Chapter 6 #2
Her body stiffened for an instant, then—
Then I stopped caring about anything else.
My mouth crashed down on hers in a bruising kiss, driven by the fire raging through my veins. I gripped her waist harder, fingers digging into soft flesh as I lifted her onto the windowsill, her back pressed against the cool glass.
She gasped silently against my lips, her mute body trembling with a mix of shock and unmistakable excitement.
I could feel her pulse racing under my palm as I slid one hand up her spine, tangling in her hair and yanking her head back to expose the delicate line of her throat.
I kissed there, not gently, sucking hard enough to leave marks.
A silent shudder ran through her; her thighs parted instinctively, wrapping around my hips as she arched into me.
"Fuck," I growled against her skin, voice rough with fury and need. "You have no idea what you've done to me." The words spilled out, laced with resentment—for how she'd haunted every quiet moment, for how her scent alone could unravel my control.
I kissed her again, deeper, tongue invading without mercy.
She tasted sweet and warm, her tongue shyly meeting mine, eager to please even as her body quivered with tension.
That eagerness only fed the beast inside me.
I ground against her, the hard length of my cock straining against my pants, pressing insistently between her legs.
She whimpered soundlessly, the vibration of it traveling through our joined mouths, and her hips rolled forward in clumsy, willing response.
I tore at her clothes with impatient hands, buttons scattering across the floor.
Fabric ripped under my fingers. Her shirt fell away, revealing smooth skin and the rapid rise and fall of her chest. I cupped one breast roughly, thumb flicking over the peaked nipple, pinching until she jolted.
Her eyes flew wide—those beautiful, questioning eyes now dark with arousal and a flicker of uncertainty.
But she didn't pull away. Instead, her fingers fumbled at my shirt, trying to tug it off, her touch frantic and cooperative. It snapped something primal in me.
I spun her around suddenly, bending her over the wide windowsill.
Her palms slapped against the glass as she braced herself, looking back at me over her shoulder with flushed cheeks and parted lips.
All I saw was her—ass raised, back arched, silently begging.
The anger boiled higher. I'd resisted this bond for so long.
I shoved her skirt up around her waist and yanked her panties down in one rough motion, exposing her completely.
She was already wet, glistening, her body betraying how long she'd waited for this too.
"Damn you," I muttered, voice thick. My hand came down in a sharp smack against her ass, the sound echoing.
She jerked, a silent cry shaping her mouth, but her hips pushed back toward me almost immediately, seeking more.
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, shimmering in the low light, and something twisted in my chest. Even lost in the haze, I paused for half a second, rubbing the reddened skin gently, watching her face.
Her expression softened into raw need, and she nodded—small, urgent movements—her hand reaching back to tug at my belt.
That silent plea undid me further. I freed myself, my cock springing heavy and aching.
Without another thought, I positioned at her entrance and thrust in deep, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal stroke.
She was tight, so fucking tight, clenching around me like velvet heat.
A choked, voiceless moan escaped her throat as her body stretched to take me.
I groaned, the sensation hitting like a drug on top of the drug, pleasure and rage twisting together.
I didn't give her time to adjust. I pulled back and slammed in again, setting a punishing rhythm, hips snapping forward with barely controlled fury.
Each thrust drove the anger deeper into her willing body.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" I rasped, one hand fisting her hair while the other gripped her hip hard enough to bruise.
She nodded frantically, pushing back to meet every stroke, her walls fluttering around me in eager spasms. Her silence only heightened everything—the wet sounds of our bodies, her ragged breathing, the way her fingers scrabbled for purchase on the glass.
I reached around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing in tight, demanding circles.
Her whole body seized, inner muscles clamping down so perfectly it dragged a guttural curse from my throat.
I fucked her harder, bending over her back, teeth grazing her shoulder as I pounded into her.
Anger at my own weakness fueled the pace—how easily I'd crumbled, how desperately I needed this release.
Yet every time a fresh tear tracked down her face, I'd slow just enough to kiss it away, murmuring rough apologies against her ear while my hips kept moving in deep, grinding circles.
She came first, suddenly and violently. Her body went rigid, then convulsed around me in powerful waves, mouth open in a silent scream that I felt in the way she squeezed me.
It was too much. I snarled, pulling out only to lay her onto her back on the nearby bed.
I needed to see her face. Climbing over her, I hooked her legs over my shoulders and drove back inside, deeper now, the new angle making her eyes roll back.
She clutched at my arms, nails raking down my skin, urging me on with every silent pant and arch of her body.
I was relentless, chasing the edge while fighting the storm inside.
My thrusts grew erratic. She kept responding—legs tightening around me, hips lifting to take every inch, her expression one of pure, trembling joy mixed with overwhelm.
I buried myself deep and came with a roar, spilling hot and endless inside her, hips jerking as pleasure ripped through me in shattering waves.
We were tangled in sweat-soaked sheets, my body draped over hers. I'd given in completely. And deep down, I knew I'd do it again.