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She mewls, her head tilting back onto my shoulder. I drop my hands to her waist, gripping roughly as I start plunging into her. She’s drenched and tight, making the perfect combination of pleasure as it rolls through me. I let out a moan, my jaw clenching as I ravage her.
Her moans grow louder, and she leans forward, her cheek pressing against the window, her breath creating a foggy patch against the glass. The window rattles with the force of my thrusts, and I never want this to end. She fits me like a fucking glove.
Theslap, slapof our skin is heard above the heavy rain, and I can feel myself growing harder inside of her, so fucking close to unloading and filling her.
I let out another growl as I pull out of her, spinning her around. My hands go under her thighs, and I lift her into my arms. Her ankles cinch above my ass, locking herself tightly around me, my hands going under her ass as I hold her close.
I walk to the door that leads to the balcony, my elbow sliding the door open. Cool rain immediately coats our skin as I step outside. Hazel shivers against me as she leans in farther, searching for my heat.
The rain drenches us, cooling my skin that feels as if it’s on fire from her touch. I go to the railing of the balcony, pinning her back against it as I consume her fully. Her moans echo off the trees, our skin grinding against one another as our audible pleasure fights for release. We can’t stop, and I feel frenzied as I grind into her harder. She slides against me, the rain making our bodies slippery, as she finds her rhythm while searching for another orgasm.
I nudge my head against hers, and her eyes meet mine, her face glistening from the rain. Leaning forward, my lips connect with hers as I swallow her cries, my tongue diving into her mouth, wrestling for dominance. She instantly recedes, allowing me to take control, and all it does is build something in my chest, making me want to fucking conquer her more.
She trembles against me, so close to an orgasm it brings me to the edge. We rock together, harder and harder, as the rain falls onto us without reprieve, our bodies slipping against each other’s. It’s too much. It’s so fucking good. I never want it to end.
But her trembling grows, and she moans into my mouth, her tongue sinking in as it tangles with mine. I growl into her mouth, “Come for me, my little witch.”
She nods her head, and the walls of her cunt clamp around me. She orgasms, a scream ripping from her throat so loud it could wake the dead. I follow behind her, my legs weakened as I pin her against the railing. “Yes, baby, just like that.”
Her orgasm lasts forever, never-ending flutters that milk me completely. I empty myself inside of her, grunting, my thrusts slowing until I stay seated inside of her, eyes rolling in the back of my head as my orgasm comes to a stop.
I pull back, rainwater rushing from my lips as I stare at her. Something has officially changed between us. We’ve come to a crossroads, and I think we both realize we’re about to enter into something we can’t come back from.
I can see it in her eyes how much she wants to. She wants this.
I want this.
But we’re the perfect enemies… can we really be anything more?
Ilie in my bed, my sheets a comfort as I curl underneath them. My baggy sweats, sweatshirt, and fuzzy socks are a relief that I needed so badly. I’ve been through hell and back, quite literally, and I feel lucky to be alive.
But here I am, and I’ve shut everyone out for the last twenty-four hours. I needed some much-needed sleep, rest, space, and my own fucking bed.
I needed to heal.
And I am, albeit slowly. The scratches are slowly leaving, the markings on my stomach fading, though bruises have been left in their wake. My feet ache something fierce. Though more than anything, the bruises and aches that Felix has given me are more than all of them combined.
Something has changed. Something with us. I can’t explain it, and I don’t know if I’m ready to, though it’s there.
After yesterday, I told him that I needed to get home. My mom and grandmother would start wondering about me if I didn’t make an appearance soon, and that’s the truth. I know Felix and the boys don’t ever have to worry about parental control, they never have. But my mom and grandma have always been protective.
I’ve avoided them since I got home, but I know that’s not going to last for long. They’ll want to know what’s been going on, and honestly, they’ll probably be able to sense everything I’ve been through.
I know I need to get moving. I need to get up, figure out what the hell to do. Figure out, once and for all, what the hell it is that needs to be done to stop this. But the moment my limbs move, I feel an ache roll through me. An ache between my legs, and memories flood my mind of Felix.
About how he took me last night, how he made me crawl to him. How he lit candles and poured the wax on my skin. How he held me and looked at me, as if there was something deeper beneath his eyes than the cold shell of a man with so much hate in his heart.
I want him, and I think I like him.
And it scares me enough to keep me in this bed.
Knock, knock.
It’s like they knew I was thinking about them.
Whoever is behind the door doesn’t wait for me to answer. It creaks open, and my grandmother’s white head of hair pops around the door, a small smile on her face.
“I was wondering if you were ever going to wake up,” she huffs.
