“Shit.”Dirty talk always gets my libido going but when he does it...It’s perfect.“Harder,” I urge.
His cock disappears but I don’t get a chance to complain as he flips me to my knees and strokes back into me.
“Fuck, Raven, you’re dripping.”
His hands caress my ass as he continues to thrust into me, My breasts sway with each stroke and my hands curl around the headboard as I push my ass back against him.I feel his thumb between my ass cheeks and a soft sigh escapes me as he runs the pad of his finger over the rosette of my asshole.
“Next time, I fuck you here.But for now...”His thumb presses in and my breathing stalls.
“Savage...”I mewl.“Please.”
“You’re perfect,” he mutters above me, pushing his finger deeper as he continues working his cock in and out of my pussy.“You just got wetter and gripped me tighter.You fucking love this.”
“Yes,” I hiss, pushing back, wanting, needing more.
“Hold on.”
And then he fucks me.Hard.My knees barely hold me up when his other hand thrusts between my legs and harshly pinches my clit, sending me into a second, more powerful orgasm.I make incoherent sounds, saying words that don’t make any sense as the world around me fades into a mess of colors and sensations.
“Fuck!”he roars.I feel his cock kick inside me before he floods me with his seed.
Savage rolls onto his back, arm flung over his eyes like he’s blocking out more than the light.I sit up, pulling the sheet around myself without hurry.
“This didn’t fix it,” I say.
“No,” he agrees.
“And it doesn’t mean I’m okay with how things are shifting.”
“I know.”
I glance at him.“Then why didn’t you stop me?”
His voice is rough when he answers.“Because I wanted you.”
That’s honest.It’s also not enough.I stand and dress without ceremony and he doesn’t try to stop me.That hurts more than if he had.
“We’re still not aligned,” I say quietly.
“No,” he agrees.
“But we’re not done.”
He lowers his arm and looks at me then, eyes sharp again.“No.I don’t think we ever could be”
I pause at the door.“Next time we touch, it needs to mean something different.”
He nods once.“Agreed.”
I leave with my pulse still racing, my body warm but my mind colder than it was before.Sex didn’t reconnect us to safety.It reconnected us to truth.We still want each other even though we still don’t know how to stand in the same place without shifting the ground beneath us.
And tomorrow, the world is going to test that harder than it has yet.Because the moment you stop pretending sex is the answer, you have to face the question it was distracting you from.
