Page 28 of The Tower

I feel safe and preserved, fooled into thinking that I'm healed and in full possession of my strength. My body hasn't felt this light in ages. Almost a week has passed since a bullet tore through my left shoulder and another left a burning kiss on my hip. I've been crippled ever since, alternating between pain and a hazed mind from the drugs running through my veins.

This vertigo is different. It's better. So, so much better.

He has no idea what a precious gift he just gave me.

Lightness. Healing. A shimmering ray of hope.

His hands leave my core, and he straightens up.

"Look at me."

I dizzily lift my head as much as I can. He is standing in front of me, stroking his length while I revel in the view of his sculpted chest. Scars adorn his tanned skin, remnants of the violent and dangerous life he's led up until now.

I flinch in surprise when he moves forward, hovering over me while pulling the big sweater over my head with quick but cautious motions to expose my naked chest. The left side of my body is still covered in bandages and my arm secured in a splint. It's not the sexiest sight and realizing that makes me squint in shameful agony.

Keane, however, hums with approval as his lusty eyes travel along my naked body.

"I'm going to fuck you now," he promises while placing his hard length between my thighs. "And I won't stop until you come again."

A gasp escapes me when he grabs me by the hips, pulling me closer to him.

He teases my entrance with the tip of his member, watching my reaction. His hands are still on my hips, his thumbs now caressing the soft skin on my pelvis while I squirm beneath him.

I want him inside me, and when he finally shoves forward, spreading me with his impressive girth, I let out a thankful moan.

He starts slowly, but only the first few thrusts are gentle. His motions soon turn more aggressive, and I find myself shoved back and forth with brute force as he takes me like he promised, wild and relentlessly.

I bend my knees, trying to support myself, but his movements are so strong and so overwhelming that I don't stand a chance. He feels divine inside me, and I love seeing his strong arm muscles flex while he fills me.

I've had my fair share of men, or boys rather. But it was never like this. With Keane, it feels like we're two dancers, working in unison for years. It's our first time together, but it doesn't come with the usual clumsiness and awkward distance. With him, everything makes sense.

The terror, the fear, the pain we've shared. He shot me, he robbed me, and now, he's keeping me safe, giving me a promise that no one has ever given me before.

The promise that everything will be good in the end.

Because he's right there with me, providing the guiding hand I've missed all my life.

I close my eyes as I take him in, my channel tightening around his hardened length as he continues to ram inside me.

We are perfectly in sync, following a rhythm that I've found hard to achieve with other men. With him, everything clicks into place at once without any pressure. He shifts me a little, lifting my hip and forcing me to arch my back even more. This change in position causes a new stimulation, slowly but surely building to my next release.

He notices and casts me a triumphant smile. Shortly after, I can feel his finger on my clit again, teasing my most sensitive spot in order to make me come.

I groan with pleasure, giving in to him with all I have.

"Tell me when you're about to come," he hisses. His voice is dark and has a daunting tone to it, mixed with his out-of-breath excitement.

He puts more pressure on my nub, hitting just the right spot. I arch my back, heaving from the mattress when a sudden sting of bliss takes over my entire being. This climax hits just like his way of fucking—relentless, brute and overpowering.

"I'm c—" I breathe in between bewildering waves of pleasure. My voice is drowned, as is my mind.

I don't worry. I don't think. I don't fear.

But I feel alive as I never have before. I feel strong and powerful, in control, when really, I am not.

It's all him. But even this godlike man of steel is powerless against the forces of pleasure.

A deep groan followed by a few extra deep and slow thrusts reveals his own release. He closes his eyes and throws his head back while his own climax takes over, and our joint moans fill the room.

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