Page 17 of Seduction

“I’ll love it because it’s you, Ollie. You’re the gentlest soul I’ve ever met.”

He sighs, leaning his forehead against mine as I reach down to grip him. “Fuck,” he hisses, closing his eyes as I draw his hardness to my core, grinding against him as I use the wall for leverage. “Angel,” he groans, almost a plea as his tip hits my entrance.

He reaches down to grab himself, moving my hand away as he slides slowly into me.

“You might be theirs, Angel, but you’re fucking mine too,” Ollie says before he continues to slide farther into me at a torturous, experimenting pace.

“Ollie,” I groan, grinding myself down to take him deeper and he groans as he bottoms out in me.

“Haliee. Shit, you feel like fucking heaven.” He leans in, kissing my lips gently as he tests the waters of our connection. He slowly pulls out before thrusting back in a bit harder, setting off my nerve endings, and I toss my head back.

“Harder,” I rasp. “You can go harder. I won’t break.” He nods into my neck, moving his hips at a faster pace that has us both panting as our moans echo around the shower, mixed with the sounds of our coming together.

I hold a death grip on his back, trying to be mindful of the scars crisscrossing him until I remember his words…I like the pain.

Fuck it. We won’t know unless we try.

I dig my nails in deep and Ollie releases a guttural groan deep in his chest as he stills for a second. I feel his cock jumping in excitement. A newfound energy fills me as I come to terms with what this means for us.

“Are you a good boy, Ollie? Do my nails feel good buried in your back like this?” I ask, testing the waters.

Ollie’s eyes widen and he starts nodding with enthusiasm.

“Be a good boy, Ollie, and fuck me hard,” I say on a moan.

Ollie lets go of his hesitance, driving into me hard and fast like I asked. We’re probably going to break through this shower wall with how hard he’s slamming my back into it with every thrust, but I can’t find it in me to care. I’m too lost to the pleasure.

I know I’ll be sporting bruises tomorrow, and I get excited about being branded by this man.

I feel the beginnings of my orgasm start building and can tell Ollie is getting there too.

“I want to come in you, Haliee. Please, please let me,” Ollie begs.

“You think you deserve to come in me, Ollie?” I reply, keeping this role going, not really knowing where it’s coming from, but feeling he needs it.

Ollie looks almost blissed out of his mind as my words sink in.

“Only if you let me, Angel. Only if you think I deserve it,” Ollie says on a pained groan.

I pant hard as he brings me right to my tipping point.

“Such a good boy, Ollie. Fuck, come with me now. Please!” I scream as I reach my peak.

Ollie pounds into me, chanting my name and a‘fuck’before his eyes roll in the back of his head. I feel him still and pulse in me, signalling his release.

Thankfully, the shower is still warm as we come down from our joint climax.

He sets me back on my feet and pulls me close, kissing my face and head like I’m something precious to him and I stand there basking in it, knowing he cares for me.

“I’m in love with you, Haliee,” Ollie murmurs into my hair, and I can’t hold back the smile as my heart warms at his words.

“I’m in love with you too, Oliver Weever.” It’s an easy truth I refuse to hide.

I’ve been fond of him from the moment we met, but the fact that he brought me back to life today is everything.

He could have hidden down in the basement, away from my anger and hatred at myself because Dad and Lukas were both taken away from me, but he didn’t.

“Let’s get cleaned up and find some food,” Ollie says, bringing me out of my thoughts, and I smile.

Grabbing the luffa and the soap, my soap, he starts washing me off, before doing the same for him.

The blissful smile on my face from being around him is proof that I’m feeling more like the old Haliee than I have in the past few days.

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