’ll skin you and add it to the shelf," I promised him, my eyes narrowing on his face. "I don’t care the reason."

Beau chuckled and kissed my forehead. "Right, because there are no perfect moments unless you make them. Well, sugar, this is me making my perfect moment." Coming off my chest so that his forearms were taking his entire weight, Beau looked into my eyes, his expression soft.

"I, the Sixth Deadly Sin of Gluttony, give you my soul," he started and I held my breath. "Let me be the one to comfort you when you need a shoulder, let me the one to make you smile when all you want to do is cry. I promise to show you the joys of doing everything to excess. Let me be your partner in crime, let me walk beside you for the rest of eternity...knowing that I will never need more as long as I have you."

My breath caught in my chest as he lowered himself down and kissed me on the lips. "I didn’t think you would," I whispered when he let us come up for air.

"Idiot that I am, I was waiting for the perfect time," he smiled sadly at me. "Otherwise, I would have offered up my soul the first second I could. I just thought that you wouldn’t want someone like me."

I kissed him again. Slow. Deep. A thank you and a promise. "Glutton," I whispered against his lips, shaking my head. How could I not want him?

"And proud of it," he murmured. "Now hush, sugar. I’m not done yet."

What can I say? The demon wasn’t lying.

Beau didn’t give me time to breathe before his mouth was on me again—hot, slow, deliberate. He kissed down my throat, across my chest, between my breasts, like he was memorizing me cell by cell. One of his hands slid down to my thigh, pulling it up and over his hip until I was wide open for him again.

My body still pulsed with the last orgasm, and already I felt myself aching for another.

"You ever get tired?" I murmured, gasping as he sucked a mark just beneath my ribs.

"Of you?" he said between kisses. "Never."

He slowly pulled out of me, only for his fingers to find their way between my thighs, stroking me with maddening patience. "I dreamed about this," he whispered. "Of you beneath me, panting, begging. You don’t even know what you do to me."

I bucked against his hand, groaning. "Then show me."

He growled low, then kissed me with heat and hunger, sliding two fingers inside me as his thumb circled just right.

"Beau—" I gasped, arching into him.

"Let me taste you again," he begged, voice rough. "Just once more."

I couldn’t say no. I didn’t want to.

He moved like smoke and heat, sliding down between my legs, pressing my knees open as his mouth met my soaked core. Where before he had been desperate, now he was patient. Worshipful.

His tongue moved slow and deep, tracing every nerve like a language only he could speak. His fingers gripped my hips, holding me in place as I writhed beneath him.

I was already so sensitive, and yet— "Oh my God," I gasped, fisting the sheets.

"Wrong name," he murmured against me, the vibration wrecking me all over again. "I guess I am going to have to work harder for you to remember who brought you all this pleasure."

When my next orgasm hit, it hit hard. I cried out, back arched, body shaking as I came undone against his mouth. But this time, he didn’t stop.

He didn’t slow down.

He doubled down.

"Too much," I gasped, trying to push him away.

He caught my wrists, kissed the inside of my thigh, and gave me that devil-may-care smile. "You’ll survive, sugar. And if not... I’ll die a happy man."

And then he slid inside me again. No warning. No hesitation. Just Beau—thick, hard, and so deep it knocked the breath from my lungs.

My moan turned into a sob. He swallowed it with a kiss.

This time, there was no finesse. No teasing.

Taking my hands, he pinned them above my head, hips snapping into mine with every thrust, skin slapping against skin like percussion behind a symphony of sin. "You were always mine," he rasped into my ear. "From the first moment you said my name like it tasted sweet. You just didn’t know it yet."

"I know it now," I choked out, my body stretched so tight I felt like I might explode.

"Say it," he growled. "Who do you belong to?"

"You," I gasped. "I belong to you."

"Again," he demanded, his eyes bright orange as he continued to pound into me. "Whose are you?"

"Yours, Beau. Fuck—yours."

The growl that left his throat was feral. He slammed into me harder, and I came again with a scream, dragging him down with me.

He cursed, loud and raw, spilling into me with a shudder that made his whole body lock.

We stayed that way—frozen, shaking, tangled in each other, barely human anymore.

Just sin and soul and sweat.

And it was absolutely perfect.