“That’s it,” he rasped, his lips trailing down my neck, biting lightly at the tender skin there. “You’re here with me, baby. Right fucking now is all that matters.”
“Booda,” I moaned, my hands scrambling for purchase against the slick tile wall behind me.
My mind was a fucking mess, torn between the violence still clawing at the edges of my thoughts and the raw, undeniable need he was stoking inside me.
“I ain’t trying to fix you,” he growled, his breath hot against my ear as his fingers worked me with his fingers until I trembled. “I’m just trying to remind you that you’re alive.”
His words cracked something open inside me, and suddenly I couldn’t hold myself together anymore. My hips jerked against his hand, seeking more, needing more, and he gave it to me, his fingers delving deeper and curling just right to make me cry out.
“Fuck,” I gasped, my head falling back against the tile, water streaming down my face, mixing with the tears I hadn’t even realized were falling again.
“Booda, I—”
“Yeah,” he answered, his lips crashing against mine again in a kiss that was anything but gentle.
His dick pressed harder against my thigh, and I reached for him blindly, my fingers wrapping around his length, stroking him with a desperation that matched my own.
He hissed, his hips jerking into my hand, and then he was pushing me back against the wall, his body pinning me there, his dick sliding against my slick folds before he thrust into my pussy in one brutal, perfect stroke.
I screamed, my nails digging into his shoulders, my legs wrapping around his waist as he took me with a ferocity that left no room for anything but him.
“You feel that?” he groaned, his breath hot against my skin as he pounded into me, each thrust deeper, harder, until I was fucking shaking with it. “You feel me? This dick will always be yours. Always.”
“And this pussy is yours,” I gasped, the words torn from me as my body tightened around him, the pleasure building overwhelmingly.
He kissed me again, swallowing my cries as I shattered around him, my orgasm tearing through me like a storm. He followed me over, his hips jerking erratically as he spilled inside me, his groan ragged against my lips.
We stayed like that for what felt like forever, his body pressed against mine, his forehead resting against mine. “You good?” he asked, his voice softer but still rough.
“Yeah,” I whispered, still trembling, but there was a peace in my tone now, a quiet that hadn’t been there before. “I’m good.”
He kissed me again, slow and lingering, and I felt the promise in it, the unspoken vow that whatever came next, we’d face it together. And for the first time since the violence had consumed me, I believed it.
Booda stayed there holding me long after the shaking finally stopped.
The water continued pouring over us while his hands moved slowly across my body, washing away the blood, sweat, and everything else clinging to me from that warehouse. He cleanedme carefully, like he understood I wasn’t just trying to wash G5 off my skin.
I was trying to wash away the version of myself that enjoyed hearing him scream.
Every now and then, Booda would press a kiss against my forehead or temple, grounding me whenever my mind started drifting too far again.
“Stay with me,” he said once more.
And I did.
By the time we finally stepped out of the shower, my legs felt weak. Steam still clung to the bathroom mirrors while Booda grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me before drying himself off.
He never let me go far.
One hand stayed at the small of my back while he guided me toward the bedroom. He knew I didn’t trust myself alone tonight.
The apartment was quiet except for the distant sound of rain starting outside and the soft pop of my knees when he pulled me down on the floor beside him.
I curled into him instinctively.
Booda brushed damp hair away from my face before pulling the covers over us both and kissing me until my thoughts finally slowed down. Until the blood, the screaming, and the guilt stopped fighting so hard for space inside my head.
By the time his hands moved lower, I was already gone for him.
