Page 67 of Shifted

"Please, just please fuck me," he thrust into me quickly, giving me little time to react. I felt my nails claw into his back as I groaned aloud, adjusting to his size. But he didn't seem to mind; if anything, I felt him grow harder inside of me. His thrusts were fast-paced, going deeper with each thrust.

Most of the time, I wasn't able to take him fully, but today, he made it feel easy and enjoyable, "Oh my god," He leaned down to my left boob as he continued pumping into me. He grazed his teeth with it and then took it into his mouth. The sensation of every bit of my body was overwhelmed in the most pleasurable way. I felt him begin to hit my back wall as I grew closer, "I have to come." He nodded as his thrusts grew even faster. The only sound in the room was our bodies colliding together with a mess in between. Our breathless bodies intertwined with kisses.

"Oh, shit… Hope," He groaned as I felt him harden. A burning knot comes to my stomach, and I feel myself tighten around him, “Fuck, fuck, fuck" I feel him reach his release as his head drops to my shoulder, continuously sucking against it. He continued slow thrusts as we stayed in this position. He lifts himself to stare at my face, a lazy, stupid smile spread across it.

"I love you," He assures me, leaning down and melting his lips against mine.

"I love you too," I remind him, as I do each day.

"People say sometimes that it's hard to love someone, Hope, but you make it easy." Butterflies swarm my stomach as he speaks. He makes me feel loved in ways I have never experienced. He makes me question what I did to deserve him or a love like this.

"You'll be mine one day, officially. We'll be married with kids."

"Kids? Do you want kids? I don't see you as the baby type?" He laughed, and we both knew that wasn't true. He loved children and was extraordinary with them.

"There's no one else I'd want them with; you're it for me. You have always been it for me; I knew it when I met you." I curl my body against him, laying my head against his chest.

"Love at first sight, huh?" I tease, feeling his smile grow against my head.

"I think I knew I wanted to pin you down and fuck you when we met-" I jabbed him in the arm as he spoke so bluntly.

"Fuck you," I mumbled.

"Do you think you'll ever be ready for kids one day?" His question leaves my heart racing. Kids weren't on my mind, especially after my parent's treatment of me. They weren't really on my agenda. I had my own plans and life to succeed, and sharing that scared me.

"Maybe, if my parents didn't fuck me up too much" His hand snakes around my stomach. He pressed his hand flat against it. As if he was imagining what it would be like. I swiftly remove it and turn to face him, "It's going to be some time before a baby." He nodded in agreement, "I have to go to law school, become a lawyer, and work at a firm. I think telling people about us would be a good step, maybe marriage too?"

"Ah, traditionalist, I see?" Shrugging at him, he smiles.

"Is it the most-crazy thing?"

"Not at all, Hope, not at all."

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Present

I watch as Reed throws the dough in the air, attempting to perfect his pizza-making technique. But as the dough hits the ceiling, I watch as his face grows in frustration. He had a scotch when he got home and about two glasses of wine in the span of twenty minutes, and it surely was going straight to his head. Work was stressful today, from what it seemed.

"I told you I could always just do it for you?" I was a master at this, and it was one of my hidden talents. Though I'm not sure if being able to throw dough like that was a skill.

"No, no, I need to master this baby. I'll get it soon! Maybe or maybe my dreams of being a pizzeria owner are dead!" He smirked at me, and I stared at his navy-blue scrubs. He'd gotten home about an hour and a half ago, and I surprised him with make your own pizza. But God, did he look delicious. He still smelt of hospital and hand sanitizer. His hair was a mess in itself, but I thought it made him look even more attractive.

"I think we should order in because we both know that whatever pizza we make... it's going up in flames, love." I felt my cheeks flush as he said it. We've officially been dating for four months. He told me he loved me, and thankfully, when I didn't say it back yet, he understood. He didn't pressure me or seem upset in any way. He told me not to rush it and that “I’ll get there.”

"I think that's a good call." Leaning in, I take his lips into mine and sink into the kiss. It grows deeper as his hands slip around my waist, holding me tight. Then I’m lifted onto the counter, and my legs are straddled around him. I attempt to pull back for air, but he pulls me closer, and then I finally lose my grip and face him. His hair was now more-messy, and his lips reddened from mine.

"Fuck" he groaned, staring at me, "Sometimes I can't get over how sexy you are, so tempting" His face nuzzled into my neck, leaving marks that I'd have to cover in the morning.

He lifts me off the counter, and before I can think, he brings us into his bedroom, placing me back against his bed and towering over me. Before I could get a word in, he smashed his lips against mine aggressively. His arms pinned me against his bed, and I struggled slightly as I felt trapped. He was rough with his kisses as his teeth bit my lip, and the tightening around my wrists made me feel uncomfortable. I wasn’t enjoying a second of this; instead, I started to get scared.

"Reed." I try and get out. He ripped open my shirt as I attempted to push him off. Then I felt pain as his teeth sunk into my shoulder, and I shrieked, “You’re hurting me.” He then removed them, sucking onto me.

"Reed…" I warn.

"You taste..." He began to mumble, ignoring all of my words. Before he could make another move, I pushed him back and gripped the bitten area on my shoulder. He backed away, staring at me, confused. I knew he was drunk, and wine seemed to be his downfall. I’d seen him like this before, but he didn’t lay a hand on me.

"What the fucks is going on with you?" He sneered as impatience filled his voice. He looked angry, something he’d never truly shown. My stomach felt tight as I began to feel almost threatened.

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