“Nice and slow?” I ask, forcing her to look at me.
She shakes her head.
“Good girl. Now ride it,” I whisper against her lips. “I want to feel you come all over my cock.”
She lets out a soft moan, gently rotating her hips as she supports herself, allowing only the tip of my cock to brush against her entrance.
Fucking christ she feels so good.
I firmly guide her down onto my cock, mesmerized by the look of pain and pleasure on her breathtaking face. The sensation of her nails leaving marks on my skin intensifies as the sound of our ragged breaths and passionate groans intertwine. Zoe grips the back of my head, tugging on my hair as our foreheads press together, intensifying our connection. Her screams turn into moans, harmonizing with the rhythmic movement of our bodies. She closes her eyes, taking in deep breaths as I continue thrusting, watching my cock disappear in and out of her perfect little pussy.
I can’t believe this is actually happening. Maybe it’s all a dream.
If that’s the case, I never want to wake up.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
Zoe’s grip on my hair tightens as she moves more vigorously, her eyes remaining closed.
“Look at me.”
She shakes her head and leans in for a kiss, but I instinctively pull away.
“I said, eyes on me,” I growl, my voice low and demanding, and she hesitantly complies.
Right now, at this moment, it’s just her and me as the rest of the entire world slips away. Everything from our past fades into darkness like it doesn’t exist and never happened. We are all we need. She is all I need.
With each passing second, I lose more of myself to her.
I can sense a shift in her demeanor, as if she has become distant and disconnected.
“I hate you,” she finally says.
Reaching around, I wrap my fingers around her delicate throat, holding her in place as her peaked nipples rub against my bare chest. Neither one of us stops moving as my fingers tighten around her neck.
“Say it again.”
“I hate you,” she sighs without a moment’s pause.
Her words don’t have the desired impact on me. I can feel her lack of hatred through her gentle touch, lingering gaze, and the softness of her lips when we kiss. Zoe wants to hate me, but I know, deep down, she can’t. It doesn’t even matter because my feelings are the complete opposite. I can’t stop loving her. I love her so much that it’s eating me alive. Consuming my every thought and action. I cannot stop myself. Never have and never will.
I adjust my hold carefully, applying slight pressure to limit her airflow. As she moves her hips, I release my grip and then apply pressure again, fully aware of how it heightens her pleasure. Zoe’s eyes roll back, her lips parting. Leaning in, I gently nibble on her lower lip, gazing down at her and savoring her sounds.
We remain that way until she’s on the verge of her third orgasm. That’s when I stop.
“Hate me all you want,” I growl, releasing her neck just as she comes to, looking at me, confused. “Bite me. Bruise me. Burn me. Spit venom at me. Ignore me. Run from me. None of it matters just as long as you’re here, touching me, kissing me, fucking me—hate me, but you’ll never escape me.”
Zoe’s gaze is lethal as she looks into my eyes. I can feel her desire to create distance between us, but I won’t let her pull away. Instead, I start to move within her, making her fists collide with my chest. Pleasure rushes up her spine, causing her to arch her hips. I lift her slightly, sensing her core tightening around me. Even with the battle raging inside her, she keeps her eyes locked on mine.
“I fucking hate you, Dominik.” Her words are even more hollow than before.
“Is that why you’re soaking my cock, little brat?”
“Fuck you,” she whimpers, and I simply smile.
“Forever, darling. That’s a promise.” Zoe is tattooed on my heart, forever part of my soul, and nothing could ever change that.
Her lips collide with mine, and I hold her head, thrusting into her. Every sensation feels magnified—the taste of her breath, the scent of passion that lingers in the air, the heat radiating off our bodies. Feeling everything engulf me in the wake of our confession, the world seems to hold its breath as it wraps itself tightly around us. I wish this moment would never end. That we could remain in this secret time and space, where I finally told the woman I’ve always loved how I truly feel about her. How much I fucking adore her. How intensely she is ingrained in me. How distance and time never changed how I felt about her.
