“I hate you,” I whimper again, turning my face away from him.
“How bad does it hurt, baby?” There’s a hint of curiosity in his breathless voice.
He releases another soft moan that finds its way to the center of my thighs.
“I wonder if it's anything like what I felt when I realized you left me without a word,” he pants before another soft whimper falls from his throat. “And when you rage and threaten me, but your words don't reach me, do you think it's like how I felt when you blocked me? When I begged for you to come home to me but couldn't get through to you? When I raged and threatened, but you carried on as if I didn't exist? Tell me how bad it hurts, baby. I need to know if it's anything like how you hurt me.”
I clench my jaw and shake my head, furious for allowing him to get beneath my skin like this.
Leaving shouldn't hurt him.Why does it hurt him?Why does any of this hurtme?
None of this should.
We hate each other, loathe one another’s entire existence, would rather die than breathe the same air.
Except that's not how any of this feels, and I just…I don't understand why.
“I hate you,” I repeat, my voice a mere whisper. It's not a declaration this time, but a reminder to myself.
“Maybe,” he concedes alongside another groan. “But I think you hate your desperation for me more.”
I bite my bottom lip, fighting back the tears as wildly as I did him mere moments ago.
“And that, my darling, is a feeling I can't escape, either.”
He lifts off me, but the disappearance of his weight fucking crushes me.
His brows knit, and his upper lip twitches into a scowl as pleasure consumes him entirely. Just as I go to close my eyes, he pulls out of the toy, tears it from between my closed thighs, and then carelessly tosses it to the side, slamming his hips forward.
A startled yelp tears from my throat as his cock stretches me again. There’s no resistance this time, nothing to stop me from instantly seeing stars as he fills me.
It’s as relieving as it is breathtaking.
And despite how angry I am, I’m still so goddamn turned on from watching him fuck a pussy that isn’t mine, I already feel too close tocoming. A few more hard thrusts, and he’ll get me there.
“Fuck,” he whispers beneath his breath as his eyes roll again. It's so fucking sexy, and my pussy contracts around him from the sight alone.
“Kellan,” I whimper, my lashes drooping in relief as I roll my hips up, urging him to keep going.
I don't care how awful I feel, I only care about the pleasure thrumming from between my thighs.
“God, there's nothing better than this,” he groans, though I get the inkling he didn't mean to say it. But he doesn't take it back. Instead, he keeps going, watching himself disappear inside me while torment pinches his brows. “Nothing has ever come close to you, Reverie. You're everything I never want to lose again.”
I can't even compute his words. My internal system is in too much disarray, and I'm so anxious to come, I can't properly understand what he's saying.
Squeezing his eyes shut, he gives me two more hard thrusts, bringing me to the precipice before he stills and lets out a hoarse moan.
My mouth drops in panicked disbelief as he shudders, filling me with his cum as he softly grinds against me.
“Wait, no. Please don’t stop,” I whimper, rolling my hips in hopes of getting enough friction against my clit to send me over.
But his hands clamp on my hips, preventing me from moving, forcing me to endure the slow fade of an orgasm that was a hairsbreadth away from my fingertips.
“Don’t you fucking dare, asshole!” I snap, attempting to fight him but failing miserably.
With a grunt, he withdraws from me completely, warm liquid seeping out of me as he backs off the bed and steps away, leaving me bereft.
“Kellan!” I complain, my legs trembling violently from how much it hurts.
