“Finish me, Chase. Fuck. Me. Up.”
I drop my eyes to her mouth, flick them back. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re asking for.”
“You scared?” she counters.
I flex my jaw and clench my teeth. I don’t respond because yeah, truth is, I am fucking scared.
The memory of her hollow voice echoes through the chambers of time.
“You fucked me so hard I had no way of removing you.”
There was no way she’d be able to remove me now. I’d leave an indelible mark.
“I need you, Chase. What don’t you understand? Fuck. Me. Up.”
Yeah, you do. Just like I fucking need you.
Before I can take another breath, I slam my hips into her so hard that I feel her hip bones grind against mine.
I fuck her the way she wants me to, with no reserve, drilling her into the wall at her back, and when she screams, biting into my shoulder, tearing at my skin with her teeth, I realize that Laiken Campbell and I are one and the same.
We wouldn’t take our pleasure without a little bit of pain.
We were both fucked up.
Dragging my palm up her thigh, I press two fingers to her clit, circling her, as I continue to thrust, trying to make some part of this feel remotely good for her.
I can tell I’m hurting her though from the way she chews right through her bottom lip.
Blood is dripping down her chin, along with the tears rolling in a wet sheen down her cheeks, but there is something in the arch of her neck, the guttural screams that had shifted to tremored moans, that told me she wanted this, needed it, that even through the pain,Icould make her feel good.
I keep my fingers on her clit as I drive into her, her walls gripping me so fucking tight I’m going to explode.
Her pussy tightens around my cock, squeezing me into a pained vise and I grunt, driving my hips into her as deep as I can.
“Ch-ch-chase,” my name leaves her tongue on a stutter. “I-I-I…fuck!” she squeals, her body convulsing, her nails digging into the back of my neck, tearing at my flesh. Her eyes roll into the back of her head. “Chase, I?—”
I press my forehead to hers, breathe across her lips, “Chase it, Laiken.”
She cries out, and when she falls over the ledge, I follow her down, pounding into her until she has every last inch of me, every last piece of my fucked-up, charcoal heart.
Her fingers are in my hair, our hearts beating as one.
I can’t breathe, neither can she.
I’m chasing her next breath, she’s chasing mine.
We are panting so fucking hard, tears spilling down the bridge of her nose, and still, I can’t bring myself to look her in the eyes.
I bite at the tip of my tongue.What the fuck had I just done?
Laiken’s blood-stained fingers wrap around my chin, she lifts my head, touches her trembling fingers to my lips, then lets them fall off my chin, pressing them to my throat. Her deep green, red-rimmed eyes are glassy.
She swallows and it looks painful, tries to speak but nothing comes out. She shifts past the lump in her throat.
“You think you would have fucked me like that if you’d known?” Her voice is hoarse, full of pain, lust and something else, something that scares me most.
I press my brow to hers, still not looking at her. “You’re fucking stupid, you know that? So fucking stupid. You should have told me.”
