She arched her back and pressed her hands against my chest. She was testing me again—straining my desire for her, enjoying the fact that I was helpless. My heart raced in my chest, and I met her eyes as she raised herself from my neck. She was keeping me on the brim, leaving me breathless.
“Kiss me,” she said with a deeper tone in her voice than what I was used to.
I took the bait. I grabbed her by her sides and forced her on her back, her legs opening to welcome me. I pressed against her. My erection throbbed in my dress pants as I lowered my lips to hers. They were soft, and her kiss was remarkable, just as I’d remembered. There was no way I could contain my desire for her. I pulled down the straps of her dress and dragged my lips over her shoulder. She quivered beneath me, causing a smile to form on my lips.
She lightly pushed me up, pulling the sleeves of my shirt off. She tossed the bloodstained shirt onto the floor and shifted from beneath me. Her cheeks flushed red, and her eyes were staring deeply into mine.
“Are you sure?” I asked her, apprehensive of whether or not she actually wanted to go through with it again. “I just want to make sure.”
She let out a deep breath. “Just kiss me harder.”
A shiver swept up my spine as I pressed her down harder, enjoying the sensation of her skin beneath me. I thrust my erection against her underwear, feeling her excitement and warmth, already welcoming me.
It was all I needed.
I ripped the dress from her body, lifting myself so that I could see her perfectly. I cupped her breasts in my hands, and her nipples puckered at my touch. I kissed her harder, deeper, thrusting against her. She reached down, opening the fly of my pants, undoing the button. She moaned softly through her opened lips, breathing into me. Her hair draped over her bare chest, her small breasts hardening.
“Oh my God,” she breathlessly moaned as I pulled off her underwear, feeling the warmth from between her legs.
I didn’t wait. I couldn’t.
I entered her, feeling her legs wrapping around me, wanting me. She brought her lips to mine, biting my bottom lip. She wrapped around me, and her arms pulled at my neck. She moaned lightly, as though her breath couldn’t catch up with the sensation causing her to contort at my every movement. I heard her chuckle as I thrust harder, bringing my hand to her throat. I held her down, enjoying the desperate expression on her face. I was overwhelmed.
She arched her back. Her legs pulled me in. Her nails dug into my back. I kissed her again, feeling her tightening around me.
“Yes. Right there.”
I kept on, harder, faster, as hard as I could go. Her mouth was opened slightly, soft moans emanating from the back of her throat.
At the same time, we reached our climax. My hand was still wrapped around her throat, and I eased my grip. Her face was red with desire, and there was a vein poking out from her forehead as her eyes flew back, her legs quivering around me.
It was all we needed.
I held her in my arms, enjoying the afterglow of our time spent together. Her cheeks were still flushed as she raised her eyes to mine. There was a sweetness in her expression, like honey, melting me completely. She was what I needed, and I didn’t want to let her go. The day had been filled with heartbreak, disappointment, and anxiety. Still, she somehow made it something that I’d want to remember, all because she was with me.
“How are you feeling?”
“Better now,” I said, keeping my voice just above a whisper. “Thank you for listening to me when we got home.”
She sighed and rolled over, laying her head against her hands. “It sounds strange when you call this place my home. It still doesn’t feel like home.”
“What does it feel like?”
Her gray eyes began to fill with tears, and her hair fell in front of her face, masking her saddened expression. “It still feels like a prison,” she said, her voice wavering. “I just want things to go back to how they were.”
It was as though she’d stabbed a knife in my chest. I could understand why she felt that way. I knew I’d feel the same if I were in her position. If she hadn’t been brought to our house, though, I would never have had the opportunity to know her the way I did. The thought caused my heart to skip a beat. I didn’t want things to go back to how they were, not for anything in the world.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that,” she said.
I hadn’t even realized that she’d read my discontent at her words so well. I was so accustomed to hiding what I was thinking. I let my guard down around her. She was the first one I’d been able to do that with since I’d arrived at the house and been in my father’s custody.
“It’s okay,” I told her and brushed the hair from her face. It was hard to witness the tears cascading down her heart-shaped face. Her gray eyes were rimmed with red from the tears. “I’m not upset about it. I understand.”
“I’m glad I met you.”
That warmth in my chest returned. “Really?”
She nodded softly, nuzzling closer into my chest and the pillow. “Yeah. You’ve been the only good thing since all this started.”
