Page 93 of Unrequited
“I don’t care if it hurts,” she whispers, her eyes wide and unwavering. “You’re the only one I want to feel this with. Please, take me. Take me with everything.”
My shoulders are trembling from holding back, from not slamming into her the way my body’s begging to. But I glide in again, slow and smooth. Her tight, hot, perfect pussy grips my cock like she was made for me.
In and out. In and out. I move in rhythm, matching her moans with every pulse. I continue pushing into her, losing myself.
“Oh, yes, please,” she pants out. “Yes, that feels so good.”
I thrust in and out, faster, deeper. I feel like a goddamn boy. I can’t hold back much longer. I’m gonna come, and I can’t stop it.
I have no control. Sheownsme. She’s everything I ever fucking wanted.
I’m shaking when I ease into her again, and again.
Over and over. I’ve conquered cities, torn through empires, claimed my entire clan, and yet here, with her? I can’t even hold myself together. I’m unraveling.
I’ve always prided myself on self-control. But now? Now it’s slipping. It’s taking everything in me not to pound into her like an animal.
“More, Seamus,” she whispers. “I can take it.”
“Love…” I breathe, then push all the way in. She gasps, sharp, breathless.
I reach up, caressing her breasts, holding her with reverence. My large hands curve over her shoulders, anchoring her to me as I begin to build a deeper rhythm.
In and out. In and out. Her body trembling under mine, giving herself fully.
She lets out a soft, hoarse breath. “I’m going to come again, I think.”
“You said it, love. Just let go. It’s all yours now, every last bit of it.”
This is hers now.
I feel her climax around me, tight, clenched, then softening as she moans and her eyes flutter shut.
I can’t help it anymore. I spill into her. Claiming her. My hot seed lashes against her walls as I groan, my body bucking with the force of release. Even now, I’m holding back. Still gentle, still careful.
Slowly, I thrust into her again, easing out, then in. Soft. Rhythmic. Ecstasy floods me as she holds me.
I’m boneless, paralyzed, spent.
My forehead touches hers. I’m breathless. “Oh god, Zoya… That was perfect,” I whisper.
My body’s still damp, a sheen of sweat clinging to me, but I don’t care. She kisses my shoulder and whispers back, “Perfect.”
Then she murmurs, “Hold me, Seamus.”
Still inside her, I fold my arms around her body and hold her close. That’s when I notice the tears streaking down her cheeks.
“Zoya?” My voice drops. “Oh my god. I’m a fucking asshole. What happened? Are you okay? I hurt you.”
She shakes her head. “No… no…” she chokes out. Her eyes are wet, and when she blinks, fresh tears fall. “I don’t know why I’m crying. But it’s not because it hurt, I promise.”
She clutches me tighter. “I’d do that a hundred times over. It’s just…”
She sniffs.
“When you left… When you didn’t come back, Seamus…”
She’s crying freely now, burying her head in the crook of my arm. My own throat tightens, and my nose starts to tingle. I fight to stay composed.
