“I’m not letting you go,” he said for what felt like the millionth time.
I stared up at him, breathing hard. “You can’t stop me.”
That was all it took. His jaw clenched. “Watch me.”
He came down over me in a blur, hands dragging my clothes off with a ferocity that made my spine arch. I pulled at his shirt, needing skin, needing warmth, needing him close enough to crawl inside. His mouth blazed a trail down my throat, across my collarbone, like he had to memorize every inch of me before I disappeared.
There were no slow, soft promises this time. No breathless “I love you”whispered in the dark.
He dug his teeth into the inner side of my breast, and I responded with a slap across his face. He took a moment to process what I had done before getting in my face, wrapping his hand around my throat, and squeezing.
I did the same.
“You’re staying.” He commanded.
“Make. Me.” I challenged.
Without hesitation, he jammed his free hand between my thighs and prided it open. I struggled a bit before I ultimately gave in. His one hand was more powerful than my untrained thighs.
With swift force, he pulled my panties to the side and lined himself up. He didn’t ask if I was ready before he took me. The act was not like anything we had done before. It felt like a fight. Aggressively hair pulling, scratching down our backs and chest, biting with force not suited for pleasure.
We were angry.
We were so fucking angry.
Our eyes met in frustration and unchecked temper that we both hid behind passive grunts.
The things we said to each other would make the people we were just hours ago furious. It was like he said. We were not ourselves. I barely recognize us. Something new had taken over, leaving chaos in its wake.
And teeth.
Just teeth grazing skin, his hand wrapped around my thigh, and my fingers digging into his back. I wasn’t even sure where I ended and he began anymore. We moved together like the argument was still happening in our bodies—every thrust was a challenge, every moan a retort.
And beneath it all, the fear.
The fear that this was just one more night before we broke for good.
He kissed me like that, too.
Like he didn’t know if there’d be another.
“You should’ve…just…listened…to me.” He forced out with every stroke.
“Why?” I fought back a moan as he, annoyingly, still managed to hit the right spot. “All you do is lie.”
His hand tangled in my hair and forced me to look at him. “I never lied to you.”
“No,” I breathed out, feeling myself close. “You just hid the truth.”
With a frustrated groan, he pulled out.
“I did what I thought was necessary.”
“For who?”
“You still don’t get it.” He grabbed my forearm and roughly flipped me onto my stomach. I let him pull me to my knees as he prepared to enter me again.
“Everything I did was for us. But you’re too stubborn to see it.”
