Page 117 of Hell Hath No Fury

I release my grip in her hair, pushing myself off her and bracing my upper body on my hands. “I know you’re awake.”

Her eyes are squeezed shut now, and her head tosses back and forth, but then her heels poke along my thighs, and I watch, awestruck, as she ever so slowly awakens beneath me.

“Fucking look at me.”

Her eyelids flutter, but then squeeze shut again. Her heels pressed into my thighs relax some and then tighten again, and she shakes her head. I drop my head forward, kissing her hardfor a few seconds before pulling back and gritting out, “You open your fucking eyes and look at me.”

Again, she shakes her head, but her heels dig in harder, her hands slowly moving until she’s gripping my torso lightly. I bend down and kiss her again, this time biting her lip hard before pulling back. “You’re going to fucking know who owns you. Your body, mind, and entire fucking soul are mine. You open your fucking eyes.”

Her eyelids flutter and then open halfway, but still, she stares rather vacantly. I push off of her, one hand gripping her hip as I move the other to her breast. I pinch and pull at her nipple. “You’re going to say my name if I have to fuck you all goddamn night.”

The sob that falls from her mouth is guttural and pained. I pause for the briefest second and then shake my head, my hand moving from her nipple to her clit, my thumb rubbing over it firmly before giving it a pinch. She jerks beneath me, her eyes opening slightly wider, an incoherent word falling between us. “What was that, baby girl?”

Her sob comes out frustrated now, her hands on my torso becoming firmer, her heels digging into the back of my thighs almost painfully as I stop moving, my thumb a constant pressure on her clit. “Open your eyes, baby girl.”

At first, she closes them, squeezing them shut again. But then, after a few beats, they open, two bright blue orbs sparking with life. My heart stops in my chest, the very last thread of control I have ready to snap as I whisper, “Who do you belong to?”

Her face twists, a kaleidoscope of emotion over a few seconds that feels like an eternity. And then, she whispers, “You.”

Still, I don’t move. With my cock pressed inside her, my thumb still against her clit, and my hand gripping her hip flexing, I ask, “And who the fuck am I?”

Again, emotions twist her features, and, at first, she shakes her head, confusion coming to the forefront that sends a jolt of fear straight through me. But then, as quickly as it was there it’s gone, the confusion melting away, first to fear, and then to anger, quickly followed by sadness.

And then light.

Her lips smile, even as tears stream from the corners of her eyes. Her hands move from where she’s been gripping my torso, yanking on my arms until I take the hint and allow her to pull me down on top of her.

Her arms wrap around my shoulders, one of her hands delving into the hair at the back of my head as she pulls me down. Pushing my face into her neck, she raises her head until her lips are against my ear. “Darius.”

The guttural sob that bursts from within me is made from the months and months of agony finally letting go. I yank the pillow from beneath her, both of my hands gripping her ass cheeks as I pull her into the heavy press of my body. Then we’re writhing, thrusting, and grinding together as she continues to chant my name against my ear. “Darius. Darius. Darius.”

She comes quietly, her entire body shuddering beneath me, and I go with her, allowing her tremors and whimpering moans to pull my orgasm from my body. Then I push into her fully, continuing to grind against her clit, wanting her to get as much pleasure as she can in this moment until both of us are panting. We lie there, the sticky slide of sweat between us.

Eventually, I pull back enough that my softening cock is pulled from inside her. I shift again, but she clutches at me, so I slide back down, doing my best not to suffocate her with the weight of my body on top of hers.

She sighs, nuzzling closer, as I whisper, “You okay, baby girl?” She nods but says nothing in response, so I add, “I’m gonna need your words.”

After a moment’s pause, her hoarse reply warms me. “I’m great. Never fucking better.”

Now I laugh, mentally and physically exhausted to the point I’m not sure if I’m okay, but so euphoric I’m incapable of putting it into words.

As if sensing the shift in our dynamic, she releases me and then gently pushes at me until I slowly roll onto my side and then onto my back. She comes up onto her knees beside me, leans over me, and studies me intently. “Are you okay?”

I stare back at her, searching her eyes and face, looking for signs of stress and seeing none. Her eyes are clear, her expression entirely relaxed. I manage to nod, and she frowns at me, and then the next thing I know, she’s scurrying off the bed. I barely manage to lift my head as I ask, “Where are you going?”

She doesn’t bother turning around; she just waves at me as she veers into the bathroom, and then I hear the tell-tale sound of water splashing and pooling in a tub. “Hey,” I attempt to shout, but it comes out more like a croak. “That’s my fucking job.”

She reappears in the room, giving me a familiar roll of her eyes that has me smiling like a fool. She stops beside the bed, her hands on her hips. “Haven’t you ever heard that a great relationship is a sliding scale?”

At first, I frown and then snort. “Sounds like something Declan would fucking say.”

She smiles widely. “Close. It was Issa.”

I snort again, finding myself incapable of any real response. Then she shakes her head, her hands moving to my arms, where she gives me a tug. “The only difference is I can’t carry you into the bathroom, so I’m going to need a tiny bit of assistance.”

Grunting, I manage to heave myself up until I’m sitting on the edge of the bed. She eyes me suspiciously and asks, “Do I need to get help?”

The idea of her going to get someone to assist me to the bathroom has me standing up abruptly. I weave back and forth for a moment but then manage to get myself straight, and after a few hesitant steps, I walk into the bathroom on my own.

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