Fuck, I need my cock inside of her.
I move quicker, working her towards release, my lips clamped around her, my tongue working double-time as I hear her breathing fasten, and then she comes––hard––her body trembling.
I quickly move up her body until I am over her and my dick is thrusting inside of her. Her hands grip my shoulders as I pound into her, giving us both a glorious wake-up call.
She feels incredible, and I savour every single second as she moans, writhes and tightens around me. I fuck her furiously, relentlessly, until we are both panting, moaning and free-falling through our combined orgasms.
“Jesus,” she says on a breath as I collapse on top of her, totally satisfied and needing more at the same time. It’s like I can’t get enough of her, not now she has let me in somewhat, and I don’t intend on ever giving it up.
I’ve never wanted to fight for someone as much as I do her. It’s like I feel some sense of completeness with her beside me, under me, in my bed and slowly working her way into my heart.
“I need to pee,” she says, and I chuckle into the crook of her neck.
“Way to ruin the moment,” I tease her as I roll off and let her get out of the bed.
“Not everything is perfect, Nate, you should know that by now,” she says as she saunters her delicious ass into the ensuite.
Her words give me food for thought.
Not everything is perfect, but she is for me, and she makes me want to be the man she deserves.
* * *
Kat
Christ. If he keeps this up, I’m not going to be able to walk by the end of the week.
I don’t know what to think, I don’t know what has shifted between us, but something has, and I can already feel my heart opening up to my husband.
I run the tap and splash some cold water on my face before looking at my reflection in the mirror––and I mean really looking. My cheeks are flushed, my hair is messed up, and my eyes sparkle. Actually fucking sparkle. They no longer look dead but full of life, and it absolutely terrifies me.
How can a man who is so dark and depraved make my heart flutter?
How can a man who is so dangerous be so different with me when he needs to be?
And how can a man who takes pleasure in hurting others make me wet for him?
I need to focus on the hate that has consumed me for months rather than the way he makes my pussy tingle and my heart race.
I can’t be with someone who acts the way he does… can I?
I’m already married to him; I’m not going anywhere… unless I can find that escape route.
Do I still want to find that escape?
Do I want to be apart from him and live a life where he is just a distant memory?
Gah. The questions play on a loop in my mind, and I have absolutely no idea of the goddamn answers.
“I think this is us learning to like each other.”
His words from just moments ago.
Like each other.
Shit.
I need to stick to my original plan of getting out of here.
