“I hate you for this,” he growls before lowering his hand to replace it with his mouth. This time I kiss him back hard, rough, our teeth scraping together, my lips stretching and bruising.
I manage to bite his lip, and he stiffens in surprise—then lets loose in a furious barrage of deep, crushing thrusts that make me squeal in mixed pain and excitement because yes, yes, he’s going to make me come again, he might shatter me into pieces, but I’m going to come first.
His cock touches something deep inside me, something that makes me go off like a rocket. There’s nothing for me to do but scream into his mouth, scream out all my fear and pain and loneliness and jealousy and even my hate because there’s so much of that, too. I let it all out until tears start to roll down my face, and there’s nothing left in me but blissful aftershocks.
Then he goes stiff, pulling his mouth away from mine to cry out a single word. “Delilah!” he roars with his head thrown back, tendons standing out on his neck while his cum spills onto my stomach.
For one moment, he’s not an animal or a murderer or a monster.
He’s mine, locked with me, lost in what only I can give him.
And then it’s over, and he collapses on his side with an arm draped over my stomach. Now I can breathe, and I do, taking deep gulps while little aftershocks ripple through me. I ache all over, but it’s a good kind of ache. There’s a satisfaction that goes along with it, something deeper than physical pleasure.
I slowly turn my head to the side, nervous to look over at him. His eyes are closed, and his breathing is beginning to slow. I don’t know what to say. I don’t know if there is anything to say.
As it turns out, nothing I could say would be better than him drawing me close, wrapping his arms around me. He doesn’t say anything.
He doesn’t have to. I understand him. It’s me I’m worried about because right then, I realized the one thing I was hiding from, running from.
I love him.Oh, my god. I love him, and there’s no way for me to let go. I can feel the tears fill my eyes, and I blink them back, not wanting him to see me cry. He has no idea, or maybe he does, and we’re both hopeless causes. All I know is I can’t unfall for him, so what do I do now?