They'd had rough sex before. They'd had all kinds of sex. But this… This took them to a whole new level and with a dizzying speed that had her moaning and gasping and crying out.
Scraping her nails over his shoulders, up his neck, and into his hair, she tangled her fingers in the wet strands and yanked. She crushed his mouth to hers, thrust her tongue between his lips, and ate him with a punishing kiss. Powerless to guide their fucking, she could take the lead in this. Could invade his mouth as he invaded her body.
He growled and fucked harder. Faster.
She wasn't ready for the orgasm that hit her. Wasn't ready for the brutality in which it took her.
It sucked the air from her lungs, the thoughts from her head, and the strength from her body. Stars burst, bright and piercing in her vision. Her chest burned, her pussy convulsed, and Jack kept pounding, kept grinding, driving her higher and higher, taking her deeper and deeper.
A cry tore from her throat; strangled and raw, it ripped out of her like nothing she'd heard before. It made her think of the French and their version of an orgasm.
Little death.
They had it right. If she survived the agonizing pleasure bombarding her, it would be a miracle.
He'd never made her come this hard. Never annihilated her with such ruthless intensity.
This wasn't sex. It wasn't pleasure. She had no frame of reference for the sensations overtaking her. And they weren't stopping. Her body clenched again and again, pulsing and flexing; buffeted by each driving thrust of Jack's cock, she gripped him to her with clawed fingers and held breath.
His slamming hips jerked, bucked, and thrashed in erratic pumps. Muffling his cry of release against her lips, he rammed into her one final time. Burying his cock from tip to base, he held their hips locked together; the throbbing of his shaft as he emptied himself inside her sent more spasms of pleasure ricocheting through her tender sex.
Long seconds of harsh breathing melding with flowing water surrounded them. They were fused together so tightly Alyssa wondered if they'd ever separate. She also wondered how she'd ever put him at arm's length again. Did she have to?
They were married.
Jack wanted to make a go of their marriage.
Didn't she owe it to him to at least try?
He'd given her his name and support, the least she could do was act like his wife. Right?
Except she didn't want a husband. Never wanted to give control of her life to another. She could let him stand beside her when it came to her sister but there was no way she could allow Jack that kind of power over her. It was stupid to even think she could. The lessons learned at her mother’s knee made it impossible for her to trust anyone but herself.
"I thought my ears were still ringing but it's your alarm," Jack said, pulling away, pulling them apart, and lowering her to her feet.
She leaned on the wall behind her, the one she hadn't realized he'd had her pressed against while fucking her stupid and tried to regain her bearings.
"You all right? Did I hurt you?" he asked, his gaze raking her from head to toe.
"No. I'm fine," she managed through a stuttered breath. Her heart still raced, her skin felt electrified, and her thoughts kept spinning. She had to get away. Had to think about what this meant.
When she'd woken in Jack's arms earlier, she'd ignored everything except the blinding need she'd felt. He'd told her to be sure and, in the moment, she was, but now…
She pushed off the wall, reaching for her shower gel. "I need to get ready for work."
His back straightened. "Are you sure I didn't hurt you?"
Shaking her head, she lathered her hands and made quick work of washing. "I said I was fine," she snapped.
"You don't seem fine." He moved behind her, reached over her shoulder for her shampoo. "Let me help."
Alyssa didn't want to argue, didn't want to alert him to her distress any more than she already had so she let him wash her hair. He'd done it before and it took all the strength she had left to not melt against him—into him—to give him everything, anything, he asked for.
She'd always known Jack was different. Had known the connection between them could ruin her. Giving in to the physical need had been her first mistake. Except she'd made that mistake a year ago when she'd first fallen into bed with him.
And now she'd married him. Brought him deeper into her life. He'd formed a bond with her sister, knew all about her mother and the horrifying childhood she'd endured. She never would have let anyone else as close as she'd let him.
Her life, the life she'd planned with painstaking care, was spiraling out of control and she had no clue how to stop the spinning.
