Tonight. Only tonight.
It’s too late now.
I close my eyes in anguish over those devastating truths. Bronson positions himself, slowly nudging at my folds, dipping in shallow. I open my eyes to find him staring at me with a possessiveness that damn near scares me.
“Mine,” he growls, pushing all the way in, sliding his long thick cock to the hilt and pushing harder still, stretching the fragile tissue inside. I whimper at the invasion, at the feel of being filled so thoroughly.
He groans and bares his teeth as he starts to thrust, dragging his cock against the tight soft vice of my pussy and pounding back in. Out and in. “Such. A. Tight. Little. Pussy.”
I grip the nape of his neck and our noses slide together, our lips caressing gently with each rock of his body against mine. “I’m going to claim every part of this body. Remind you who you belong to.” He suddenly rears up, still pumping his hips at a steady pace, shaking with the ecstasy of the feeling of us together. His expression is one of agony and anguish.
Abruptly, he grabs hold of my throat, squeezing until my eyes widen with uncertainty. Pumping his hips faster, my body becomes overwhelmed by the rhythm of his.
And he’s rougher than I remember. Fucking me with all the hate he has for me and what I did all those years ago.
Our bodies become slick with perspiration. His eyes blaze, locked on my face. “Shoshanna,” he hisses, broken and guttural. “I’m not coming without you, baby.”
He rolls his hips against me, the thick length of him stimulating the muscles inside me that beg to be rubbed. Just like that. Hard. Fast. Fierce.
He has it.
Just there.
God.. .
Brushing his pelvis against my clit, he tickles my overworked nerves. My brain turns to mush over the sensation. I close my eyes and moan low in my throat as heat boils up inside me. The hand around my throat squeezes as my sounds of pleasure vibrate within it. I can only just breathe.
Just enough.
While his tight grip around my throat draws out fear and adrenaline, his methodical thrusts push in pleasure, and I’m lost in it. My pussy pulses around him violently with each inward stroke, grabbing hold of his cock, begging it to stay deep.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “I’m coming, baby.”
“God, Bronson. That.God.”
“Shoshanna.”
My body is a shuddering mess beneath him now, useless and lethargic and his to handle as I plummet into a frisson of pleasure. A violent growl erupts from him as he beats his hips harder, coming with a feral need to fill me. To claim me. To not waste a drop of what he wants me to take.
Eventually, his hips slow, but he stays deep.
My body hums from being fucked so thoroughly.
When he presses his forehead to mine, we breathe together in the whirl of bliss and melancholy. I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling overwhelmingly heartbroken and raw. All those years apart. . . We will never get them back.
Rolling his forehead against mine, I feel his brows tighten in anguish. “I’m so sorry, baby,” he chokes out, his voice hoarse and deep and-
I gasp as something punctures my neck. It’s so quick, I can barely process the sensation. He pulls back. I see the needle in his fist.Fuck.
I stare up at him wide-eyed. “What have you. . .” My voice falters as my tongue swells in my mouth, becoming heavy and thick and useless. My lashes. . . like lead, bat slowly, dropping like curtains over my vision. “Done?”
A rush of nausea takes me.
My head rolls on the mattress as a dark abyss crawls up my body, consuming my senses. My body becomes heavy, my head swarms in a thick haze.
“I’m so-“
I hear him, but the words are drifting away from me.