Page 36 of Monk

She screamed out as her nails dug into my shoulders, her head falling back against the wall. The sound echoed in the empty barn, mixing with my ragged groan. Her breath came in short, desperate gasps against my neck, each exhale sending shivers down my spine.

“Fuck,” I groaned, as my entire body shook with the effort of holding still. “Fuck, Lina.”

She was tight. So fucking tight. Her walls clenched around me, hot and wet and perfect, and I had to close my eyes for a second just to keep from coming right then and there. My fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place, trying to maintain some semblance of control even as every nerve in my body screamed at me to move, to take, to claim.

Exactly as I remembered.

Exactly like I dreamed about for seven fucking years.

Better, even. Because this time she was real, solid, and warm in my arms, not some phantom I chased in my sleep. This time I could feel the rapid flutter of her pulse beneath my lips as I pressed them to her throat. This time I could taste the salt of her skin, breathe in the scent of her, that intoxicating mix of vanilla and something uniquely her that had haunted me all this time.

“John,” she gasped, her voice breaking. Her thighs trembled where they wrapped around my waist, and I could feel thetension coiling tighter and tighter in her body. “I can’t—I need?—”

“I know,” I growled, pulling out slowly, almost all the way, feeling every inch of her grip me like she never wanted to let go. The drag of it was exquisite torture, and I savored the way her body tried to pull me back in. “I know, baby. I’ve got you.”

And then I slammed back in.

She moaned as her legs tightened around my waist, her hips rocking against mine with an urgency that matched my own. The angle was perfect. I could feel her everywhere, could feel the way her body opened for me, welcomed me, like it had been waiting for this as long as I had. Every nerve ending in my body was on fire, every thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through both of us.

“John, please.”

“Please, what?” I asked, pulling out slowly and thrusting back in, harder this time, deeper. The control I had been clinging to frayed at the edges. “Tell me what you want.”

“More,” she gasped, as her nails raked down my back, probably drawing blood. I didn’t care. The sting only added to the sensation. “I need more.”

I gave it to her. I fucked her hard against that barn wall, my hips slamming into hers with a relentless rhythm, the sound of skin against skin echoing in the empty space around us. Her back pressed against the rough wood with each thrust, her breasts bouncing, her mouth open in ecstasy. The smell of hay and leather mixed with the scent of sex and sweat, and it was intoxicating. Primal. Raw. Her moans filled the air, mixing with my ragged breathing, with the grunts I couldn’t hold back. She was so tight, so wet, so perfect around me. Every time I drove into her, she cried out, her voice getting higher, more desperate.

This is real. She is real. She is here.

“You left me,” I growled against her neck, my teeth scraping her skin, leaving red marks in their wake. My words came out harsh, accusatory, laced with all the pain I had carried for years. “You fucking left me.”

“I thought—” she gasped, her voice breaking, cracking under the weight of emotion. Her chest heaved against mine, her breath coming in short, desperate bursts. “I thought you were dead.”

“I looked for you,” I said, my voice rough, broken, raw with the truth I had never told anyone. My forehead pressed against hers, our breaths mingling in the space between us. “I tore this fucking town apart looking for you. Every street, every alley, every goddamn corner. I never stopped.”

“I’m sorry,” she sobbed, as her hands gripped my hair, pulling hard enough that it stung. Her body trembled beneath me, shaking with the force of her tears. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I should have stayed. I should have known.”

I kissed her again, harder this time, swallowing her apologies, her grief, her need. My tongue slid against hers, tasting salt from her tears mixed with something sweeter, something that was purely her, and it made me fuck her harder, deeper, chasing something I couldn’t name. Something I had lost the day she disappeared.

“Mine,” I growled against her mouth, the word coming out possessive, primal. My hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, holding her in place. “You’re mine. You’ve always been mine. Even when you were gone, you were still mine.”

“Yes,” she cried, her nails raking down my back again, drawing blood this time. The pain only spurred me on. “Yes, John. Yours. I’ve always been yours.”

I could feel her cunt tightening around me, could feel her getting close, her inner walls clenching and pulsing around my cock. The sensation was overwhelming, intoxicating, and itmade me fuck her harder, deeper, chasing that edge we were both hurtling toward. My cock was so hard it hurt, throbbing with every heartbeat, and every thrust sent shockwaves through my entire body, radiating out from where we were joined.

“Touch yourself,” I demanded, my voice rough and ragged with need. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”

Her hand slid between us, trembling slightly as her fingers found her clit, and the moment she touched herself, she moaned, a raw, broken sound that made my vision blur and my control slip even further. “That’s it,” I rasped, my hips slamming into hers with renewed urgency. “That’s it, baby. Let me feel it. Let me feel what I do to you.”

Her walls clenched around me, tighter and tighter with each stroke, and I could feel her trembling beneath me, could feel her entire body coiling like a spring wound to its breaking point. Her fingers moved faster, more desperately, circling that sensitive bundle of nerves as I drove into her again and again.

“John, I’m... I’m going to...” she gasped, her words fragmenting as pleasure consumed her.

“Come for me,” I demanded, my voice rough and commanding despite the desperation clawing at my chest. “Come on my cock, Lina. Let me feel it. Give it to me.”

She shattered. Her entire body went rigid, every muscle locking up as her pussy clenched around me so tight I saw stars, and she screamed my name, raw and broken and absolutely perfect. The sound echoed through the barn, through my very soul, branding itself into my memory forever. The sound of it, the feel of her convulsing around me, sent me over the edge as I thrust into her one last time and buried myself as deep as I could go and came.

Hard. Harder than I ever had before.