After the initial shock, I expect her to shove me away, but she surprises me when instead her arms wrap around my neck and she pulls me closer to her.
Our tongues and teeth clash against one another, and she bites at my lips, her teeth breaking the skin.
I hiss into her mouth, the taste of my blood mixing with the flavor of her kiss.
“I hate you,” she says when she finally tears her mouth from me. “And I don’t forgive you,” she says again.
“Then hate me,” I tell her.
Hoisting Cecilia into my arms, she wraps her legs around my waist and I carry her up the stairs and into my bedroom. “Hate me. Curse me. Yell at me.” I press her against my bedroom wall, grinding my length against her center. “But stop pushing me away.”
“We can’t do this,” she protests weakly, her voice breathless as I trail kisses along her jaw, mindful of the bruises on her skin.
“Yes, we can,” I insist, my desire for her clouding all reason and doubt.
Dropping her onto the bed, I tear my shirt over my head. Her gaze drinks me in and she licks her lips, lust flaring in her eyes.
I grin.
My fingers fumble with the buckle on my belt, and then I’m shoving my jeans over my legs and kicking them off my feet.
Reaching for her, I help Cecilia out of my hoodie before pressing her back to the bed and making quick work of removing her pants. When we’re both naked, I climb over her, settling myself between her legs.
Cupping her jaw, I pull her eyes toward me.
“This is a mistake,” she whispers.
“No, baby girl,” I tell her, “Nothing between you and me can ever be a mistake.”
Dipping forward, I claim her lips once again, my cock sliding into her hot, wet center. A perfect fit. I groan into the kiss, my hips thrusting forward to fill every inch of her.
“Gabe!” she cries out.
“I’ve got you,” I tell her. “Eyes on me.”
Her lashes flutter open to lock onto mine, and unlike before, I don’t fuck her with abandon. I make love to my girl, showing her with my body what my words have failed to.
As our bodies move together in a rhythm as old as time, I pour every ounce of love and remorse into our embrace. With each thrust, I tell her that I’m sorry. With each caress, I promise never to hurt her again.
Cecilia's breath hitches in her throat as I whisper words of devotion against her skin, my lips tracing the curve of her neck with reverence.
I bury myself deep inside her, losing myself in the feel of her beneath me.
“What are you doing to me?” she mutters.
Pressing my lips to each of her breasts, I dip my hand between us and begin stroking her clit. “Showing you I’m sorry,” I tell her.
Cecilia’s back arches as she reaches the edge at breakneck speed.
“Taking care of you in a way that only I can.”
She shudders beneath me, her release crashing over her in languid waves. “Gabriel,” she sighs my name with her release, and I lean forward, stealing the word from her lips.
My own release is quick to follow, and it only takes a few more pumps inside of her before I’m emptying myself between her thighs.
Collapsing beside her, I pull Cecilia close, her heartbeat echoing against mine.
Her leg hooks over my hip and I press myself back against her core, feeling the warmth of my release dripping out of her.
