Page 528 of Hell Hath No Fury
“Couldn’t let them have you,” I said, shaking my head. “You’re mine.”
“Damn fucking straight,” he agreed, trying to pull his weight up off of me, but not having the life back in his legs yet, so he took us both down to our knees on the unforgiving cement floor.
“Are you okay?” I asked, my hands going up to frame his face, feeling my stomach twist a bit at the damage they’d done to him. A part of me was terrified to see what else might be hiding under his clothes.
“Perfect now,” he said, lifting his arm to snag my chin, yanking it up.
His lips crashed down on mine.
Hard.
Hungry.
Full of the fear and uncertainty and pain and relief he must have been feeling. I kissed him back with the same.
It wasn’t long before his hands were moving, roaming down my neck, shoulders, over my back, then sinking into my ass,using it to yank me against his body more fully, his straining cock pressing against my belly.
“Bear…” I said, shaking my head. “We have to go,” I insisted, even as the need bloomed through my system, a white-hot sensation that started in my core and worked its way outward until it seemed to overtake me completely.
His hand shifted, sliding between my thighs to press against the little slip of material there.
Just like that, any thoughts to objecting slipped away as his fingers slipped under my panties and started to toy with my clit.
There was never any denying Bear. I learned that from damn near the moment we met.
My body responded to him in a way it never had to anyone before. No one could drive me up as high as he could. Not even the damned battery-operated devices that claimed to make you see the face of God.
He was it for me.
So when his fingers slipped inside of me and started to thrust, my own hand was helpless but to slide into his pants and grab his thick length, stroking it until his breathing was ragged, until his fingers inside me got more and more demanding.
“Fuck,” he growled, pulling his hand out of my panties, then snagging the material to rip off of me, stuffing them into his pocket before reaching for me again, pressing me down on the cold cement floor then coming over me. “Fucking missed you,” he said as my legs wrapped around his lower back, pulling him tight. “Didn’t think I’d see you again,” he added, tone as intense as his eyes were.
“Like I would let that happen,” I said, smiling up at him as his hips shifted and his cock pressed against my cleft before he shifted and surged inside of me.
“Fucking love you, Clyde,” he hissed as he buried deep inside of me.
That was the first time he’d said it, the first time it had even been hinted at. Even though each touch, each kiss, each deep conversation we engaged in, every night we’d spent together hinted at it.
I wasn’t prepared for the intensity of my reaction to those words. It was like my soul had been waiting for them to be said.
I felt a strange crack somewhere deep inside.
The last of my walls, of my defenses, slipping away.
Leaving me completely his once and for all.
Tears, unexpected, uncharacteristic, flooded my eyes, slipping out before I got a chance to blink them away.
“I love you too,” I said, my arms and legs wrapping him up tight for emphasis. “More than I knew was possible,” I added.
His brutalized face softened as he leaned down, pressing a kiss to each cheek, catching the tears, before sealing his lips to mine as he started to move inside of me.
Slow and deep.
Intense, as intimate as the feelings we’d just shared.
It wasn’t long, though, for the urgency to take over completely.
