Our bodies pressed together, fitting so naturally it was effortless. I moved inside her with slow, controlled thrusts, savoring every sensation, every tight pull of heat that gripped me. Each time I rolled my hips, she shivered with tension winding through her. Her mouth fell open with a gasp every time I stopped, holding her at the brink, teasing her, letting the ache build until she was desperate for more.
“Konflict, please,” she whined.
“What do you want, Venus?”
“I need more, baby, please,” she admitted, wrecked by pleasure.
I gave her what she needed, grinding my hips harder, my dick plunging deeper and faster. Serenity panted, and I leaned close, whispering in her ear.
“You’re so damn beautiful, baby. You know how long I waited for you? How long I craved you?” I said, knowing she’d never guess how deep it went, that I’d loved her since the first day I laid eyes on her.
All those years watching her from afar, wanting her, thinking she’d always be out of reach. Thinking I could never tell her how much she made my heart pound, how I tattooed her nickname beneath my heart.BelievingI’d never get to touch her, to fuck her.
I drove into her, harder, punishing the years of wasted time, every moment I could have been inside her but wasn’t. My thrusts were fierce, needing to own her, to erase the distancetime had built between us.
“Konflict...” she gasped, shattered by the way I fucked her.
“Fucking war between two stupid families made me miss this. Made me lose years I could have spent kissing you, loving you, every day, Serenity.”
She met my eyes, tears shining. “I needed to hear that, even if none of this is real,” she whispered, tears rolling out of her eyes.
I cupped her cheek, wiping them away with my thumb. She didn’t have a clue how real it was. Maybe she thought I was just playing a part. Maybe she couldn’t imagine her husband ever wanting her like this. But one day, she’d know—just not tonight. I couldn’t risk scaring her off, not when I finally had her in my arms like this, open and vulnerable.
I hit deep, making her scream with pleasure. I froze inside her, dick pulsing, buried to the hilt. As if she felt me break, Serenity clung to me, rolling her hips, fucking herself on my length. Her rhythm pulled guttural groans out of me. She was going to make me lose it.
I sped up, my voice spilling dirty confessions into her ear. Sometimes I fucked her rough, sometimes slow and sweet, pushing her higher every second.
“Fuck… I can’t keep this up. Baby. You know I worship your body, right?”I growled, frustrated by how slow I’d been.
“Yes… why are you telling me this?”she stuttered between moans.
“‘Cause I’m about to fuck you like I hate every inch of this pussy.”
I grabbed her hips, flipping her to all fours. My fingers dug into her flesh as I set a brutal pace, fucking her hard, each thrust deeper, harder, rawer. She threw her ass back, breathlessly meeting every stroke.
“Yes, fuck... Konflict... Fuck me, baby...”
Her ass smacked against my thighs, her body moving withmine. Together we found that sweet, filthy rhythm that drove us both insane.
“You know I almost died because you didn’t call me for five days, Serenity. Five fucking days without this pussy. You wanted to kill me.”
I slammed into her, faster, rougher, my dick battering her from the inside. She shook and shuddered all over.
“Why didn’t you call me, Venus?” My hand snaked down, pinching her clit as I pounded her deep, so deep I swore my dick might come out her mouth. She gasped for breath, caught in the pleasure.
“Fuck... I... I was scared for you. I was scared my husband would find you, hurt you. I care about you, Knox. I didn’t want him to kill you.”
I slapped her ass, hard.
“Konflict. Call me Konflict and nothing else. I don’t give a fuck about nobody. Don’t ever make me miss this pussy again, not even for a fucking day. You got me?”
“Fuck...”
“You fucking answer me when I ask you a question, Serenity.”
“Yes... Shit... Yes... I hear you, baby.”
My thrusts grew savage, relentless, slamming into her over and over until her whole body shook.
