I couldn't remember the exact moment I broke. Nor the breath I lost, the decision that ignited my nerves like wildfire. But suddenly, he was on me again. His kiss deeper, harder, shredding all my thoughts and replacing them with pure, primal instinct.
Then the world tilted.
My back slammed against the wall again, with a muted thud. My legs clamping fiercely around his hips, as he swallowed my desperate cries. His hands gripping my thighs like anchors, relentless and commanding, pulling me tighter as he drove in and out of me.
Every nerve burned. The space between us shrinking until nothing else existed but the searing heat, and the dizzying rush of being torn apart and rebuilt in a single, bruising pulse.
By the time it was over, my lungs were burning again. My forehead resting against his as I tried to steady myself. Tried to remember where I was, who I was, why my body felt like it had been struck my lightning.
He didn't even let me slide down right away. Didn't let me hide away in the aftermath.
Instead, he held me there for a moment. Both of us panting, skin damp, hearts pounding against each other's like they were trying to sync.
"Fuck this shit," he muttered without warning, then lifted me clean off the wall.
My breath caught again as his hands slipped beneath my thighs, carrying me like I weighed nothing. All while he pressed kisses along my jaw. Slow and claiming, almost reverent, carrying me into the bedroom.
The dim lights caught the sharp lines of his face, the sweat at his temple. The way his green eyes darkened when they flicked down on mine.
He didn't give me time to recover before he laid me onto the bed. The sheets cool beneath my overheated skin.
For a long, suspended moment, he just stared. Like I was some fragile, impossible dream he couldn't believe was real. Like he was torn between tearing me apart slowly, or all at once. Recklessly and desperately.
"This means nothing," he hissed, barely audible, like he was trying to convince himself.
"Nothing at all," I breathed back, though every word felt like a lie, when his hands found my body again, tracing the delicate silk of my red dress with a hunger that scorched through my skin.
Our barriers slowly crumbled with every impatient touch. The remnants of our clothes, all stripped away, falling to the ground. Urgent, desperate and raw. Making my heart and my stomach twist painfully tight.
Something about this feels even more intimate.
The way he crawled over me, one hand planted beside my head to steady himself, while the other glide down my side like he was claiming every inch of me in a slow, possessive path.
"Still curious?" His voice was rough, a breathless whisper pressed against my lips, laced with a hunger that burned through me.
And before I could breathe, before I could lie or tell the truth, he claimed my mouth again. His kiss fierce and consuming, a silent confession that he already knew everything I dared not say.
I locked my legs tight around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer, grounding my hips hard against his. I could feel the relentless hardness of him, aching and pressing against my entrance. Wildfire exploding through my core as our lips crashed together in a desperate, hungry kiss. Every nerve of mine ignited, every breath stolen, every inch of me alive and desperate with need.
Then, as he pushed inside me, a brutal memory shattered behind my eyes. Sharp, sudden and unforgiving, as I clung to his shoulders to hold myself steady. But my mind had already slipped away abruptly.
My breath hitched, as my heart twisted, deep and raw.
The heat between us was wild. Fierce and untamed.
His breath came ragged and fast against my ear. Our voices, lost in the raw, primal language of our heat. The wet, urgent sound of skin, slapping against skin, drowning out everything else.
His hands roaming over my body like a fierce worship, as if he was memorizing every curve, every shiver of my skin that trembled beneath his touch into his memory. Everything disappeared, as the world narrowed only to the thunderous beat of our hearts and the savage, primal rhythm of our bodies, moving together.
Then his fingers slipped lower, sliding between us. His thumb caressing my clit in maddening circles, sending shockwaves of fire through my body. His hips, driving into me harder and faster. Desperately. Relentlessly.
It was like I could hear his voice, amidst his groans against my ear. But I couldn't make out the voice. Nor the words.
Then with one final, powerful thrust, the intensity crashed over us like a wave. Overwhelming and sacred, as we clung to each other, breathless and trembling. The silent promise of forever sealed in the heat of that moment.
"Are we crazy for doing this?" I whispered, my voice barely more than a breath as we slowly came back from the edge.
"Where have you been?" he demanded, flipping me onto my knees with a rough urgency.
My hands clenched the sheets as he entered me again from behind. His fingers trailing down my spine, sending those familiar, electric shivers racing through me.
God, what is he doing to me?
"Answer me," he growled, gripping my shoulders and pulling me back until my spine met his bare chest. His thrusts growing hungry, more relentless, devouring me whole.
I laughed, breathless and raw. "Don't worry. You fuck me well enough for me not to go far."
His fingers pinched my nipple hard, and I gasped, my neck arching against his shoulder.
"Maybe I should teach you a lesson," he whispered, his hot breath ghosting over my ear. I tightened my hold on his hips behind me, my nails clawing against his skin when his pace quickened. Growing even more desperate and savage.
"Maybe you should," I shot back, brows furrowed, still tangled in the fragments of that memory I couldn't hold onto.
But I couldn't seem to dwell on it for long, when he let me fall back onto the bed, and fucked me harder and faster. Every thrust a claim. Every movement a fire.
I gripped the sheets like they were my lifeline. My body burning and trembling beneath him as he rutted into me. Raw and unyielding.
Just like in that memory.