She rips open my shirt, making the buttons fly everywhere. She grins against my mouth as I return the favor and tear at her shorts. We keep going until both of us are naked. I pick her back up and press her into the wall once more.
“Tell me you want this.”
“I want this. I want you,” she whispers.
Hearing her voice after being deprived of it for so long almost drives me into a frenzy. I fist my cock as I hold her up with one hand under her ass and drag the blunt head across her slick entrance.
“Condom?”
“I’m clean and I have the implant. I haven’t been with anyone since Alec,” she whispers again. I growl, covering her mouth with mine in a short, brutal kiss.
“He’s not a part of this. Of us. He might have your past, but your future is all mine.” I slam inside her, making her scream. I give her a moment to adjust, my lips pressed to her ear so I can tell her what a good girl she’s being.
Once I feel her relax, I pull almost all the way out and slam into her again.
“I take it this means you’re clean too,” she moans, as I set a punishing pace. Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she holds on for dear life.
“As if I’d ever put you in danger.”
She chuckles, but that quickly turns into a gasp when I go deep. There’s a savageness to our lovemaking, a combativeness—almost like our anger at so many wasted years is fueling our lust.
I curse when she drags her nails down my back, scorching a path that I’ll feel for days and bringing me ever closer to the end. I don’t want this to ever end, but I knew the first time I got to be inside her was going to slay me.
“Play with your tits for me. I haven’t been able to get them out of my mind since I saw them covered in nothing but lace and blood.”
“Freak.”
“Only when it comes to you.”
I feel her flutter around me and know that she’s close. I wrap my hand around her throat and watch her pupils dilate a second before her eyes roll into the back of her head.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Give me everything.”
She squeezes my cock so tight as she whimpers my name, I’m half surprised it doesn’t snap in two. Only when I know she’sdone do I let myself go, filling her up and marking her in a way that makes her mine and nobody else’s.
Once we’re done, I grab a towel to clean us both up before I carry her over to the sofa and pull her into my lap. Unsurprisingly, my dick starts to harden again, but I ignore it.
“You spoke.”
She tenses, but I hold her and say nothing until she relaxes once more.
“Your voice wasn’t damaged in the crash?”
She shakes her head before looking up at me with pleading eyes.
“You’re not ready to talk about that yet? That’s fine, Sorrow. There’s no rush. I’m not going anywhere.”
She blows out a relieved breath before kissing my jaw and snuggling further into my arms.
“I’m sorry he hurt you.”
“It’s not your fault.” Her voice breaks, and she winces.
“Don’t. Your throat’s not used to you talking. Maybe just keep it to a whisper.”
She sighs but nods. “I meant what I said. It wasn’t your fault. It was Alec’s.”
“I can’t…I mean, why?” I shake my head. “There is nothing you can say, is there? Because there is never a reason to hurt a woman, especially the woman you love.”
