Chapter 22 Collision #3
For a shattered heartbeat, my grip on her wrist relaxes, and she pulls free.
She brings her balled fist down on my shoulder.
Once. Again. Relentless as she strikes out.
With her next blow, her hand slips against my sweat-slicked skin, but she doesn’t stop until her strength ebbs, her ragged breath giving way to raking nails, branding me in furious streaks of fire.
“Jesus, fuck—”
The curse grinds past gritted teeth as pain lights a fuse, and my hand slips around her throat, collaring her with enough pressure she can scream, where her breaths don’t drag.
But dammit, each breathy cry she releases scratches across my senses in tantalizing rakes, like her nails shredding my flesh right along with my resistance, summoning this twisted desire to squeeze the delicate column of her throat.
“Yes, fuck—” My voice is a gruff demand between thrusts. “That’s it, baby. Let me feel those claws.”
Her resistance makes her clench around me, gripping tighter, pulling me deeper each time I withdraw to plunge back into her slick heat. Just as I drive forward, losing myself completely, her nails catch my cheek—
A gratifying burn carves a visceral, delicious pain through my body.
For a shocked flicker of a moment, she looks stricken, until her eyes meet mine through the dark—and she’s confronted with the depraved fiend that wants to do more than feed on her agony.
“God, you’re sick,” she bites out, chest heaving, eyes blazing as her anger mounts.
A wicked smile curls the corner of my mouth.
“Mmhm. I’m sick…” Fisting my hand in her hair at the nape, I tug sharply, tipping her head back as I press my lips to her ear.
“I can feel how fucking wet you get every time you try to hurt me.” My voice lowers to a dark rasp, every guttural syllable punctuated with a brutal thrust. “Go ahead, fight harder, baby—I promise I’ll fuck you through every delicious, punishing hit of pain, until all you can scream is my name. ”
Her body bucks enticingly beneath mine. “Fuck you—” A litany of vicious obscenities tears free of her. Every vulgar curse, each heated accusation sending a searing trail of pleasure down my spine.
A darkly amused grunt slips past my lips as I slam against her. “Oh, you love the way I fuck you, angel.” Her defiant thrash rips a primal growl from my throat. “If you want to hurt me—” I rail into her, once, twice, bruising and unrelenting “—then fucking hurt me.”
My next thrust is decimating, wrenching a sexy, unguarded moan from her. As long as her heart keeps beating that fierce, raging beat, I will stoke the embers of my little fire sign, keeping her flame burning.
Another merciless thrust strips a desperate cry past her sweet lips. “Oh, god…Orion. Don’t…” she gasps between each ruthless stroke. “Don’t stop.”
Her back bows from the mattress in surrender, drawing my heated gaze to the seductive arch of her body. Driven by compulsion, I set a punishing rhythm with my hips, each relentless thrust timed to the feverish beat beneath her skin.
Lowering my mouth to her breast, a possessive groan reverberates from my chest as I lave my tongue over her peaked nipple—teasing, tormenting—before capturing it between my teeth and sucking hard, earning another throaty moan.
“Can’t believe you kept these gorgeous fucking tits from me all this time, Collins Holbrook.” Accentuating my point, I punish her nipple, teeth grazing over the taut bud. Then I sink a bite into the lush curve of her breast, groaning as my fingers covetously caress the round scars along her side.
A torrid mix of pleasure and pain arches her chest against mine, her heart a frantic staccato pounding into my ribs. The raw scratches left by her nails flare with a satisfying burn at every glide of our bodies as my strokes devolve, turning unguarded.
I press my weight heavier against her, forcing her thighs wider around my hips with bruising insistence, utterly lost beneath the unyielding current of her storm.
And I’m beyond reason, mindless with want to taste and touch and fuck—my body crushing against her struggling body with agonizing need.
This twisted hunger demands everything, feeding like a glutton off her broken cries. A wicked, ravenous fiend savoring her fight as I drag my tongue over the tears streaking her bruised cheek. And god help me—I revel in them. The saline a perfect conductor, intensifying this depravity between us.
Nostrils flared, abdomen flexing, I rut into her with savage force as her hips writhe beneath me. Her blunt nails cut across any flesh she can touch, can wound—my ribs, arms, back. A guttural sound is torn from me as her teeth sink into my shoulder.
The pain lights my senses. Each strike, every scrape and bite, stokes a fire deep within, until I’m completely undone. Desire fuses with this insatiable hunger, turning molten as adrenaline surges up my spine, flooding my veins in a heady rush.
The pleasure is damning.
“Ah, fuck—” I growl. My hips snap rough against hers in relentless fury. My body drives into hers, every thrust dragging us closer to the edge. Stripping her bare. Flaying me open.
Two dark and violent forces spiraling closer, colliding, merging, claiming one another until we’re locked in our own inescapable, rending gravity.
Only a damned deviant could take such sadistic pleasure in the way she struggles beneath me.
The force as seductive as the pull. The take as intoxicating as the surrender.
Craving the searing rake of her nails, the sharp bite of her teeth.
Savoring the way she draws my blood—blood she never got to draw before.
Every drop quenching a thirst she needs to slake.
And for me—a monster unmasked—it’s the only way I can justify my own depraved pleasure. To finally touch something so loved, so desperately desired, right at the boundary, where I’d break it irreparably.
My bare hands explore her with unfiltered reverence.
No gloves, no barrier to prevent me from feeling all the nuance of her skin.
The lateral scars my lips brush under her jaw, revealing the sharp object that was held there, nicking her with every violent jostle of her body during a struggle.
As I drag my tongue over the marks, a feral, primal rage ignites within.
Rage is a demon tearing at the cage of my ribs.
I hold her down and fuck into her like she’s the only thing tethering me to this plane. I fuck into her like a crazed fiend, like I can punish this phantom from her flesh and annihilate my own in the process.
There is no light in this darkness.
We’ve crossed the horizon, the point of no return, where any illumination frays to threads and is devoured by shadow.
And what reemerges from such an abyss is selfish and catastrophic. A love violently consumed by its own destructive hunger. An obsession, a sickness—one that will either bind or break us.
Her pulse stutters, faltering in terrifying arrhythmia beneath my touch. My heart stalls with it, caught with the sound of her trapped breath.
Instantly, my hand reaches for the pill case, a desperate panic twisting through me—
“No,” Collins breathes, wincing as her gaze captures mine. She grips me harder, trembling fingers threading in my hair. “Don’t—don’t stop.”
Halted, chest painfully constricted, I search her eyes. “Collins—”
“Orion,” she fires back, her voice breaking on my name as she rolls her hips in seductive rhythm, stealing my goddamn reason. “Oh, god. Please—don’t stop.”
“Fuck me.” It escapes my mouth, harsh and surrendered, as I let gravity take hold. Falling helplessly into her, willingly drowning beneath the erotic rock of her current.
“Collins, I will break you,” I whisper coarsely against her ear. “God—dammit,” I growl, my lips finding the faint pulse at her throat. “I can’t…” I grind out, my voice gravel. “I don’t have the strength to stop.”
Pulled deeper, I claim the last vestiges of her fight with a bruising, possessive kiss. Her fight depleted, Collins wilts beneath me, surrendering to my next unrestrained thrust. Her fingers interlock with mine, gripping so tight our knuckles bleach.
My thumb traces her heartbeat in obsessive devotion, following its rise and fall, fearful of losing even one. Letting that faint pulse dictate my pace. Slowing when it falters, speeding when it races. I tidal-lock to her gravity, my rhythm set to the erratic tempo beneath her skin.
One hand anchors hers in place, my other splays over her sternum, feeling her heart surge under my palm. “I’ve got you, baby,” I murmur, lips brushing hers as I attune to her beat. “Never letting go.”
And as she begins to unravel beneath me, I move into the spaces, winding through each trembling shudder, following her to the precipice of her pleasure.
Burning alive in her fiery collision as she crashes over me, through me.
Entrained to her pulse, taking her breath into my starving lungs, like that first relief of breath after breaking the surface.
Her music has never existed solely in the notes, but in the breathless anticipation before, in the charged silence between. The pause preceding a touch, the shivering inhale just before release. That tension suspended on a knife’s edge.
She is that devastatingly perfect chord held in aching suspension, waiting for the beautiful, inevitable resolution.
And I feel the exact moment her fury gives way to longing. Her pain to rapture. A euphoric shift that overcomes me, wholly.
I ease my pace, rolling my hips with slow, reverent intention.
Entering her in long, languid strokes. Unhurried as I take my time to learn her breath, memorize the way it flutters on a quick inhale.
The way it catches and holds as expectation tightens her body.
How her chest rises against mine, muscles quivering and taut as she hovers at the brink of shattering.
I savor her like the notes of her melody, immersing myself in every subtle change of her cadence.