Page 616 of Not Over You

I couldn’t respond. I couldn’t keep up with his greedy mouth. His tongue was deep in my mouth and his finger even deeper inside of me. It was like we were trying to inhale each other. I was so sensitive that the pressure was already building again.

My hand gripped his arm and he pulled back from the kiss to look at me. Our eyes met and held, and it was only inching me closer. The desire in his went way beyond any limits and into something primal. But right before it consumed me, he pulled out.

He placed himself between my legs, his dick swollen and at my entrance. It was hard not to writhe. I could already feel him inside of me, stretching me, hitting every nerve and sending the pulse into flames again, but this time, from somewhere deeper inside.

“I’m nothing but a fucking animal right now. Driven by need.” He inched closer, barely pushing himself inside.

I felt him, though, and my eyes closed.

“I’ve needed this for too fucking long. You understand me, baby?”

A moan left my mouth when he inched a little deeper. He felt so good already, I couldn’t even answer. He pulled completely out, and my eyes slowly opened to meet his.

“You understand?”

The need between us had become a wild thing without a leash. I didn’t want soft. I wanted him in the rawest form. I wanted to feel how much he missed me. How much it hurt him—as much as it had hurt me. I didn’t plan on holding back.

“Fuck me,” I said. “Fuck me like the dangerous animal you are.”

He leaned down and took my nipple in his mouth. As he pulled away, he grazed it with his teeth and then bit me on the most sensitive spot. The tip. The feeling rushed straight between my legs, and I sucked in a breath.

A garbled noise came from my mouth when he thrust deep inside of me with a deep groan. He knew right where my spot was and continued to hit it, looking as wild as I’d ever seen him. But he was still in control of the way he worked my body.

It hurt. It felt so fucking good. It was driving me as wild as him.

Our bodies slapped. Sweat dripped from his skin, mixing with mine. And the noises…they weren’t pretty. It sounded like we were fighting each other.

“Fuck,” he said, driving into me even harder. “Fuck.”

If I could have asked for it harder, I would have. If he did, he would have split me in two. But he knew how to use his weapon. If he didn’t…he would have really hurt me. What he was doing to me, though…

I couldn’t hold back. The pleasure ripped through me. It was so intense. He drove me out of my body.

His pace picked up, and I wondered how I was still on the bed, not knocked into the building next door. The noise he made as he came inside of me was feral. His eyes were closed, his head titled back, and a bead of sweat ran from his throat to his chest.

His eyes opened, and they were dilated. He was completely out of control as he bit me hard on the neck.

So was I as I bit him back.

Time didn’t really exist. All I knew was that it was a couple of nights after our wedding, and we were in bed, facing each other. Neither one of us wanted to leave.

“I could live here,” I whispered. “In bed. With you. Forever.”

“You’d kill me,” he said, “in time.”

“No,” I said, laughing. It was quiet and shredded. Probably from the exhaustion—physical, mental, and emotional—and all the sex. “You would kill me. Damn.” I stretched my arm, and the light from the bathroom highlighted my skin. I had no bruises or marks there, that I could see, but they were all over the private areas of my body. And even if my skin was clear, the muscles and bones hurt underneath. “The bathroom and kitchen are as far as I can walk.”

I’d taken more showers and baths and eaten more takeout in the last couple of days than I had in probably years.

He took my arm and started to massage. I closed my eyes, sinking into the relief.

“Turn around,” he said.

“No,” I said. “I love the view from here. I’ve missed it.”

“There’s a difference when you’re looking at something from behind bars.”

“Yeah,” I whispered. “We were caged in.”

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