“We’re still in the past,” she said. “Look at the room, Noah. You created this. A like-for-like memory of one of the worst times of our lives.”
“Then why does it at times feel like it was one of the best times?”
She shook her head. “You’re blurring those memories. We were raped. We were tortured. We had to kill people to survive. What we had back then, it wasn’t real. This is not real.”
She stood up, staring at the walls.
“The only way for you to fight this grip that the past has on you is to let this go. When you’re ready.”
“I’ll get rid of it.”
“Noah, first you need to figure out why you built it,” she said, tucking some hair behind her ear. “I’m not judging you for this. I know how trapped I feel in my memories. How they scare the crap out of me. But, being here, I have two feelings for this place.”
“What are they?” he asked.
“One, this is the worst time of my life, ever. I don’t want to ever be taken, be kidnapped, be at someone else’s mercy again. Don’t forget that. We were not there of our own free will, and this is where you’re blurring the past. We weren’t there willingly. This wasn’t something we asked for, Noah.” She touched his cheek. “You need to realize that.” She stroked his cheek, withdrawing her hand. “I’m going to go and get some air.”
She got to her feet, but Noah reached for her hand, grabbing her and pulling her down onto the bed. In the process, she dropped her cup, and she heard it smash on the ground.
He had her on the bed, beneath him.
“What are you doing?”
He slammed his lips down on hers, silencing her. Her pussy grew wet as he began kissing down her body. Moving past her lips, to her neck, then down her chest. He sucked on each nipple, his tongue sliding across the hard peak. She arched up, moaning, wanting him, even as she knew they shouldn’t do this here.
This room brought with her so many memories.
She gritted her teeth as he kissed down her body, going across her stomach. His tongue slid between her slit with ease. She wanted him so much. There was no mistaking her need for him, how desperate she felt.
When he opened the folds of her pussy and licked through her slit, she was lost. She couldn’t think, let alone form a complaint.
He sucked on her clit, sliding down to her opening, plunging in deep. He gripped her hips, holding her up to his mouth, sucking on the flesh of her. The grip he had tightened even more as he held her close to his face.
“You taste so good. Just like I remembered.”
She cried out as he sucked her clit into his mouth, so hard that he used teeth scoring against her delicate flesh.
“You’re fucking mine, Skye. All mine.” He eased off the biting and flicked his tongue back and forth, and she felt that peak begin to build, unfurling deep within her, driving her higher than ever before. She couldn’t think or focus. There was just her and Noah.
Before she came though, he stopped, moving so that she was now straddling him on the bed. His back was against the wall, his feet hanging off the bed, and he moved her, putting her into the position he wanted.
He slid inside her so easily as she was so wet. Each slide of his cock, she heard the sounds of her own arousal.
“I want to feel you come all around my cock, Skye. All over my dick.” He began to thrust inside her, starting off slow, but that didn’t last long at all. He grabbed her wrists, holding them down to the bed as he fucked her harder, taking what he wanted, and she loved it. Even as she wanted to come, she waited, desperate to feel him. The hunger he had in his eyes, she never wanted that to go away. “You’re the only one for me, Skye. The only one.”
Over and over, he pounded away inside her, until he finally released her hands. She watched through tiny slits as he stroked a hand over her body, going to her pussy. When his fingers began to slide through her flesh, she nibbled her lip, arching up, moaning as he did so.
“Come for me, Skye.”
It was as if her body was his to command. All he had to do was snap his fingers and she was putty in his hands.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck, you feel so good. So good.” He began to rock inside her as she came. Each touch of his cock sent little lightning strikes inside her pussy, prolonging the pleasure of her release.
She couldn’t think or feel. Her entire body belonged to him, and there was no getting away from that.
Once the last of her orgasm ebbed, Noah was there, his hands in her hair, pulling on the strands, tilting her head back so she had no choice but to kiss him back with a passion.
Their past didn’t define them, and yet here they were, back where they started. Noah didn’t want her as a teenage boy. They’d been thrust into their world because of some monster. They were not the monsters; they were merely the victims of one.