Page 44 of Ugly Truths
I thought I’d built this up in my head. The grief and confusion gave me a warped sense of reality, but it’s exactly how I remembered it.
And it’s fucking delicious.
Without thought, I go in for another taste, working her with my tongue. Her thighs quiver around my shoulders, muscles taut like she’s trying to hold herself together.
Every twitch, every choked little moan she lets slip just makes me harder. Her raspy mewls fuel me, especially when she tries not to rock against my face but fails, over and over again. She pushes just enough to bear herself down on my tongue and feed me more.
All summer I’d been chasing this high, convinced that I’d romanticized it, turned her into some perfect illusion, and that her body never responded to mine like this.
Now, there’s no denying it. Not with the way she soaks my beard, how her body seizes every time I circle her clit just right. It’s in the quiet, breathless way she whispers for me not to stop.
Goddamn it.
It was always this good.
Elena starts to unravel. Her voice turns into broken little begs as she pushes harder into my mouth. Just when I feel her about to tip over the edge, I pull back.
She groans, hips twitching to follow the friction. My chest hums.
I rise to full height, watching the way her back arches, a sheen of sweat highlighting every curve, every muscle coiled with need. I bow over her body, pressing the hard length of my cock into the dip of her spine, and she whimpers at the contact.
My hand slips between her thighs again, cupping her as she grinds into my drenched palm without shame, chasing anything I’ll give her.
I lean down, lips grazing the shell of her ear, breath hot as I whisper, “Don’t worry, Lena.” I nip at the lobe. She gasps. “I’ll give you exactly what you need.”
The nickname slips out before I can stop it. She might be El to the rest of the world—to that fuckhead Luis—but Lena ismine.
I pull back just enough to move between her thighs, sliding my cock into the slick warmth between them, not entering but instead nestling in the delicious heat. My hand follows the swell of her ass until it finds one of the larger scars across her left cheek. I trace the edges with my fingertips, slow and reverent, even as something dark flares in me.
How the hell did I end up here?
I don’t know what I’m doing. Not with her. Not with any of this. She’s had me in a chokehold since the beginning, and I don’t know how to get free.
I haven’t moved in seconds. Maybe longer. That’s when she turns her head, still propped on her elbows, one flushed cheek pressed into the sheet and the other visible to me. She glances back like she’s about to say something, but my frustration bubbles over before she can.
I rear back and bring my hand down.
The sound cracks through the room. Her body jolts from the force of it, and a broken moan rips from her throat before the noise fades completely. Every vertebrae bows, pushing into my touch, chasing the sting. My body blazes at her reaction.
“Fuck,” I rasp, smoothing my hand over the reddening flesh like I might soothe it and show mercy. Then I do it again.
Harder.
Elena buries her face in the mattress to muffle the sound, but I can still feel her hips jerk and thighs shake. I keep going, watching the bounce of her ass after each hit. My handprint becomes more defined as her skin starts to turn a subtle purple.
Between the strikes, she speaks—barely above a whisper. “Keep going,” she breathes. “I can take it.”
Goddamn her.
Each time my palm lands, I can feel her dripping down the length of my cock. It’s obscene. Addictive. Infuriating. She’s supposed to hate this. I’m not supposed to want to bury myself inside her right now.
She’s taking it like it’s a gift. Giving me softness when all I want is something to wrap my fury around. To break. To burn.
It shouldn’t be like this.
Another wave of heat rolls straight through her and then me. She shudders, fingers twisting in the sheets. “Silas—”
I don’t let her finish. My hand moves to the back of her neck, forcing down her upper body until she’s pinned against the mattress. The sheer control of holding her exactly where I want her sends a violent shiver down my spine.
