Chapter 29 #2
Christine cups my face instantly, pulling me deeper into it, turning what should’ve been soft into something starving. Her lips part against mine with a small sound that shoots straight through my spine, and my hand braces automatically against the sink behind her because Christ.
I feel her everywhere.
Against my chest.
My stomach.
My pulse.
Her body presses into mine like she’s trying to climb beneath my skin, and the heat of her slides through me so fast it almost hurts.
My cock jerks hard inside my trousers before I can stop it, desire flooding my bloodstream so abruptly that I have to grip her waist to stay anchored.
She kisses like she’s angry with me for surviving carefully.
“Christine…” I breathe into her mouth.
She doesn't let up, but I feel the exact second frustration starts replacing desire in her expression.
Then she pulls back abruptly.
“No.” She shakes her head once.
“No?” My brows knit.
“I’m tired of this.”
“Christine…”
“I don’t want careful.” Her voice cracks around the edges now, emotion fraying through it. “I don’t want soft hands and pity.” Her fingers fist against my chest. “I need to feel like myself again.”
“You think I pity you?” My tone is colder than intended.
“Yes, you do.” She exhales snappily.
“I don’t…” I stare at her.
At the stubborn tilt of her chin. The fury trembling underneath her skin. The desperation is raw in her eyes like she’s holding herself together by force alone.
“You almost died, and I need you to heal from it.”
“I am fine!” Her eyes lock on mine instantly. “I just want you to fuck me hard and bring me back into this body, Robert!”
The room goes still.
My restraint starts splitting apart molecule by molecule.
“Christine,” I warn softly.
“Do it.” She steps closer again, gaze dropping briefly to my mouth before climbing back up. “Bite, pinch, drive into me with no mercy.” Her voice shakes now, fragile with frustration. “Please.”
The sound of that nearly destroys me.
“I…”
“Just shut up and do it.”
Then she kisses me again, desperate enough to hurt.
My back hits the glass wall behind me from the force of it while her hands fist into my hair, pulling me down to her level like she’s trying to drown herself in me.
That tiny broken sound she makes into my mouth snaps the last thread holding me together.
My hand slides around her throat instinctively, squeezing, and her entire body shudders beneath my palm.
I kiss her back with all the hunger I’ve spent two weeks choking down. Weeks of watching her heal. Watching her sleep. Watching her breathe and thanking every God I don’t believe in that she’s still here.
She gasps when I turn her suddenly, walking her backward until her spine hits the cold wall.
Her thighs part automatically, the silk strap of her nightdress slipping fully off her shoulder.
My mouth finds the exposed skin immediately.
Teeth grazing.
Lips soothing after.
Exactly what she asked for.
Her nails rake hard down my chest in response, and the sting drags something rough out of me.
“Again,” she whispers shakily.
I bite her shoulder harder this time.
Her head falls back against the wall with a broken moan, thighs pressing together instinctively before I force them apart with my knee.
“That enough for you?” My voice comes out darker now.
“No.” She’s breathing hard. “More.”
Christ.
My cock strains painfully against my pants while I grip her waist, the softness of her body against mine nearly making me lose my mind completely.
She wants proof she survived.
And maybe some ugly part of me needs it too.
I keep my hand around her throat, feeling the frantic pulse fluttering beneath my palm while my knee presses harder between her thighs.
“Ride it, Bon.”
She does.
Fuck, she does.
Her head falls back immediately, a broken sound spilling from her as she grinds against my leg with desperate little movements that are already losing rhythm.
Her fingers claw at my forearm for balance, silk bunched around her waist, breast bouncing, and breath catching every few seconds like her lungs can’t decide whether to work or drown.
“Harder,” I groan, my grip tightening enough to make her gasp.
Her hips jerk greedily against my thigh, chasing friction like she’ll die without it. I watch her in real time, watch the tension pull across her face, her mouth falling open while wet heat soaks through the fabric covering my knee.
And the sight alone nearly ruins me.
I drag my hand down my stomach, undoing my fly with rough fingers while she whines softly beneath me, too consumed to even notice at first. My cock aches heavily in my palm the second I free it, thick and painfully hard from weeks of restraint.
She’s close.
I can see it.
Her thighs tremble harder, breaths breaking apart, eyes squeezed shut while she rides my leg like she’s trying to climb out of her own skin.
Then I pull my knee away.
Her eyes snap open instantly.
The sound she makes is wrecked. Angry. Needy.
“Robert…”
I turn her around before she can finish.
One second she’s facing me.
The next, her palms slam against the glass wall.
She gasps at the impact, my hand flattening between her shoulder blades to keep her there while I push her dress up roughly around her hips.
“Is this what you wanted?” My voice comes out darker now. Roughened into something ugly with want. “This is what’s been tormenting you?”
“Yes,” she breathes immediately. “Please.”
I spread her thighs wider with my knee and stare for half a second too long at the slick mess between them.
Completely drenched and waiting for me.
Fuck.
I line myself up and drive into her in one brutal thrust.
Christine screams, the sound tearing through the room while her entire body jerks against the wall, my own breath punching out violently at the feeling of her gripping me so tight it almost hurts.
And after weeks of sleeping beside her wanting this so badly it felt like a sickness… I lose every remaining ounce of control.
I give her another brutal thrust, then another, my hips snapping into hers with enough force to bruise.
“Robert!” She cries out brokenly, her entire body jerking around me.
“There?” I grit out against her neck, dragging my mouth over her skin.
“Yes,” she sobs instantly. “Yes, fuck…”
Her voice cracks apart when I thrust deeper.
The wet sound of it fills the room obscenely. Skin striking skin. Her moans dissolving into gasps every time I bottom out inside her.
I can feel how tight she is around me, how her body keeps clenching desperately like it’s trying to hold onto every inch.
I grip the back of her neck, forcing her spine flush against my chest as I pound into her harder. The impact sends shivers through her entire body, her knees almost giving out.
“You can take it,” I growl against her ear, half praise, and half threat. “Take this cock like a good girl.”
She whimpers loudly, shaking beneath me.
“I missed you,” she gasps. “God, I missed this…”
The confession ruins me.
Because I missed this too. Missed her heat. Her sounds. The way she falls apart in my hands like her body was made specifically for my destruction.
I slide my hand down her stomach, finding where we’re joined, rubbing circles against her clit while my thrusts turn reckless.
“Yes…” Her scream rips out instantly. “Oh my God…”
“That’s it.” I bite down on her shoulder. “Come for me.”
Her entire body convulses.
I feel the orgasm hit her all at once, crushing everything in its way. Her thighs tremble so hard she can barely stay standing as pleasure tears through her in ripples. She cries my name over and over, voice frayed while her body pulses around me uncontrollably.
The sensation blacks my vision.
“Fuck…” I groan harshly, my forehead dropping against her back as my rhythm loses exactness completely.
She’s still shaking when I grab her hips harder and thrust into her again.
And again.
Chasing my own release like a starving animal.
“Robert…” she whines weakly, overstimulated now, body twitching every time I move inside her.
“I know.” My voice comes out wrecked. “I know, baby. Just one more.”
My orgasm crashes into me without warning, hitting like a bullet to the spine.
I curse under my breath, driving into her one final time as release rips through my body hard enough to make my knees buckle.
My grip bruises against her hips while I empty myself inside her, chest heaving violently against her back.
For a second, neither of us moves, the room nothing but ragged breathing and trembling limbs.
Christine turns her head slightly, dazed and glowing and completely ruined for me.
Then the alarm explodes through the estate.
The sound slices through the aftermath instantly.
My entire body locks.
And before either of us can even process it fully, gunshots erupt outside.