Page 116 of Hell Hath No Fury

I lick a path back down, pausing between her breasts to leave a new mark and then another on her stomach. And then I kneelbetween her spread legs, grabbing onto her knees and spreading them open further for me.

Lowering my head, I place matching marks on her thighs before turning my focus on her cunt. I run my fingertips from her clit down to her wet hole, and then I stroke up and down a few times before teasing her clit with my tongue. I tease her slowly at first, with my tongue and fingers and then my lips and my teeth. First, I insert just a fingertip and then two, taking my time, watching and listening to the cues of her body as that unconscious pleasure edges her closer to orgasm.

And when it happens, when her soft sighs of pleasure turn into moans and sobs of her release, I have to pull back my hips from where they’re pressed into the bed, my urge to come almost too sharp to bear.

I wait until she’s settled again and then sit up, moving to kneel between her legs, where I reach up and grab a pillow. Raising her hips with one arm, I shove the pillow beneath her ass, adjusting her arms at her sides to better stabilize her.

Glancing at the clock, I’m surprised by how much time has gone by. The ache in my chest increases upon the realization that the critical test is imminent—that moment when the subconscious and conscious mind collide, revealing the truth, ugly as it is beautiful.

Her touch on my arm, which is braced beside her waist, draws my focus to her face. She’s looking at me, but she’s not, the open slits of her eyes still somewhat vacant as her lips curved up slightly. Then her eyes close, and she relaxes back into the subconscious she longed for, a soft sigh punctuating the distance still between us.

Knowing I’m racing against an unknown clock, I get back to business, rubbing the end of my cock in her wet pussy, wanting to make sure I’m well lubricated for that first drive inside her.

I could ease my way in, a slow, methodical insertion, but that’s not what she wanted. She didn’t ask for a slow and tender reintroduction. She wants me to take her. She wants me to take her hard and fast, over and over and over again, until we lose sight of the beginning and the end.

Her hand falls away from where she’s touched me on my arm, her entire body relaxing fully, and then I freeze, the tip of my dick pressed inside her quivering cunt, as our entire history flashes throughout my brain.

My breath is caught in my throat, the complete and utter chaos of our past ripping me asunder as she continues to lie beneath me, completely still, waiting, yet demanding.

I sit back, my hands moving to her hips, readying myself to take her as instructed when I hear it. At first, I’m not sure I heard correctly so I wait, and after only a few seconds, it comes out again, clearly this time. “Dmitri.”

My stomach drops out, my blood suddenly ices in my veins, and my fingertips dig into her hips until my knuckles are white. At first, I pull back, every nerve ending in my body telling me to flee, then I glance at the papers that I left on the bedside table and those words that she wrote on there over and over and over again.

Do not stop.

Do NOT stop.

DO NOT STOP.

“Fuck you,” I snarl as white-hot fury crashes down on me. I adjust my stance, so I’m in a better position to spear her balls-deep and then fuck her until any distant memory of that motherfucker is gone.

I loop my arm beneath her hips again, leaning over and bracing my free arm on the mattress at her side as I spit out, “You’re fucking mine.”

I drive my hips forward at the same time as I yank her toward me. I only allow myself a moment to revel in being bottomed out inside of her before I pull back and immediately shove back in, the hard slap of our bodies coming together like music to my ears. “You’re fucking mine, Antoinette. Do you hear me? Do you fucking understand that?”

I continue to pound into her as I speak, my words guttural and wild. I remove my arm from beneath her, falling forward until my front is pressed against hers, and I hook my arms under hers, beneath her shoulders, and then both hands are gripping her hair, and my cheek is pressed against hers, so my words are a guttural growl against her neck. “Say it again, I fucking dare you.”

She gasps, a low moan that increases the ache in my balls. A zing of pleasure zips down my spine, and I press my hips into hers, grinding my lower pelvis against her clit, pushing in and grinding rhythmically as I curse and groan. “That’s right, baby girl. This is your cock. The only one you’re ever going to feel again.”

I turn my head, pulling back some so I can see her face twisted in concentration, her lips open, and I push harder, grinding against her as those soft sighs and moans turn into a low sob that I know so well.

Her cunt twitches around my cock, and a shudder runs through her as that current of pleasure breaks and overflows. I come almost instinctively, my dick twitching, pleasure erupting from my balls as I spurt my release deep inside her. “Oh fuck, baby girl. That’s right. That’s exactly what you want.”

I come long and hard as she twitches beneath me, quiet, incoherent sounds of pleasure sending more sparks down my spine. But I don’t stop. I continue to fuck her, not even allowing myself a moment’s reprieve as somehow my dick hardens even more, and I rut into her like a man possessed.

I press my lips against her cheek, licking the soft skin there before biting down, wanting at least one mark on her that she can’t cover with clothing, and then I move down to her neck, licking and sucking until I have a mark big enough where there may not be enough makeup in the world to cover it.

And all the while, I continue to fuck her, and she slowly appears to be rousing, her sighs, moans, and whimpers becoming increasingly louder and more intense.

She says something incoherent, and again, I pull back and look at her face, but her eyes are closed. So I fuck her harder, my deep fear that that fucking name will fall from her lips again driving me to push her harder and faster.

Sweat rolls off my temple, dripping onto her front, and I drop my head down, licking the saltiness off her skin and then shoving my tongue into her mouth, wanting her to taste it.

I suck the next moan out of her, and then I pull back, pressing my forehead against hers as I say gruffly, “You’re gonna say my fucking name. I won’t fucking stop until you say my fucking name.”

The whimper that falls from her lips is loud, immediately followed by a sob that is quite obviously the first letter of my name.

The first letter of both our fucking names.

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