would y/n still had brought him close? Would she still let his hands wander around her body? Would she let him lay her down on the old mattress that smells of dust?

She tells herself no. She would never let him if he killed those kids. But what about those other people that died?

All though his hands are washed with soap, blood still sticks underneath the skin. She embraces a murderer. His red hands dye her skin a sickly pink. Or maybe that's just her blushing, because she finds herself wanting the murderer above her.

She wanted to fear him, as he took her arm and locked her inside the room with him. She wanted to fear him as he cleaned the blood off his hands. She wanted to fear him as he approached, but her thoughts were only clouded with one thought.

He didn't do it.

His hands snake around her waist, and she grabs his shoulders, pulling him closer.

She could help him change

Her head tilts up, looking up at Thomas through her eyelashes. Her lips part slightly, an invitation for Thomas's own hungry ones.

Her heart beats like a deer aware of being stalked. An impending doom looms above, but instead of running, she accepts the beastly desires. All practical sense leaves her, as Thomas leans down and smashes his lips against hers.

She melts against him, letting him pry open her lips and force his tongue inside her mouth. A grunt resonates deep within his chest, a hungry sound that sends y/n's head spinning.

She reaches around and removes his mask, giving full access to his face. His hands grab hers, removing the gloves and tossing them to the floor. Air escapes her mouth in a hiss of surprise as he picks her up and tosses her on the mattress.

Wasting no time, Thomas gets on top of her, the bed dipping beneath their weight.

Y/n's hands go to his shirt, helping him lift it over his head. Her eyes drink up the sight of him hungrily. His bulky body, the hair on His chest, his unkempt happy trail. His hands find the bottom of her shirt, doing the same. His eyes fall to her bare chest. No bra, she didn't put one on that morning.

She's suddenly very self-conscious. She doesn't meet his eyes as they from down to the burn scars on her stomach and hip. His hands touch the scars lightly, sending a shiver through her body.

His other hand comes up to her face, lifting it up so she looks at the ceiling. His mouth comes down on her neck. She gasps as he kisses there sloppily.

He shakes against her. She doesn't doubt the man is a virgin, and this is his first time laying eyes on a naked woman at all. His inexperienced hands go to her breasts, grabbing too roughly.

"Thomas!" She gasps.

He grunts, moving down to bite the top of her left breast. She hisses in pain, hand flying up to his shoulders.

He gains his composure, leaning back and grabbing at his zipper. Y/n helps, hands shaking.

His dick bounces out, hard and ready. Y/n's eyes widen at it.

It's an average length, a good four inches, but his girth was unreasonable. Though, it makes sense with the rest of his body.

Thomas huffs impatiently. Maybe a little self-conscious as well.

Her hands grab it softly. He straightens up as her fingers trace a pulsing vein on it's side. The head is red and swollen. She finds the pit of her stomach churning with anticipation. A tingly sensation, making her head spin once again.

Her hands fumble with her own zipper, pulling off her shorts, than her underwear. Her wet heat gapes at Thomas, begging for him. She leans back on the pillows as Thomas gets back on top of her, his head burying in the crook of her neck. His hair tickling her face.

She opens her legs for him, as his clumsy hands lead his cock to her entrance. She helps him, both gasping as he slips in.

Only a few centimeters. Not even a whole inch. His girth makes it difficult to adjust, but eventually, he gets himself all the way in.

He fills y/n up so nicely. Her fingers dig into his back, as he starts to move.

He's slow, unpaced and sloppy. If not for his thickness, she may have felt nothing. But his cock brushes against her walls, in and out.

Thomas grunts in her ear, picking up the pace. Wet sounds start filling the room, along with y/n's whines and Thomas's grunts.

Her hands go up to his dark hair , tangling them in it and pulling him closer to her. She traces kisses down his neck, as he huffs softly.

She feels his dick twitch inside her. He wasn't going to last much longer. His breathing gets heavier and his thrusts uneven, sloppy and wet.

A single coherent thought finally rises from her cloudy head. She grabs his head and pulls it away, looking him in the face.

"Don't cum inside me, okay?"

He grunts in reply, thrusting a few more times, before pulling out and cumming on her leg.

He rolls off of her, out of breathe. Y/n wipes some sweat off of her face. Before sitting up. Her messy hair sticks to her face, as she looks over at Thomas. His eyes are closed.

They open when he notices her getting up. His hand grabs her arm, suddenly loving.

"I have to clean myself up, Thomas."

She grabs a towel and wipes away the many liquids. She did not believe in the whole "purity" thing, but she knew that she should be disgusted with herself for having sex with a murderer.

She wasn't in a right state of mind. Fear, adrenaline, it clouded her brain. She wanted to blame that, but as she lay with him that night, she was truly convinced that she could change this murderer.

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Laura nods. Parking the car. The two get out, eyeing the little market in front of them.

"How is it still in business? The meat factory closed down." He asks, stepping up to the door.

"No idea. But she's here, her car is right over there." Laura points to an old, beat up thing.

"The owner?"

"Yup. Old lady Luda Mae."

This chapter was pretty gross to write. I had planned there to be smut in this book, but I was originally wanting something more loving. I didn't think it fit the context here, though, so it's more hungry I guess?

My account's more known for risque writing, but this was my first time writing a smut chapter with a dude in it. I hope it was. . . Bearable. Anyway, strap in because the next final chapters are coming. And they're heavy.