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She turns her face away from me, into the pillow, and after a few more seconds in which I struggle to find words, I simply leave her there and head to the shower to wash off the last remnants of the attack.
I don’t bother dressing after. I need to feel my wife, skin on skin. When I return, Bianca seems to be of the same mind. She has removed her robe and is lying on her back, naked.
She opens her arms, and her breasts jut upward, her nipples puckered and pointing. Then she drops her legs wide, her knees bent to display the pink folds of her cunt. She’s already wet and ready.
My cock hardens instantly at the sight.
“Hold me, please, Rio.” Her voice breaks on my name. She swallows convulsively before clearing her throat. Then she lifts her chin. “Fuck me. Make me forget.”
* * *
Bianca
Rio ison me within seconds, his lips crashing against mine and his hands seemingly everywhere at once as he settles his hips between my open legs. His flesh is already rigid, pressing against my belly as he grinds into me.
I groan at the sensation that rolls out from our connection. Wanting more. Needing more. Needing it all.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. Wanting sex after such a horrific event. But I crave Rio. I need him more than I ever have. I want his strength, his power, hispossession, like I’ve never wanted it before.
I writhe beneath him, giving in to impulse and letting thought drift away. I arch up when strong fingers pinch at one of my nipples, twisting the nub to the point of pain.
“Yes,” I cry out between clenched teeth. “More!”
He bends his head and pulls my breast into his mouth, licking and laving and biting down on the flesh. I shudder at the pain and moan some more, knowing I’ll have bite marks tomorrow.
It’s not enough. It will never be enough.
He gets off on my pain. And since meeting Rio, I know I do, too.
I run my hands over hard muscle and silken skin, digging my fingernails in deeply when I reach his back. Lashing out. Marking him.Mine.
He grunts and raises his head, staring down at me with eyes so dark and intense I know I will never see the bottom of that pool of blackness within him.
What does he see? Do I have the same blackness within me?
Are we the same, me and Rio?
Abruptly, he flips me over onto my stomach before lifting my bottom and smacking me. The sting is sudden and sharp and brings instant tears to my eyes. He does it again, and I let out an involuntary squeal. Despite the shock and the pain, I lift my ass higher, wanting more.
Ineedmore. I need it all. So I can forget.
“Fuckme!” I can barely get words out; my voice is so hoarse and full of desire. “God, Rio, please. Give me oblivion. After today, give me that at least.”
There is no thought left after that, only instinct. No more foreplay, only fucking.
He grips my hips and then shoves inside me in one hard thrust. I rock back against him, writhing on his cock, urging him to go faster, harder, todestroyme…
“Fuck, Bianca. Fuck, woman. I need you. So fucking bad…” His rhythm falters, becomes erratic, and his flesh inside me grows impossibly larger. Harder.Perfect.
The orgasm rises within me, not clitoral but from deep inside. It coils, and grows, and rolls out like a tsunami wave right through my body until I can’t hold it in any longer, and I scream and buck uncontrollably beneath him as the force of my release takes me over the edge.
Vaguely, I hear his roar behind me and feel his shudders and the hot spurting heat within as he tumbles with me over the cliff edge into climax.
But even as my body convulses along with Rio and I continue to pray for oblivion, the gruesome images of blood and gore and staring dead eyes remain imprinted on my mind and burned into my memory.
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“It is impossible to underestimate the significance of your today’s choices.”
