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“It’s too cold.” He grabs his coat and tries to draw it over my shoulders again.
“Coward!” I slap away his hands, tossing my head so my shorter, shoulder-length hair flows around my neck. “Look at me, Fyre. Look what he did to me.”
“I’m sorry.” I’ve never heard Gideon’s voice so leaden, so filled with despair as in that moment.
I glare at him. “You didn’t do this to me.Hedid.Reddid this to me.” I run my hands over my breasts, down my stomach. “He hurt me, Fyre, and he’ll get what’s coming to him. But right now, I need you to stop looking at me like I’m a broken doll—” My voice catches, a horrible echo filling my head.
pretty little dolly
“And look at me like you used to. Like I’m your girl. Like you want to hold me, and kiss me...and make love to me.”
“Charlotte.” Fyre’s voice is so soft, I can barely hear him. He takes hold of my arms, staring so deep into my eyes, it’s like he can see all the way back to the day I was born. Eating every ounce of pain and suffering I’ve ever experienced.
I’m so close to tears, my head is pounding. If he pushes me away again, I’ll shatter into a thousand shards so small, no one will ever be able to put me back together again.
But he doesn’t push me away.
Eyes drowning in my misery, Fyre drags me against him and slowly, forcefully, holds his lips to mine. I let out a relieved sigh at that touch. He doesn’t kiss me gently. His mouth crushes mine, pressing so hard that I taste blood in my mouth.
I’m on my back a moment later, his jacket and the sleeping bag the only insulation between me and the icy forest floor.
“You’re so cold,” he mutters angrily.
“Then warm me up.”
Fyre growls in my ear at the challenge, and then flips me over onto my tummy. I cry out when he rips down my leggings—not all the way off, but just below the curve of my ass, to keep my legs warm. Despite how tightly my legs are clasped together, he still finds enough space for his hand.
My back warms when he drapes over me, and I groan when he nips at my shoulder, my neck, my jaw. I turn for a kiss, and he captures my mouth with his in a violent kiss that leaves me breathless, his fingers gliding relentlessly over my pussy until I can feel a warm slickness spreading over my skin.
“This isn’t healthy,” Fyre murmurs, the friction building up between his hand and my pussy enough to warm my entire body.
“Shut up and fuck me.”
“You’re repeating old patterns. Using sex to deal with your trauma. Promiscuity is—”
“You calling me a whore?” I buck against him, causing him to groan against the back of my neck. “Fine, Gideon. I’m a whore. Now why don’t you stop psychoanalyzing me and fuck me like the dirty slut I am?”
There’s the rasping of a zip, and then he’s ramming his cock balls deep inside my dripping pussy. I gasp in pain, in relief, in so much goddamn pleasure it feels like I’m leaving Earth. My toes curl inside the thick socks he stole for me as he pulls out and forces his way back in, stretching me wider than any cock I’ve ever had the pleasure of riding.
“Fuck, yes,” I mumble, throwing back my head in ecstasy.
He grasps roughly at my breast, and despite the pain as he kneads my bruised flesh, I arch my back, so I fill his hand. There’s a desperate urgency to his thrusts as he starts rutting me like an animal. Our pants fill the tent with hot, damp air, and the scent of my arousal thickening with every wet slap as he drives himself deeper inside me.
Abandoning my breasts, he instead shoves his hand between my legs, slathering up my dripping juices before they can soak into the leggings, and then massages that lube over my asshole. I gasp, going rigid when he sinks his thumb into my backdoor. He starts fucking that tight hole in time with his cock slamming into my pussy, and each time he fills me up, a deep spike of pleasure shoots through me.
“Fuck, fuck,fuck!” I lose control of my body. I’m pushing back into him as hard and fast as I can, forcing his thumb and cock even deeper inside me.
“Christ, girl, you’re ferocious,” he says.
“You never fucked a dirty whore before?” I manage through gritted teeth.
I receive a slap on the ass for that comment, but it only makes me fuck him harder. “Do you fuck all your patients this hard, professor?”
From his growl, I realize I pissed him off. From the way he thunders into my pussy, I’m shocked I haven’t come yet. But it’s only when he uses his other hand to start massaging my clit to the point of pain that my body goes stiff, and I lose myself in a wordless cry of release.
He doesn’t stop pounding into me. I go limp, but he just grabs my hips and keeps thrusting. Seconds later, he groans and slams into me, his cock pulsing as he shoots his cum deep inside my pussy.
Fyre leans over my back, grabbing my much shorter hair and using it to turn my head to the side. Cock still buried inside me, he kisses me long and deep.
