Her trembling legs drop to the side as her body turns to jelly. The moans from her lips are now a whisper. The lamp lies toppled on the bedside table, highlighting the glow on her face. I kneel in front of her, stroking my length. The tear from the condom wrapper causes her to open her eyes. I pause, studying her, making sure she wants this. Fuck. She shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t want this, but I do. I’ve never wanted anything more. Now she's in my bed. The temptation is too much.
Her lips part when her eyes move south. I suit up, then lean over, waiting for permission. Her fingers tangle in my hair and she yanks me to her mouth. Lips smothering mine, wordless, but she tells me all I need to know. My latex covered dick slips through her folds until I find the tight muscle of her entrance and inch in. Shivers race the length of my spine and with each flash of lightning, my blood sparks, igniting a furnace low in my belly.
Resting my palms on either side of her head, I lift to gaze upon her beautiful face. I need to see the permission in her eyes as I push in deeper. A flash of her mother haunts me. Her first time when I was slow and gentle. Bright light highlights the violet hair splayed on my pillow, reminding me that Vi isn’t her mother and this isn’t her first rodeo, so I push in deeper with a groan and a rumble from the heavens.
Then we’re fucking.
Hearts pounding, flesh slapping, teeth clashing, breaths gasping. Her nails scratch down my back like a rabid animal fighting for dominance. She struggles beneath me, trying to match my rhythm.
“Vi.” Her name tumbles from my lips. I’m close. Too fucking close. I smother her whimpers with my mouth. Her arms wrap tight around my neck, holding my body against hers. Her legs wrap around my waist and I slow my movements, wanting to savour the moment and the feel of her gripped around me.
“Never stop fucking me, Kane.” Her back arches and I slip my arm under her as she offers up her breasts. My mouth covers her nipple, circling her peak with the tip of my tongue. Another whimper escapes, then her body jerks in my hands.
Her pussy clamps down around me. My balls draw tight. I groan along with thunder from above as I rumble my release. A bolt of lightning strikes through my soul, blasting more of the casing away from my heart. She squeezes me, milking me for all I’m worth. This is more than fucking. As the thunder rips through the sky, she’s tore through my soul, fusing us together as we come undone in unison.
A bead of sweat trickles down my back, and another delightful shiver follows. Her hooded eyes close as she lays limp against my sheets and I’ve never seen a more delicious sight. With my own vibrating limbs, I lower myself to the side of her, then pull her face to mine, peppering kisses over her cheek, eyelids, and nose.
Her sleepy eyes peer open, showing me the amber flecks of her hazel irises. The lamp still toppled behind her gives her a yellow aura, as if she’s an angel bringing my salvation.
“Well, that escalated quickly.” She hides her giggle with her hand and I pull it away from her smile, entwining our fingers.
“Are you all right? I wasn’t too rough, was I?”
“Never better, but I only came in here because there’s a leak in my room.”
My head springs from the pillow. “A leak?”
“From the ceiling, it was dripping on my bed.”
I jump up from the bed and pick up my strewn jeans from the floor. Making my way down the hall, I pull them on as I rush to see the mess caused by the storm. As I flick the light switch, a buzz sounds from the ceiling, then the lightbulb flickers before it gives out with a pop. “Fuck.” The small amount of light from the hall is enough to highlight the swelling ceiling.
Thunder rumbles in the distance, and the rain softens against the window. I push her bed from under the swell and leave it for tonight. I’ll fix the leak in the morning and deal with the damage.
“Is it bad?” Vi appears at my side, her nightshirt back on.
I kiss her forehead. “It’ll be fine. Go back to bed. You can sleep in my room tonight. I’ll sleep on the sofa.”
Her eyebrows pinch. “You’re not coming back to bed?”
“I sleep alone.”
“Are you serious? After what we’ve just done, you’re just going to leave and sleep on the couch?”
I run my palm over my tired face. The disappointment in her eyes cracks a piece of the casing around my heart. “I’ll come and tuck you in.”
“I’m not twelve.” She spins on her toes and stomps down the hall, her ass peeking from under the shirt, she’s still naked under there and as much as I want to go back for round two, I need sleep if I’m to fix this fucking house tomorrow. I told Dad to sell it for years and move in with me at the lake house, miles away from here, but he wanted to cling onto the memories of Mum. I guess he wanted to die here like she did. But as he got older, the house fell into rack and ruin and it’s not worth a great deal in the state it’s in.
My plan was to move in and get the house fit to sell, but I ended up living here, haunted by memories. This room was my old bedroom, the one I shared with Ali. The one where I took her virginity and made her mine.
I walk back to my room with a heavy sigh. The door creaks open. Vi has straightened the lamp and is under the duvet, facing the window. Rivulets run down the glass as if the house is still in mourning.
So much pain. So many ghosts and unshed tears. My chest aches. I want to be able to sleep next to her, hold her all night and protect her, but I’m the one she needs protection from. The nightmares never go away. If I lash out in my sleep, I’ll never forgive myself. I can’t risk hurting her again.
The mattress dips as I crawl to her side and pull the duvet around her neck. I press my lips to her temple. Her eyes stay closed, but I know she’s not sleeping. Light bounces off the dagger on the bedside table and I reach over her, turn off the bedside lamp, and collect my knife. I sleep better with it.
Before I leave, I brush her hair back and kiss her neck. “I’m sorry, Vi.”
“Whatev’s.” She doesn’t flinch or open her eyes, but the disdain in her voice suffocates me.
