Page 26 of Volatile

She nodded but didn’t know what she was agreeing to. He was already inside her.

“Fuuuuuck....”

He’d suddenly expanded, making her question her sanity. Her eyes fluttered back, then she closed them again. For good this time. It was all too much. She couldn’t look at him anymore. She thought he’d already been fully inside, but now... now this was all of him, and she didn’t know if she could take it without breaking in two.

“Is that all of you now?” she asked softly, needing to confirm. She wasn’t even sure if he’d heard her until he chuckled.

“Yes, is it too much?”

He kissed her, teasing his tongue around hers and transporting her to another place. Slowing his pace, he let her experience everything. His hands clenched tightly around her, not letting her go. If she did break, he’d be there to catch her.

“No,” she said.

It might have been, but she was too far gone to know for sure. Maybe it wasn’t enough. Maybe what she needed was to feel more. Harder. Faster. She’d already activated a mass of long-forgotten nerves. Who knew what signals of hers were twisted?

She wondered if he’d read her mind. As soon as the single word left her mouth, he gave her no more time to ask herself questions. His thrusting became primal but more precise. Brutal, but tender. A flood of contradictions and she loved it. Every single inch.

Her shirt was sliding up, her back scraping against the rough wall as he took her, never asking again if it was too much. Her body welcomed the furious intrusion to the point of never wanting it to end.

When she tightened around him, he swore into her mouth, taking her with more force. She loved bringing that reaction out of him. Maybe he was thinking about someone else, maybe even that blonde woman with her jutting tits, but it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter because what Ivy was feeling was so damn real and he was making her feel so damn good. As long as his body kept moving like that, it made no difference what was in his mind.

She was limp, a bag of jelly around him, but he held her up flawlessly. Her soft muscles clashed with her hammering insides. Her back was sore, battering against the wall while he made his final thrusts.

A groan escaped his mouth, and she wanted to focus more on it, but she was too dazed herself. She hadn’t come down yet. He began to slow, moving in and out gently while his lips caressed hers. He was allowing her to ease back, instead of abruptly pulling her away, and for whatever reason, that made her incredibly thankful. She didn’t know what would’ve happened if she’d dropped quickly from that level.

Little by little, she regained her senses, and the full implication of what they’d done hit her hard and heavy. She’d enjoyed every moment, but it was nothing like she was used to. Time had stood still, giving her the opportunity to savor every sensation. But in reality, it had all happened very quickly; the ticking clock on the wall confirmed that.

It’d been a sudden impulsive act that gave new meaning to the word passion. Her first fleeting instinct was not one of regret but neediness. She wanted more. Much more.

But as soon as he slipped out of her, she felt an emptiness. Not just in her body, but in her self-respect. She still wanted more, but she wouldn’t degrade herself to get it. And now that it was all over, she found that it did matter. It mattered if he was using her while thinking of that other woman. The one he must still have feelings for or else he wouldn’t have become so defensive over her questions.

The one who is nothing like you.

Ivy had been nothing more to him than a right place at the right time. She’d finally felt intense passion, experiencing a chemistry that shattered and blew her away.

She’d finally felt another man’s unbridled lust towards her and feared it had nothing to do with her at all.

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