“Nila.” My voice was lost.
She opened her eyes, anchoring me to her.
“I need you to know that I feel what you feel. This—” I never broke my rhythm, diving inside her over and over. Loving, fucking, claiming. “—this, it’s right. I see that now.”
Anger blossomed in her eyes. “How long will you see it? Tomorrow? The day after? Or once tonight is over, you’ll cut me back out and leave me stranded all over again?”
My pacing stuttered, my cock twitched. “You’re right. To you it must seem as if I’m schizophrenic.”
Insane.
Just like everyone said.
She was silent for a moment, before brushing her thumb over my lips. “You seem troubled. That’s all.” Wrapping her arms around me, she sandwiched our bodies together.
I am troubled. More than you know.
The urge to be close—as close as humanly possible—forced my arms to wrap around her and thrust hard. I rode her like that. Arms locked, bodies merged into one. My balls slapped against her as my cock rubbed against her clit.
Pleasure supernovaed into a raging black hole, waiting to consume us.
I picked up speed, chasing the finale.
“Oh, don’t stop,” she moaned.
Her body bucked beneath mine, jousting and submitting in equal measure. I felt her pleasure as surely as my own. I drank her bliss like nectar.
“Am I hurting you?” I fisted the pillow behind her, rocking faster.
Her forehead furrowed. She nodded a little. “It’s a beautiful pain, though. A belonging sort of pain. Don’t stop.”
“I can’t take you without hurting you,” I said into her hair. “In a way, it’s only fair.”
Her fingernails dug into my lower back. “Why...why is it fair?”
I groaned. I didn’t want to answer that.
Because you hurt me when you take me, too. When you give me no choice but to let you inside me.
She rolled her hips, rubbing against me. “I’m angry with you. So damn angry at the way you treated me.”
I kissed her, forcing her to drink my words. “I know.”
Speaking through our kiss, she groaned, “I can’t control myself around you, but it doesn’t mean everything is fixed between us.”
“I know that, too.” I rocked harder, driving us to insanity. “But no matter how angry you are, your feelings won’t stop you from coming.”
I pinned her delicate frame with mine and let loose.
No more talking. No more thinking or feeling or planning.
Just fucking.
She gave in, moulding her body to mine, sighing heavily as my groan echoed around the room like a serrated blade.
She tormented me. But by God, I fucking loved her.
I didn’t understand her. I didn’t trust her. But my instincts plaited with hers and we fed off one another.
