Page 119 of Tempting Fate

I wrench my mouth from hers to ask, “You ready?”

“Bring it.”

Grinding my dick against my woman’s thigh, I press a third finger inside her pussy. I finger fuck her with a lack of finesse that speaks to my loss of control. As Lily’s hips buck and she wobbles to stay upright on one leg, I use my thumb to work her clit.

“God, I’m gonna come.” Lily’s walls pulse around my fingers. I take her to the edge, right to the cusp, then I withdraw from her tight heat. “No. No. Please.”

Her begging fall on deaf ears. I wrap her hair around my wrist and turn her to face the wall. Using my grip on her wet locks, I force Lily to arch her back until her arse is dick height, then I glide my cock between her legs. Over and over, I brush her clit with the head of my dick until her pleasure is peaking again.

The feral sounds escaping her lips are a fucking turn-on.

As soon as I’m positive she’s on the cusp of coming, I pull back.

“No. Please. Oh.” I’m rough when I fill her in one thrust. Lily’s feet scramble for purchase on the wet floor, and she slaps her hands to the wall to keep her balance. “God. Yes. God.”

“Do you feel that?” I ask as her pussy grips me tight. “I’m deep as I can be, Cherub, but your hungry little cunt still wants more.”

“Give it to me, Venom. Make it hurt.”

Lily hisses when I pull out and drive back inside her. Over and over, I fuck her like I hate her. There isn’t an ounce of love in my actions, yet we both know that’s what this is. The purest kind of love making. The type that rips your soul to shreds, breaks you, bleeds you out, then puts you back together.

Rough sex is our way of proving that we can withstand anything. Lily’s PTSD. Her triggers. My lack of control. The rage that stalks me. Alex’s reign of terror. Brutus’ betrayal. The Shamrocks’ potential demise. While we have the ability to accept the other’s weaknesses, our ugly shortcomings, both physically and mentally, nothing can break us apart.

“You’re gonna come now, aren’t you, little Cherub?”

“Y-yes.”

I slide my hand around her hip and over her lower belly until I reach her clit.

My touch is harsh while I work her into a frenzy.

“F-fuck. Fuck,” Lily curses, slapping the wall with one hand.

After readjusting my grip on her hair, I force Lily to arch back as far as she can. Her thighs must be screaming, but that doesn’t stop me from pumping into her faster. She’s on her tiptoes, doing her best to absorb my savagery while I use my dick and my fingers to wring every last ounce of ecstasy from her body. When her walls clench around me, a guttural groan is wrenched from somewhere deep in my chest.

“That’s it, metukà shelì. Come hard. Milk me, sweet thing.”

We climax together. Her pussy spasms around my length, squeezing me tight, prolonging my orgasm until my legs are shaking, and I slump over her with a shout. Trapped between me and the wall, Lily wobbles on her feet. Her chest rises and falls as she pants through the aftershocks that wrack her trembling frame. Once I’ve caught my breath, I unwind her hair from my wrist, wrap my arms around her waist and drag her out from beneath the water. I set her on the bathroom basin then wrap a towel around her. Once the shower tap is flicked off, I dry myself. Lily hasn’t moved. Her chin is close to her chest, and her eyes are closed. I knot my towel around my waist and approach her.

“What’s wrong?” I ask when I notice that she’s trying not to cry.

Lily sniffs. Her gaze is watery when she meets mine. “I don’t want tomorrow to come.”

“Me neither. But the only way out of this is through it.”

“Still sucks.” Lily hits me with a wobbly smile that stabs me straight in the heart. “Still makes me sad.”

Rather than comfort her with lies like I would’ve mere days ago, I simply nod, then towel her off. Once I’ve worked the wide-toothed comb through Lily’s long locks, it takes two attempts to secure her hair into a bun on top of her head.

“Let’s get some sleep, sweet thing.”

“Okay.”

Lily hops off the basin and takes the hand I offer her. Without a word, she lets me lead her to our bed. I spoon her from behind, burying my face in the crook of her neck to inhale her scent. She laces her fingers with mine and pulls the arm I have over her waist tighter.

“It’s not forever.”

Her voice is small when she asks, “Promise?”

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