Page 78 of Love Him Like Water

I lowered her panties, then freed myself, loving the way she wiggled around, desperate to feel my cock deep inside of her again.

I slid my cock up her pussy, letting her wetness coat me, then pressed back and surged inside.

Lore’s moan was almost pained as I slammed in to the base, feeling her pussy tighten greedily around me, begging for more.

“You feel so fucking good,” I groaned as I started to fuck her. Hard and fast and deep. “Oh, fuck, baby,” I hissed as she tried to rock backward into my thrusts, her loud moans filling the apartment. “You’re going to make me lose control.”

Then, as her pussy spasmed hard around my cock, I did just that, slamming into her until I came with a groan, my vision going white with the intensity of it.

I stayed planted deep as we both started to come back down, and I couldn’t help but love the idea of being inside of her raw, of coming inside of her, something I never had happen before.

“Why don’t you go get cleaned up for me, mouse?” I asked as I pulled her panties back into place, then helped her stand up on what seemed like wobbly legs. “I’ll deal with this mess.”

With that, I watched her go, feeling like we’d made progress tonight.

Or so I hoped.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Lore

Renzo solved our problems with sex.

There was no way to deny that as another week passed.

And nothing changed.

He kept crawling into bed, lavishing over my body, teasing and pleasing my growing hopelessness out of me, and replacing it with pleasure and those sticky, tricky sex hormones.

The nights were all the same.

Falling into a deep, contented sleep with Renzo’s body close and comforting.

But the mornings were all the same too.

Waking up alone, that same deep, aching loneliness and emptiness clawing in my stomach, growing until it felt like that was all there was in the world.

I tried to chase those feelings away by keeping my days busy. I took to cleaning the apartment, shooing Elian away when he tried to gather the glasses and plates and garbage from the still frequent parties, insisting that I needed something to do to make my days productive.

The look on Elian’s face said he saw beneath the mask I was putting on, but he didn’t press. And I didn’t know if I was grateful for that, or if it only hurt more, only made me feel more alone.

I had Cinna on occasion. But mostly only when she was popping over with coffee for me because she was in the area. It seemed like Renzo wasn’t the only member of his family who worked themselves to the bone, day in and out. And, I imagined, Cinna felt the need to work even harder than most of the other members of the family, feeling the need to prove herself because she was a woman in a male-dominated world.

But that was… it.

That was all I had.

Long, restless days where I cleaned endlessly, then tried to focus on my books. Mostly failing. Before eating something Elian dropped off, and crawling into bed.

Where I sat awake, hating myself for it, but aching for a look, a touch, a few kind words from my husband who only seemed to remember I existed when I was right in front of him.

The party was still raging a floor below me as I curled up in bed, my cramps making me rock and whimper to myself. All the while an ache no less intense started in my chest, knowing that this would be the night when I wouldn’t get my little fix of Renzo’s attention, when I would have to go through an entire week with nothing to light the growing darkness within.

I heard the footsteps on the stairs, but this time the little thrill inside was buried under the ache for a glimpse of Renzo’s sweetness.

The door opened, bringing the laughter, conversation, and music for a moment, before silencing it again.

“What’s wrong?” Renzo asked, and I could practically feel his dark gaze on me.

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