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It’s the same thing he’s said so many times. If I wasn’t so consumed by the thought of him fucking me, I’d ask when exactly that would be. But my mind isn’t in charge right now.
“Then forget about it. Stop worrying about all that. I’m naked in front of you, desperate and begging. Fuck me, Em, and forget about the world.”
He turns around and his eyes run over my body. For the first time since that first night, I feel like I want to cover up, as though his gaze is so intense it will burn me up. But isn’t that exactly what I wanted from the beginning? Pure, unadulterated need. Not for sex. For me.
“Take me, Em. Remind me I’m yours.”
He moves like lightning, so fast I barely have time to react. His fingers wrap around my wrist, and he’s dragging me to the balcony. He slides open the glass door and pulls me into the open air, three stories up.
Looking down at the parking lot below us, I’m glad that the light to my room is off or everyone could see us. Even with how dark it is, I’m sure that if someone were paying attention, they’d notice Em push me against the railing.
I hear his belt come undone as he leans over me and whispers in my ear. “I can’t shout your name from the rooftops yet, so I’ll have to make do with fucking you from the rooftop.”
This is definitely something I’d have fantasized about, but it’s terrifying in a way that nothing else has ever been. I don’t know what the difference is, though.
As I grip the railing, my body thrums with need. I told him that this is exactly what I wanted. Something public. Something that makes me nervous. Rough sex filled with passion.
I wasn’t lying. I’m so wet it’s running down my legs onto the concrete. When I turn around to look at the man I love, his pants are around his ankles, and he’s stroking his cock as he runs his hand over my ass.
“Tell me how bad you need me, Madison.” The words come out in a low growl that I doubt anyone on the ground could hear, even with how silent the night is.
“Please fuck me. Use me.”
“That’s not good enough.” God, he looks like he’s ready to destroy me.
“Do whatever you want with me. Make me yours. I want to be your toy tonight.”
That’s all it takes, and my heart skips a beat as he presses his cock against me. As soon as the tip’s in, I hear a sound I don’t expect. The sound of metal against leather. I turn my head and see him holding his belt.
What’s he going to do with it?
My breath catches as he wraps it around my neck, and then he pulls back on it. My air’s cut off as his hips slam into my ass. The leather cuts into my neck, and I feel so helpless.
And perfect. Like every time.
This is the rawness, the passion I was so desperate for. Terrifying and wonderful. Violent and incredible.
Passion is what I thought it was, what I clung to so desperately. But it’s not. It’s our way of clinging to each other as the waves of doubt and fear do their damnedest to separate us from the island of happiness we’ve found.
His hands and lips on my body. His cock inside me. Whispered words in the dark of night. Those are the handholds we cling to, the only things that keep us from floundering even after we both know that this is the happiest either of us has ever been.
Em’s hand comes down hard on my ass, the crack ringing out in the silent night as I gasp desperately for air, the belt choking me. I wish people would look up and see. To recognize us. To know that Madison Carter and Emery Brooks are fucking. Because then it’d all be real. Not some hidden secret, too fragile to bring into the light of day.
I try to look back at Em, but he jerks harder on the belt, forcing me to look straight as he grunts behind me. My ass throbs from the multiple handprints on it as he thrusts harder.
His other hand wraps around to grab my breast, using it as leverage to pull me harder onto his cock, and my knuckles turn white with how hard I cling to the rail. The sound of our bodies colliding is so loud, but neither of us is aware enough of the rest of the world to care.
His hand runs between my legs, and he slaps me. Pain shoots through me, but in this haze, the pain turns to pleasure. I try to moan, but the belt cuts it off.
I feel the orgasm building inside me, and I know it won’t be long. Then again, I doubt Em will be able to control himself for long, either. The look in his eye told me just how much he needs me.
Finally, he releases the belt, letting it fall to my side, and I gasp for breaths. His hands go to my waist before he slips out of me. I still haven’t caught my breath, and he’s turning me around. “I want to look into your eyes while you come for me,” he whispers.
Then he lifts me into the air and settles me on his cock. I run my hands through his hair as he bounces me up and down, going deeper than even before. His green eyes feel so dark tonight, but they’re still the eyes that I fell in love with. The same ones that understand me in ways no one else does.
The pressure inside me becomes too much, and as I feel the waves crash through me, I try to close my eyes. Em hisses, “Look at me while you come.” When I open them, it’s like his gaze is trying to consume me. He presses his lips to mine as I moan, inhaling the cries of pleasure.
“Fuck,” he whispers as my pussy contracts around him. My body bounces faster, completely in his control, like so many times in the past. I know that he’s getting close as his breathing speeds up, and when I put my hand on his chest, his heart feels like it’s doing its best to escape his chest.
