Chapter 6 Hate #4
His jaw clenched hard as he tried to steady himself, every muscle in his body straining with restraint. He didn’t want to hurt her—didn’t want to lose control completely—but she kept going, and it pulled him closer to the edge.
Then suddenly, his hands left her hips.
He reached for the headboard instead, gripping it tightly, his arms tensing as he anchored himself there. He let her take the lead, his body rigid, breath unsteady, holding on by sheer force of will.
“Don’t stop,” he said again, voice rough, breaking under restraint. “Don’t fucking stop.”
The words came out strained, more need than command.
She lifted her head.
Their eyes met—locked, intense, both of them caught in the same moment they couldn’t step out of.
Then he pulled her closer and crashed his mouth against hers, cutting off whatever was left of restraint between them.
Within seconds, she was trembling, her breath breaking as pleasure crashed through her body and grew more intense, leaving her overwhelmed and unsteady.
He didn’t let her stop.
His hands stayed firm on her hips as he held her steady, his control slipping as he kept her close. She tried to pull back, but he didn’t allow it, keeping her anchored to him.
His hips moved with hers in a steady, forceful rhythm, and Juliet cried out, her body shaking as her face fell into his neck. He tightened his hold, keeping her in place as she clung to him, overwhelmed and breathless.
Her arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, her grip desperate as she trembled in waves, unable to steady herself. Her voice broke as she cried out again, her body reacting uncontrollably as everything between them built higher.
He felt her shaking against him, and for a moment his control nearly broke completely.
Then he shifted them again, turning her with a sudden force that left her breathless. Her body trembled as she adjusted against him, still holding on tightly.
His mouth moved to her neck, trailing over her skin, kissing along her collarbone, lingering with urgency and heat. She gasped and arched into him, overwhelmed, her fingers tightening in his hair and across his back, leaving marks as she held him closer.
It wasn’t enough to pull him away.
He held her tighter instead.
And when the tension between them finally broke again, she cried out, trembling as she collapsed into him, completely overwhelmed.
He followed her down, holding her close, his face buried against her skin as he refused to let her go.
He immediately wrapped his arm around her waist and snatched her back. She fell back on the bed and their eyes met. He growled, low in his voice, “again.”
“Wait a minute,” she said immediately, but he was already on her, his mouth claiming hers and cutting her off before she could finish.
She tried to stop him, “wait—” but he didn’t slow down. His attention moved over her, and she trembled beneath him, her hands tightening as she struggled to keep control of herself.
Just as she was about to reach her peak, he stopped.
Her body went rigid instantly. A broken sound escaped her lips as she looked at him in shock.
Then she felt him climb over her again, and before she could recover, she was pulled back into him once more. She cried out, overwhelmed, her body shaking as she clung to him, but he didn’t let go.
He flipped their position suddenly.
He guided her down and shifted her onto her knees before moving behind her, pulling her back against him again. Her breath hitched as she tried to steady herself, but he was already there, holding her firmly, not giving her space to move away.
His voice was rough as he stayed close, and the tension between them only grew heavier, making it harder for her to think, harder to breathe.
And just when she thought she had reached her limit again, he shifted once more, keeping her caught in his control, refusing to let it end.
He shifted her to her side to make her lie down on her side, and then his body shifted as he pulled one of his legs over her shoulder, and then he moved against her again.
His hand moved over her, and her cry suddenly escaped her mouth so loud that it echoed in the room as pleasure overwhelmed her so badly she had to grab the pillow and bury her face in it to suppress the sound.
But he didn’t let her.
He reached over and turned her back, grabbing her face and forcing her to face him as he growled, “Look at me. Don’t hide your face,” he said.
And she had no choice but to look at him, to look into his eyes.
He didn’t let her move away.
His hand stayed on her face as he kept her in place, while his other arm held her leg securely as he stayed close, refusing to let distance form between them.
The night became dark soon, and everything blurred—moments of awareness drifting in and out, her mind slipping between exhaustion and intensity.
She would fall into brief sleep, only to be pulled back into wakefulness again by him, unable to fully rest as the night stretched on.
Even when she started to drift off completely, he was still there, keeping her anchored, pulling her back before she could fully escape into sleep.