Page 157 of Between Passion and Revenge: Part One

“Fucking,” I say, wrenching her legs over my arms with my elbows at the bend of her knees. “Fucking looks like this. Just two parts sliding together until one, or both, come.”

She moans again with her lips clenched tight, and her hands go to the hem of her shirt, wrenching it off in one move.

It gets tangled at her wrist, but she leaves it there.

“Fucking is mindless, Shae. Fucking is unemotional. Anybody can fuck and completely forget about it.”

I push into her one, two, three more times before dropping her legs and bringing my hand to her swollen clit. Rubbing it hard and fast just like she likes, I say, “Fucking is about the end goal. It’s about coming. Just like you’re about to.”

“Fuck, Storm!” bursts from her lips as her entire pussy ripples around my dick with her climax.

“Again,” I grind out, still rubbing, still giving her punishing slaps of my balls against her ass as I bottom out inside her.

“I can’t,” she rasps.

“You can,” I command. “Feel it. Take this dick and come on it again.”

Her eyes roll to the back of her head and she releases a deep, fucking animalistic groan and comes again. Once she’s at the high, I keep going, moving my angle to rub my dick head against the raised patch near the mouth of her perfect cunt.

She’s still riding the high, still orgasming, so when I say, “Do it again, Shae,” she does, this time coming so hard that her entire body clenches and she squirts all over the base of my dick with her release.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” she says, her hands flexing at her sides.

“Yeah, baby,” I say after reciting the alphabet backward to keep from nutting immediately. My strokes slow to a steady, rocking rhythm. “Fucking can be pretty nice, right?”

She doesn’t say anything as I stare into her eyes, into her goddamn soul.

I lower my head until my mouth is an inch from hers. “But then there’s this,” I whisper.

With a gentleness that feels foreign but right, I kiss her. A soft press of our mouths together, followed by the touch of our tongues as we taste each other.

She sighs into my mouth, and I unleash the groan trapped in my chest for the last several seconds.

“Hold me, Shae,” I murmur when I pull back. “Wrap yourself around me.”

She untwists her hands from her shirt and pulls me into her arms. Her legs circle my waist until her ankles lock together at my lower back.

Now, in contrast to the punishing strokes I gave her minutes ago, I roll in and out of her. I use my dick to say the things I can’t say—to confess the things I’m too fucking scared to admit.

With each in and out of my body into hers, I let myself imagine a future for us. I let myself believe I can have it all—the thing I’ve always wanted but didn’t think I could ever have.

Love.

“What we do, Shae? We make love. That’s the foundation of our intimacy, baby. We can fuck sometimes, but I want you to always rememberthisis what we do.”

I pick up the speed when her breath hitches. The moment the tears start to flow freely down her face and into her hair is the moment I stop fucking with my own emotions.

I love Shae Olivya Rivers.

I’m obsessed with her. I’m possessive over her.

And I’m in love with her.

“Say it. What do we do, Shae?” My voice is damn near unrecognizable.

“We…” she starts.

“We what, Sweetness?” I ask, still holding her gaze.

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