My chest burns with the sudden removal of oxygen.
I want to tell him he can't be my nightmare, because that position is already taken. But I can't get any air to my lungs, so when I open my mouth, nothing comes out.
“Oh,” he smirks. “Have I finallyshut you up?”
I've never let anyone choke me during sex before, and I don't think he's doing it right. It's exactly what I wanted, only now my brain is flooding with fear and the world is blurring, everything getting fainter.
His thrusts become harder, faster, and sloppier as he loses himself inside me. I can’t grab hold of anything to help myself focus, and I think my eyes are starting to flutter as the fear of being choked to death disappears. A second later, he pulls his hand from my throat and his cock from my body.
I gasp at the sudden return to oxygen, choking on air as I try to get it to my lungs.
But the recovery is brief, because he stands, yanks me across the table, and shreds my dress in two.
When I focus my gaze on him, I see his cock still hard and red. It looks almost angry.
I don't get a chance to think about it before he grips my hips hard and flips me so that I have to slam a palm against the marble to keep my head from taking its place. He doesn't spare me any mercy as he pins my hips to the edge of the table, my toes just barely touching the floor, and slams inside me so hard I cry out.
Fucking hell, the places he's reaching inside me...
Tears burn my eyes at the stretch, my body trying to invite more of him inside even when he's up to his balls already. I feel them slap against my ass, and for one awful moment, I'm back in the truck. For one awful moment, I'm not the one who brought us to this point, and panic flares inside of me.
I remember the hands holding me down, Parker’s blood seeping onto my fingers, and the sticky, disgusting burn I still feel in my core if I think too long about it.
But then I feel Cal’s lips on my cheek as he yanks my head toward him, arching me back so that he can bury himself deeper. It pushes the pressure lower, ensuring there’s no escape.
“I don't hate you,” he huffs, slamming inside and pausing so that he can make sure I heardhim.
He's doing a good job pretending. I had to force it out of him, but it's here. This beast, the animalistic part of him that he tries so hard to hide from me.
The thing is, he wants to hide it from me so that he can convince me I'm safe.
I wanted to lure it out so I could tame it.
And as he finds a cadence to fuck me to, I think maybe I succeeded.
It's brutal and violent and perfect.
It's everything I wanted, and even more, it's everything I needed.
“But I wish I did.”
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Cal
I don't pretend to know what all of that was about when she finally eases. I still, breathless and exhausted and still buried inside of her. I'm not sure I ever want to come out; she's so warm, so perfect. Being inside of her feels right in a way that I'm not sure anything ever has. I'm also unbelievably drained, like she took everything from me.
When I draw out from her, she doesn't move, so I take advantage of her exhaustion, too. I sweep her into my arms before any protest can fall from her lips and carry her into the bedroom with me. Her body is relaxed, no tension at all, as I take her to my room and place her softly in the center of the bed. It's hard to explain the feeling inside of me right now, but I know that it's potent. I know that I'm not leaving her after that, that I'm going to lay beside her and revel in the warmth of her body as the heat of mine seeps out from her pussy.
She's got to be sore, if not from the savage fucking, then from the position I forced her into so that I could bury myself as deep as possible. It was barely enough to sate the beast, but her venom helped the process.
There's no venom to be had as I drop onto the comforter beside her and roll onto my elbow to watch her. It takes a minute before she opens her eyes, so I study her face, wondering what scars she thinks she's been hiding from me.
I think it's time we discuss that.
“Tell me about the scars.” I say, just as abruptly as she asked me to tell her about the snakes.
Her eyes stayed closed, like she could avoid answering me if she pretended she was asleep. But after a moment, her eyes flutter open to find me watching her.
