I huffed a frustrated breath, drunk on the want, the need.
“But I can kiss you,” she added, moving her lips along my neck. Her tongue found my pulse, and I groaned. She ground against my cock, and I could feel the slickness of her arousal on me.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I rasped.
I grabbed her ass and rocked her against me harder. I wanted to be inside her again, but this was her show.
She circled her hips. The contact wasn’t enough, and it was driving me crazy.
“You feel that?” she asked.
“That’s mine,” I whispered.
“Then take it.”
I didn’t need any more permission; I moved my hand to guide myself and thrust up into her in one hard, unrelenting motion. She cried out, nails digging into my shoulder again, back arching.
I grunted, a shockwave of pain in my gut as I resisted the urge to move. “You okay? If you want me to stop, just say it.”
She didn’t respond, and I worried that maybe she had changed her mind. She had the knife back at my throat.
“Just say the word, Eden,” I insisted, rolling my hips once, despite myself.
“Please.”
“Please what?”
Her eyes were glassy and wild. “Please don’t stop.”
She faltered when I pulled her into me, and her hand slipped. I felt the tip of the knife nick my throat, warm blood beading down my neck. I grabbed the handle of the knife and wrenched it from her grasp, throwing it across the room. I heard it clatter to the floor somewhere in the corner. She kissed me on the mouth so hard that our teeth collided. My bleeding lip throbbed with pain as her tongue moved over the raw split.
I turned us, putting her on her back and pinning her wrists above her head. She fought, but it was a game.
“You’re not scared enough, Eden,” I whispered. I tightened my grip on her wrists and I felt her tremble. “Is this what you really want?” I asked, voice all grit.
She struggled against me.
“You have to say it. You have to say you want it rough, that you want itreal, or I can’t give it to you.”
“Yes, fuck yes,” she gasped. “I want it to hurt.”
I grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over, losing that connection with her briefly. The air in the room was ice cold against my overheated skin. I shoved back into her and she screamed into the mattress, fists clenching in the sheets. She rocked back into me, meeting every thrust like a challenge, colliding into my hips when I drove forward.
She tried to get onto her elbows to give herself more leverage. I could feel her tightening around me, her body quaking as she neared climax, but I wasn’t ready to let her be there yet. I pushed her upper body back down, hoisting her lower body further up at the same time. I withdrew from her, and she growled something into the mattress.
I slipped two fingers inside her wet heat, curling slowly, then I removed them to circle her swollen clit.
“Tell me you hate me,” I whispered, free hand moving across her back restlessly like I didn’t know what to do with it.
“I hate… I hate that I love you,” she said, voice still muffled by the sheets.
I stopped. That was a hurt that – even in this scenario – didn’t seem fair.
Chapter thirty-seven
Eden
“Because it Means Something”
