I could sense the understanding between us.
His toned chest hovered over me, and I couldn’t move a muscle. My heart was beating like a wild thing. For a moment, I had the urge to wriggle out of his hold, to push him off me, and to flee from his savage ardor, but I dismissed that idea quickly because I knew that I could not helpmyself.
Neil wasn’t just a guy who knew what to do in bed, who could make himself and a woman feel good—he was so much more than that.
He was a universe of secrets, an unexplored landscape, a puzzle with no easy solution.
He was an abyss of chaos and disorder.
Of loneliness and strangeness.
Every time he gave himself to me, I realized all over again why so many others had fallen for him.
I called his name until, with a few final savage thrusts, he stopped.
He clutched the sheet in one hand, the other still clasping my messy hair, and then his body stiffened. His climax came with a guttural shout, and hot jets of cum shot deep inside me. His orgasm was so powerful and vivid that it shook the both of us. He slumped on top of me, exhausted. His chest heaved relentlessly, his breathing went wild, his body was tense and sweaty, and he weighed heavy on my back for a few seconds while his penis remained inside me, unmoving.
We both stayed silent, just basking in the union of our heated bodies.
Neil was satisfied to have fed his unhealthy appetite, while I was feeling pretty pleased with myself that such an attractive man wanted me enough to sneak into my bed in the middle of the night.
Even though he was a train wreck of a man, as grim as the abyss and as unpredictable as a storm at sea, I loved the bitter, savage, indomitable creature that lived within him.
How long was I to remain this incurable lunatic?
How long was I going to let him devour my flesh to sate his desires?
Was there some way to recover from love?
What if he was my cure?
After what felt like an eternity, I squirmed a little to let him know that he was crushing me with his weight. Neil propped himself up on one elbow and stroked my hair. I could barely make out his face from that position, while he must have been looking at my profile.
There could be no eye contact between us, and I was glad for it.
I was so twisted up inside that I would have been embarrassed to be analyzed by his devastating eyes.
“Everything okay, Tinkerbell?” he murmured with a hint of irony.
He was worried about me?
I just nodded, though I knew that I’d have more bruises when I woke up the next morning. I felt like I was on fire, and I was tired and sore, but I loved every part of him, even the aggressive, passionate parts.
Neil was a wild animal, impossible to domesticate.
He had a cold heart and an overpowering personality.
No one could contain such a rebellious creature.
“I like it when you can’t speak,” he chuckled, gathering my hair into a loose ponytail. My skin stung from the way he’d gripped it in his fist at the height of his climax, and not even his tenderness afterward was enough to soothe the ache.
He kissed the nape of my neck, trailing his moist lips down between my shoulder blades.
I sighed gently to let him know that I appreciated the unexpected cuddling, and Neil abruptly stopped his caresses.
He pushed himself up off me, and I could feel the absence of his body.
He’d barely moved, and already I was missing him.
