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My hips writhed, jamming into his face while my hands clenched in front of me. I hurtled toward a complete loss of my senses.
"Yessssss," I hissed. "Do it. Make me...oh, God, Brandon, fuck me!"
"Scream it, Skylar. Scream my motherfucking name!"
His order wasn't hard to follow. He withdrew his hand and suddenly replaced it with his long length. He filled me completely with one harsh thrust as he reached around to work my clit even harder. His other hand smacked me again, the crack of skin on skin filling the room. The sound of my screams filled the air, seemed to undo him as much as they did me, and it didn't take long before we were both falling apart completely.
"FUCK!" he cried as he came in a fury, emptying himself into me completely.
"Brandon!" I cried out.
We fell forward together into the couch, my hands still bound over the cushions. Eventually I wriggled out of the tie––clearly Brandon wasn't a knot-making expert.
"Brandon?" My voice was slightly muffled in the pillows.
"What, Skylar?" he mumbled into my neck.
His big body covered mine completely, his warmth pulsing through the clothes we were still both wearing. I reached a hand behind me to comb through his curls. He was still gasping and seemed to calm a little as I clutched his soft hair.
"I love you," I said. Then, after a few more breaths: "I'm sorry."
It was the wrong thing to say. A split-second later, Brandon pushed off me, eyes closed as if in pain. I twisted around to look at him, but he wouldn't meet my gaze.
"Fuck," he muttered to himself, pushing his hands over his face violently, then tugged even harder at his hair. "Fuck."
Then he started to move in a frenzy, yanking his shirt back over his shoulders, refastening his pants. He ducked around the couch toward the elevator, still swearing to himself over and over again as he grabbed his keys and wallet from the entry table and pounded the elevator button so hard I thought he might break it.
"Where––where are you going?" I asked. I now stood next to the sofa, pulling my dress back down. I had absolutely no idea where my underwear ended up, and my body was still flushed from the effects of our union.
Brandon finally turned to face me, struggling to close his shirt. Two buttons were torn off completely. He had scratch marks down one side of his face. The combination of that, the wild blond riot of his hair, and the slightly crazed look in his eyes, made him look like some kind of marauder.
He took one look at my own disheveled state, and seemed to lose it completely.
"FUCK!" he shouted.
He turned and swiped at the flower vase standing on the entry table. The glass shattered all over the dark wood floors, scattering the petals of red and white roses.
I stood stock-still while Brandon's chest heaved. A lone tear slid down his reddened cheeks, and he seemed to be struggling for breath. But I couldn't move. Who was this person? Had I created him?
The elevator doors number continued to light up higher, although they hovered at twenty for a while. Brandon took one look at them, and shook his head violently.
"Fuck it," he said, more to himself than to me, and opened the door to the stairwell instead.
I just watched in a trance as the heavy door banged shut and the quick echoes of Brandon's sprinting footsteps grew faint. All I was left to wonder was about how desperately he needed to be away from me that he preferred to jog down twenty-eight flights of stairs instead of waiting a few more minutes for the elevator.
I stared at the broken glass for several minutes, wondering whether I should clean it up. But in the end, I just hobbled to my bedroom. I shut the door and leaned against it, keeping my eyes shut for a very long time.
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