Before I can properly recover, he kisses me—harder this time, his teeth catch my lip before his mouth travels to my neck, biting and marking.
I know there will be evidence afterwards.
But for some reason, I don’t care.
He pushes his shorts down and they fall to the floor, freeing his cock, and I barely have time to take him in before he sinks into me in one deep thrust.
He’s so big it stings slightly.
But it also feels unbelievably good, and I’m so wet that my body adjusts to his size so quickly.
One of his hands comes to my throat, his large palm wraps around it loosely while he keeps me right where he wants me and starts to move.
Fast.
Andhard.
Just like he promised.
“Fuck,” he groans, his forehead presses to mine for a brief second. “I’ve missed this.”
He pulls out, his eyes drop between our bodies, and then he thrusts back into me again.
A shaky moan leaves me.
It feels so, so good.
“Don’t ever do that,” he says, his grip on my throat tightening. “Don’t ever starve me of you again.”
His lips find mine.
“Do you understand?”
I nod weakly.
“Say it,” he demands. “Say you won’t resist this. Us. Any longer.”
“I can’t,” I whisper.
“Why?” His thrusts grow harder now, and I can see the anger and possessiveness burning in his eyes. “Bloody why?”
“Because I’m not a liar.”
Except that’s a lie in itself.
Because maybe I don’t lie directly, but I still keep things from him.
And that doesn’t exactly make me truthful either.
He drives into me harder, deeper, his thrusts almost punishing now, but my body only responds by tightening around him and pulling him closer.
It almost hurts.
But it also feels so unbelievably good that I can’t get enough of him.
“Come for me,” he commands.
And I shatter all over again, my body clenches around him, and a moment later I feel him lose control too, his thrusts falter slightly as he finds his release, his grip tightening while he keeps me close against him.
