He pulls out only long enough to spin me again, lift me by the thighs, and impale me on his cock in one brutal drop. My back slams the wall; my legs wrap his waist on instinct. Face to facenow, nowhere to hide. His eyes are wild, pupils blown, heart-light flaring white-hot and terrifying.
“Look at me,” he snarls, fucking up into me so hard my teeth click together. “Look at what I am.”
I do.
I see the blood still under his nails, the tremor in his arms, the self-loathing riding him harder than he’s riding me. I see the monster he’s terrified he’s become, and the man still fighting to keep me from drowning in it.
I cup his face with both hands, force him to hold my gaze, and whisper the only truth that matters.
“You’re mine, too.”
Something fractures behind his eyes.
His thrusts turn savage, punishing, hips pistoning so fast the world blurs. My second orgasm barrels through me like a storm; I sob his name, nails raking bloody furrows down his back. He roars, slams deep one last time, and comes in thick, scalding pulses that flood me until it leaks down my thighs in messy rivulets.
For one heartbeat he buries his face in my neck, trembling, breath ragged against my skin.
Then he pulls out, sets me on my feet like I’m made of glass, and steps back.
The distance is immediate. Absolute.
He won’t meet my eyes. Won’t touch me again. Just stands there, chest heaving, cock still slick with us, blood and cum drying on his skin. The heart-light that was blazing moments ago gutters low, ashamed.
I reach for him.
He turns away.
The silence is worse than any scream.
I slide down the wall until I’m sitting in the ruin of my dress, thighs sticky, body aching in ways that feel permanent. Hepulls on his leathers with mechanical efficiency, every motion deliberate, distancing.
When he finally speaks, his voice is flat. Dead.
“Don’t ask me what I did tonight.”
Then he walks deeper into the cave and leaves me alone with the taste of blood and sex and the terrible certainty that the man who just fucked me like he hated me is the same one trying hardest not to become the monster he fears he already is.
I sit in the dark a long time, legs trembling, heart cracked open.
Because I came harder than I ever have in my life.
That’s the worst part.
