I keep silent, taking her blows, knowing I deserve each one. It kills me to see her so wounded by what I did, but I can’t shake the fact that she’s still alive because of it. Things could’ve turned out differently if I hadn’t done it. I could’ve lost her.
And she could’ve lost you.
“I understand your obsession, Rowan,” she says. “But you can’t ever do something like that again. You die, I die. It’s as simple as that. And if nothing else, perhaps this… this should prove to you that whatever bullshit your father stuffed your head with isn’t true. I know who you are, what anincredibleman you are. The whole fucking world knows it now. I can only hope that one day, you’ll see it too.”
My eyes close after a long inhale, my fists clenching at my sides as I try to reel in my control. There’s that feeling again—the hurt, the need for her to soothe me in the ways only she can.
“Come here,” I command her.
But she does anything but. She takes a few steps back, shaking her head.
“Dove.Angel… please. Please come into my arms.”
“No.”
I thought I knew what pain was when I convinced myself I couldn’t have her, when I was just a ghost in her life, following her, watching over her, and never being able to make her mine. But the way my chest tightens now…thispain… the one of her rejection… It hurts a thousand times more, and I admit. I don’t know what to do with it. How to handle it.
“You’ll only make it worse,” she mumbles, searching my eyes. “It will get worse.” Her chest heaves, and I furrow my brows, not understanding what she means.
“What will?” I ask.
“How much I want you.”
Jesus fucking Christ. Fuck this!
I pick up the table between us and smash it into the wall. I rush toward her, breaking any restraint, any promise I might have made to myself about not touching her. Then her skin is against mine, and her body pressed against me, her self-control just as gone.
I breathe in her sugared strawberries scent and stoop to pull up her long, beautiful gown. She wears white lace underneath—lace that I’m about to rip off with my teeth.
She fists the sides of her gown, helping me by keeping it up. I rake my teeth over her panties and they tear. She gasps, and I can feel her pussy against my lips. I open it up with my tongue, licking it roughly a few times, wanting to touch as many parts of her as I can in as little time as possible. She breathes hard and moans my name as she stands there with my tongue up her cunt. I dip my finger into her ass, stretching her a little, knowing how wet it gets her. Then I’m back on my feet, pushing her against the wall.
“Put it in. Just put it in. Please,” she breathes, tears falling down her cheeks.
Molten need flows together with her words. I rush to unbuckle my belt, her hands meeting mine as she tries to do the same. It’s a tangled mess around my waist until I finally break the damn thing free, unbutton my pants, and take my throbbing cock out.
“Hook your leg around me,” I whisper through shallow breaths, helping her do it.
I push her up onto the wall and she holds onto me, her slender hands around my neck and her hair a mess against the white paint of the room. Her leg is around my waist, and her pussy stretched open—just for me.
I find her cunt with my cock and slam myself inside her. It feels like coming home after a long, exhausting trip. Like hooking myself up to a lifeline after being dead for weeks. I thrust in and out, her walls squeezing my cock and smearing it in the creamy layer of her arousal. We’re both panting, cursing, and devouring each other like starving wolves tearing into a fresh kill as we fuck. Raw and desperate, as if it’s the very first time.
My mouth finds hers, and she moans as she tastes herself on my tongue. I only break our kiss to rake my teeth against her skin, to taste her everywhere I can.
“I hate you,” she says, panting. Her words send waves of pleasure through the length of my cock.
I smile against her tear-streaked cheek. “Then give me more. If this is you hating me, angel…”
She writhes against me, fisting my hair, wanting me closer even though there are no inches left between us.
“Give.”
Thrust.
“Me.”
Thrust.
“More.”
