There’s no gentleness, no hesitation. Only raw, primal connection. Each stroke claims me more thoroughly than the last, erasing every bad memory with pure, overwhelming sensation. His hands roam my body, claiming every inch of me as his own. His mouth devours mine, his teeth nipping at my lips, his tongue invading, possessing.
The wall is cold and unyielding against my back, a stark contrast to the heat of his body pressed against me. His grip on my thighs is bruising, his fingers digging into my flesh, holding me in place as he drives into me with relentless force. The sound of our bodies coming together fills the room, a raw, primal symphony that drowns out everything else.
His mouth moves to my throat, his teeth grazingmy skin, marking me, claiming me. Each bite, each suck, each lick erases another memory of Steffan, replacing pain with pleasure.
My body burns for him, desperate, greedy. The cold wall digs into my back. His body pins me in place like a living weapon.
He growls something against my skin, and I don’t catch the words, only the fury and hunger beneath them. I answer with my own cry, lost in sensation, in the way he claims me like I’m his to take.
And I am.
I want to be.
His.
A fantasy come to life.
Every thrust steals another piece of my past and gives it back, laced in pleasure.
I surrender to his possession, letting him drive every thought from my head except the feel of him, the scent of him, the sound of his rough groans against my skin. His body claims mine, his cock filling me, his hands gripping me with bruising force, his mouth marking me as his.
He growls against my throat, his voice thick with desire and dominance.
Animalistic.
I cling to him, taking what he gives.
His thrusts become harder, faster, and more desperate. Each stroke drives me higher, closer to the edge. Pleasure coils low in my belly, building, intensifying, until it explodes through me, a wave of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. His name tears from my lips, a cry of surrender and release, as my body clenches around him, pulling him deeper, claiming him as much as he claims me.
His release follows closely behind, his body tensing, his thrusts becoming erratic. He buries his face in my neck, his teeth sinking into my flesh as he chases his pleasure and finds his release. His body shudders against mine, his breath hot and ragged in my ear.
As we cling to each other, our bodies still joined, our hearts pounding in sync, I know this is more than just sex. It’s my fantasy come to life.
And I want it all. I want him, all of him, every dark, wild, possessive inch of him.
He holds me against the wall until my trembling legs can support my weight again. Then he lowers me, legs barely holding. Scoops me into his arms like I’m weightless and carries me to bed. He pulls the covers back and lays me down gently, his touch reverent.
“Get in,” he says, pulling back the covers. His voice is still rough with need but gentler now, the primal edge softened by satisfaction and concern.
I slide between the sheets, watching as he follows, immediately drawing me against his chest. His arms cage me protectively, his body a warm, solid shield against the world. He presses a kiss to the top of my head, his lips lingering, his breath ruffling my hair.
“Well,” he chuckles, a sound that vibrates through me, filled with disbelief and amusement, “that wasdefinitelyunexpected.” He shakes his head, as if still trying to process what just happened between us. “When I first saw you, I didn’t think we’d end up like this—especially not with me fucking you against the bathroom wall.”
His fingers trace the marks he’s left on my throat, my shoulders, my hips, each touch a silent apology, a tender caress that soothes the lingering sting.
“I hope I didn’t hurt you,” he says, his voice soft with concern. “I didn’t mean to be so rough, but you… That was the best damn thing that’s happened to me in a long time,” he admits quietly.
“Only in the best possible way,” I murmur, pressing closer to his warmth. His chest rumbles with satisfaction at mywords. I can’t help but smile, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. “It was incredible. The best wall sex I’ve ever had.”
“Was it?”
“Yes.”
“Have you ever been fucked against a wall before?”
“No.” I laugh. “That was a first for me.”
“I shouldn’t have done that.”
