Saying yes would grant her consent. No would take it away. She didn’t have the strength to do either, hoping he would know when to stop because she sure as hell didn’t know when that might be.
His lips, warm and smooth, covered her mouth while his tongue toyed with hers. Their breaths mingled until his exhalations became her inhales. A twisted smile of victory appeared on his face. He released her wrists and lifted her legs around his waist.
“You’re mine.” A deep hum began in the back of his throat, the melody to “Insanity.”
He carried her to the back of the car, and opened the hatch. There, he put her down, and then slipped off her shoes and her clothing.
The light of the silvery moon peeked through scattered clouds, spilling through the windows and bathing them in an otherworldly glow. Her skin heated under his gaze. She scooted back while he kicked off his shoes and removed his pants, causing her heart to thunder in her chest.
He closed the back hatch, crawling over her, making her inch back. She was trying to get away, yet she was desperate for his touch.
“Condom,” she said with a squeak.
In their hormone-fueled lust, getting knocked up would be the icing on the proverbial wedding cake.
“Fuck,” Ash said with a growl. He fumbled and finally pulled one free. “You sure about this, babe?”
She ripped the pouch and slid the condom over his shaft, hoping that was enough of an answer because she didn’t have the energy for words.
He kissed her neck and toyed with her nipples before heading to her pussy, but she wanted none of that, knowing what would happen if he stimulated her there.
“No,” she said. “Please, just fuck me.”
A look of surprise flashed in the shadows of his face, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he positioned himself over her and lined the head of his cock against her pussy. Ever so slowly, he slid inside, burying himself deep, while her body came alive. The heat of his body blanketed her while he rocked a lazy but determined pace.
Despite his earlier urgency, Ash took his time. She crossed her ankles over his back, reveling in the sensations the glide of his cock elicited deep within her walls.
Before long, they were a melody of entwined limbs and desperate mouths, kissing and licking themselves into a frenzy.
He fucked gently but with purpose, and where she usually preferred Spencer to get in and out as quickly as possible, she enjoyed the erogenous slide of Ash’s cock against her inner walls. And, each time he thrust forward, their connection would grow until even their breaths pulsed in concert with each other. His cock stretched her with a glorious fullness, and his fingers gripped her hips as he moved, each movement harder and faster than the last.
The sound of sex swallowed the silence of the night, and her soft moans joined him in a synchronous melody, their combined breaths fogging the windows. The flush of her skin and the warmth of his body heated the interior of the car. He pressed against her, superheating her body, as she dug her fingers into his hair. He guided every movement, and took his time, as if he were savoring the friction building between them.
He changed the angle of his thrusts, pulling a startled gasp from her lips. Again and again, he concentrated on that spot, turning her mindless with the need to combust.
Then, she felt it—that inevitable pressure building to a crescendo within. She closed her eyes, fighting the flood of sensation, but with the approach of her climax, oily images of her foster father crowded her mind.
His dirty body had writhed over her juvenile flesh as he’d spilled his foul seed deep within her body. He’d stolen not only her innocence but drawn pleasure from conquering her will. She hadn’t had a choice; to refuse would mean more suffering.
Bile rose in her throat, and an icy tendril gripped her heart. From there, it spiraled outward.
The threat of pain—if not to her, then to Forest—had ensured she’d perform to the satisfaction of their foster father.
Memories resurfaced—the whippings, the electric shocks, and the icy submersions.
He’d forced her to choose—endure pleasure or see Forest punished for her failure.
The flood could not be stopped and had her panting between one breath and the next. But she wouldn’t let her past ruin this moment…
Except her shoulders hunched on their own, pressing up to her ears, as she tried to drown out her foster father’s voice. The memories wouldn’t stop. They never would. Orgasms would forever be tied to great cruelty.
Despite her desire to experience this moment with Ash, muscle memory took over.
And, while Ash made love, oblivious to her sudden change, her moans of pleasure transformed to whimpers of fear. The fire in her belly dampened, extinguished by a past she couldn’t escape, and tears streamed down her cheeks.
Ash’s body stilled. “Skye? What’s wrong? What happened? Open your eyes. Don’t disappear.” Desperation clung to his words, and his kisses fluttered over her eyelids.
He couldn’t reach her because her mind had slipped to a dark place while her body endured. She refused to open her eyes, praying only for Ash to finish quickly and let it be done.
