Her eyes closed, and she squeezed the bedspread.
“Look at me, Scarlett,” I ordered.
Her eyes came open slowly.
“That's it, baby. Keep your beautiful eyes on mine.”
“Mmm.” Her eyes closed again, her head lolled forward, and she clenched around me.
Something incoherent spilled from my lips, a prayer, a curse.
I demanded to look her in the eye.
When I pulled out, she begged for more, her hands ravenous, greedy, ripping off my coat and throwing it to the floor, my shirt next. Her mouth followed her hands, biting me, wounding me with her teeth.
Somehow in the greed, we both freed each other of the masks, not a fucking thing between us but flesh, blood, and bone.
She fell back against the bed once she had had enough, opening her legs for me, seizing me by the ass and pulling me forward, both of us losing our breath as I fucked her again.
She was hotter, wetter, holding me tighter than any fist could.
“Tell me,” she pleaded, raking her fingers along my back. “Show me. Show me how much you want me.”
I slowed my movements before I slammed into her, making her cry out, my name on her tongue. Then I slowed again, needing her to feel each thrust deeper.
Her body silently demanded something of mine, though, and refusing to deny her, I gave her exactly what she needed.
To feel how raw I had been, how insane, how sick.
My body moved to serve hers.
A noise in my throat, a growl, a groan, something guttural, seemed to rattle my chest, and it drove her wilder.
I met her insanity and raised it a notch.
I was breathless, almost sounding like a dying animal. It was brutal, and with each stroke, my blood poured into her wounds, healing them at the cost of my own.
Then we met at the place where all that I am yields to her, and all that she is yields to me, and we collided.
The moment of complete surrender, where all that she is becomes mine, and all I am belongs to her.
We came at the same time.
It left me lightheaded, almost dizzy, and I had to rest my head against her chest to keep from falling to my knees. My breath ricocheted off her skin, coming back to me fast and warm. Her heart pounded against my forehead, and her hands reached up, entwining in my hair.
A knock came at the door. It sounded like the fist might come through the wood.
“Wha—” Scarlett began, but a succession ofBAM! BAM! BAM!drowned out her question.
I sighed, having a feeling who it was, or was related to. Time ticked.
“Make yourself presentable," I said, picking my pants up from the floor and pulling them on.
It took her a few minutes to settle herself, using the mirror to fix her hair.
“You look beautiful,” I said, watching her.
She gave me a hesitant smile. Shy, but not at all apologetic. Finding our masks, she secured mine and I secured hers before she nodded to the door.
