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His teeth dragged along his botto “It’s y-you Ain’t near as ht when I’m around you It’s freedom”

Placingon to straddle his waist I drank in his naked form: muscles, tanned skin, colorful tattoos, pureat his beautifully rugged face, down his rough cheeks, down his neck, over his raised pink swastika scar

He flattened my hand to his chest “It don’t b-bother me”

I glanced up in surprise, then frowned, questioning, “Does it not? Those men carved up your chest”

He shook his head “It f-fuels er”

I bent down and pressed my lips to his As I pulled back, I slipped off his waist and clilimpse of him over my shoulder and he smirked in response

Walking to the black leather chair in the corner of the room, I picked up Styx’s Fender and made my way back to the bed

Styx rolled to his side, leaning on his hand “You want ain?”

I shookthe Fender in ” My eyes fluttered up to meet his

Styx’s ain “You anna play… f-for me?”

“I have been practising Beauty helped et some music and well, while you have been out on runs, I have learned a song for you” I kneas blushing bright red I could feel the fire under my skin

“Babe…” Styx whispered When I glanced at hied me to play with a jerk of his chin

Taking a deep breath, I positioned the guitar and began clu the first chords I watched as a proud smile spread across Styx’s handso

“I hope you’re the end of oes I hope you’re the last words I ever utter It’s never your ti each line exactly like I had practised Styx’s face lit up, showing pride had given way to utter adoration I , the lyrics a benediction on my lips

As I let the last chord of Pistol Annie’s “I Hope You’re the End of My Story” drift to a close, Styx ripped the Fender from my arms and tossed it to the floor

“Styx!” I squealed as he trapped h “Fuck, Mae…”

“Did you like it?” I asked as I squir around his broad back

“Mmm… babe Y-your voice… p-perfect”

Styx lifted his hips With one swift thrust, he plunged hiroan cascaded fro, the pressure, the fire… the perfection Linking his fingers around , forceful thrusts His hazel eyes never left mine as he burrowed hi my womb

“Styx,” I moaned as his movements became frenetic