This is the first time I’ve felt so lost, incapable of saving the situation—us.
Fully dressed, she joins me, the water drenching her clothes. She places a palm on my shoulder, and I instinctively look up. Her eyes glisten with fresh tears, and she stretches out her other hand in a silent plea, yanking me back from hell. I take it and straighten.
She squirts some gel into her hands and places them on my chest, reviving everything in me. A low groan rumbles in my throat, her touch feeling like heaven.
So much hurt pulses between us, driving me to offer her a bit of pleasure, to escape this cycle of agony. I don’t ask for permission I won’t get, so I lift her shirt, exposing her chest, the two nipples greeting me like ripe cherries, and I swallow, eager for a sweet taste.
I help her out of her thong next.
Naked, bared to the other, I rasp, “I need you.”
Pressing my mouth on hers, I feed off her moans to sate my starved being.
I back her into the shower stall, kissing and nibbling on every exposed inch, yearning to show her how desperate I am for her.
Sliding on my knees, I lift her leg and hook it over my shoulder. Her sweet pussy greets me, and she sucks in a breath when I press a tender kiss there.
Looking up at her, the truth spills out. “I love you, Zara. Always have and always will, mi sol. If that’s my sin, so be it. Punish me with silence, punish me with death, punish me by never absolving me. It won’t change a thing.”
“Stop talking, please…”
Understanding her silent message, I focus on giving her pleasure.
Lapping from bottom to top, I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue and lose myself in pleasuring my woman as if it’s my life’s sole goal. Eating her out like I am on death row and she’s my last meal. I should savor it, but sheer greed and incessant hunger drive me, insatiable for her sweet juices I drink up like it’s mana from the gods.
She grips my hair tight enough to pull some strands out. Her sweet moans coupled with sounds of surrender fire me up and I don’t stop until she’s a mumbling wet mess, coming on my tongue.
I need inside her like my life depends on it, and taking full advantage of her relaxed state, I pin her hands above her head with one hand and guide my cock to her entrance with the other.
Her eyes flutter closed, but I slap my cock against her folds and they burst open.
“Good girl. Eyes on me. Let me look at my life.” I crave her every expression as I own her from the inside out.
It’s a wonder I can stay upright with everything I see in her gaze. Hatred. Love. Confusion—a mix of contradictory feelings tearing her apart.
Slowly I enter her, needing to prolong the sensation as I bury every inch of my cock. She’s so tight and welcoming, and my jaw clenches, the pleasure overpowering me.
I stare at her stomach, thinking of putting a baby inside her, binding her to me irreversibly. On pure impulse, I splay my palm on her belly, visualizing it taking my seed and growing my baby. The image turns my already hard as fuck cock into steel, wanting it so much it blinds me, pushing me to cross any barrier. I’ve never been high on morality, anyway.
The idea of knocking her up gets me even harder.
I need her desperately. Want her madly. Love her completely. My obsession knows no bounds.
“You want to escape me? You can’t. I’ll make sure of it. You and I for life. Forever. One way or another.” I pump into her like a savage in his mating prime. “You’ll take my cum deep inside you.” Thrust. “You’ll swell with my baby.” Thrust.
She moans, her nails digging into my shoulders, and she bites into my chest hard enough that she might pierce the skin.
I growl, a beast let loose.
“Your stitches,” she breathes, care tinging her voice like a healing balm.
“Fuck my stitches.”
Eyes locked, she brings her palm to my cheek, and I lean into her touch. Sex between us edges on primal, but love is the driving force, just like now when our souls carry on a conversation while our bodies join in pure rapture.
“God, Zara, baby. I’m so sorry. So fucking sorry. For everything I did. For everything I will do,” I rasp, not caring about good or bad, but just to have her any way I can get her.
I don’t want her to just come, but explode, so I wrap my hand around her throat, pressing lightly as I pound into her until her eyes widen into two pools of ecstasy.
