My arms wrapped around his head, bringing his lips to mine as he started to move within me. I held onto him like he was the only thing keeping me tethered to this world, which he may have been.
“You’re so tight,” he breathed.
Every time that he sank his entirety within me, I found that I was close to tears. But that soon faded.
“You feel so…good,” I breathed between moans. After the initial effects of the pain had subsided, the pleasure had taken over and it was almost too much to bear. He consumed every inch of my body and I happily let him.
“Mine,” he said the words into my mouth. “You’re all mine.”
I didn’t have the voice to deny him. I didn’t think that I could even if I wanted to. As I let myself fall into yet another orgasm, I clutched around him, somewhere that I wanted to stay forever.
It both scared and excited me to no end.
Chapter Six
Marshall
“That hurts,” Trisha hissed as I dabbed a bit of the antiseptic on one of her deeper cuts.
I smirked, thinking back to something else that she thought had hurt but had taken anyway.
“Hold still,” I ordered her when she started squirming again.
My foot was already cleaned and bandaged thanks to her expert hands. The wound wasn’t that hard to clean, and it didn’t hurt. What hurt more was knowing that we had an entire kitchen of glass to clean up once we were done.
I held her feet between us, and it was an effort not to look between her legs and start another sweaty round. I couldn’t help that just being with her turned me on. I supposed that it was all the pent-up rage from the years that had gone by. Then again, I doubted that it had been rage. It was hurt and anger, yes. But I think that it was mainly a lot of sexual frustration.
“Why are you smiling like that?” Trisha asked, her voice small.
I shrugged. “You like me.”
She threw her elbow over her eyes to hide the flush that I saw spreading from her neck to her cheeks. “I may have had a crush on you.”
“Had?”
She sighed. “Have.”
I didn’t say anything for a while. God, had I known before she left, we could’ve prevented a lot of damage.
“I didn’t know that you had feelings for me,” she said once she removed her arm. “If I did, things would’ve been a lot easier.”
“Well, that’s one way of putting it.” It damn near summed up exactly what I was thinking.
I put a band-aid over the last of her wounds and placed her feet back on the ground near the couch.
“So,” she began when I went to clean up. “What now? Where do we take this from here?”
I paused for a second. “What do you mean?” I went back to dealing with the bloody tissues and pieces of cloth.
“I just…you like me, I like you. And we clearly want each other. So, where do we take it from here?”
I locked gazes with her. “Your brother would kill me,” I said simply.
Trisha squinted at me and then pushed to her feet. “You do realize that I’m a grown woman, right?”
“Yeah, but—”
“Are you just using Zane as an excuse to—”