Page 94 of Little Fury

I reach my bedroom door, but he's there before I can open it. He slams against me, his arms on either side of me, elbows bent, forearms trapping me in.“I told you not to move, Ava,”he says in my ear, his teeth grabbing my earlobe.

A shiver runs through me. I can hear how weak his control on himself is and I revel in it. I push back against him, grinding my ass into him. I feel his cock against me, already so fucking hard.“But you ran from me,”he drags his nose up my neck, scenting me.“I caught you though, didn't I?”When I don't answer him, he pushes himself into me harder, smashing my breasts against the door.“I asked you a question,”his mouth against my ear, his teeth grazing over it.

Jesus, fuck, what did he ask me?“Yes, you caught me.”His right-hand leaves the door, running over my thigh, over my ass and up my ribs until he finds the skin along my side that my dress leaves exposed. I hear a low growl from him before his hand snakes into my dress and cups my breast,squeezing it to that beautiful point of almost too much. Another sound escapes me, this one is needy.

“I think you missed my hands on you. Didn't you, lass.”That voice with that Irish lilt sends a wave of heat through me, making me clench my thighs so tightly. A low chuckle sounds in my ear.“Instead of clenching your thighs, you should spread them wide, let me between them, and you can fuck yourself on my hand until you come.”

“Please,” I beg him.

“Please what, Ava?”

I push my ass back into him, making him suck in a breath.“Please what, Ava,”he demands and squeezes my breast again to emphasize his request that I answer him.

“I don't know,”I answer him honestly, squirming.

“Stop moving, woman. My cock is so fucking hard. If you keep squirming against me, I’m going to come in my sweats like a fucking teenager.” He turns me, so I’m facing him.

I look up and meet his eyes. He wants to unleash himself on me, but he’s holding back, trying to take it slow. He doesn’t fully trust me to not shut him down before he even gets started. He drops his forehead to mine, his breaths are ragged, his eyes are darker than I have ever seen them. He stays like that for a moment, closing his eyes for a breath, his heart rate calming. He lets out another breath, it sounds like a surrender almost,“Mianach,”he grits out and claims my mouth.

Months of want and frustration, pain and uncertainty, anger and hope. All of what he felt over the last few months is in this kiss. He me to know I’m in trouble for leaving him, his mouth is punishing me. His tongue and teeth brand me as his. I grab his waistband, pulling him into me, needing to take his punishment just as much as he needs to inflict it upon me.

He crushes himself against me as he rocks his hips intome. Everything I feel from him is that of a starving man, a man who has been denied the only thing that can save his life. I part my lips, gasping at the ferocity of his possession of it. Needing air but not getting any but the air he gives me. My head is spinning; the sensations running over me from having his mouth on mine again are almost too much. He swallows that gasp from me, claiming it as his own. I have nothing to anchor myself to. His possession of me is rough and reckless, nothing soft and gentle. It’s all savage and punishing.

His lips leave mine, kissing my neck, going to that spot he knows will undo me. His teeth sink into that spot, and I moan. My hand finds his hair, grasping it. I pull his mouth back to mine, a hunger of my own unleashed. I rock my hips against him, and his hands find my ass, lifting me. My legs wrap around his waist, tightening around him and pulling him in as close as possible.

Our tongues tease and sweep against each other. I bite his bottom lip, and he groans into my mouth and drives his hips forward, dragging his cock against my wet centre. My dress is around my waist; my panties are soaked.“Oh God,”I whisper as he rocks into me again. His cock dragging against my core, the fabric of my underwear slick against me.

He reaches between us, pulling my underwear to the side as he drags a finger through me. I feel my slickness rub against his skin. I shiver, sending another rush of wetness to my pussy. He slides a finger inside me, and I lean into the door, angling my hips harder toward him. His finger plunges into me, his thumb circling my clit. I gasp as he pulls me closer, his mouth on mine again.

His need for me is a living thing between us and it invades every inch of space. It leaves very little of me in its wake

He works his pants down, freeing himself, lining up with my entrance and drives into me in one hard thrust. Both of usmoan out a filthy sound of pleasure when he’s fully seated in me. He starts to move inside me, his hands roaming over my body. He’s touching me everywhere, everywhere I thought his hand would never touch again. Even when I dreamt about him, I knew in my dreams he was lost to me.

“Fuck, you feel so good around my cock, Ava. I missed you so much.”His voice is heavy with lust.

His hands on my body are familiar, they haven’t forgotten an inch of me. My skin remembers him as well. It sings back to his touch as they slide down to my side, grazing over the scar there, and he runs them absently along it as he drives into me.

Memories of the day I got that scar take over my thoughts, almost like they’re sitting on top of this moment. I feel him moving inside me, and I know it’s Jake, I can feel his fingers on my side, running over the scar that’s still so fresh. I feel it, that first slip, but I don’t recognize it for what it is.

Fighting to focus back on him, on this moment here, not one from the past. I concentrate on his skin, his scent, his breath, the feel of him inside me, his fingers caressing that smooth patch of skin on my side. The memory of that day crashes in, until it's the only thing I can see, or feel—the day my entire world crumbled.

“Stop,”I whisper so quietly I don't know how he hears me. I barely heard me. But he stops instantly, his eyes finding my face. Concern washing over him.

“Ava? “

“I need… please… please let me down.”I hear the same pain in my voice as he does. He slides out of me, placing my feet gently onto the wood floor. He steps back from me, putting himself back in his pants. He steps forward to touch me, but I flinch. Seeing the flinch he takes another step back from me. “Ava? Please, baby, tell me what’s wrong.”

“Don't call me baby,”I whisper.Staring at the ground,mentally trying to shake off whatever is happening in my head.

“I’m not your baby. I’m not your anything. I left you. We broke up.”I don’t understand what is happening. How is he here? It doesn’t make sense to me. My brain can’t focus. I can’t reconcile this Declan here with Jake from that day. “Why the fuck are you here?” I feel fear building in me. I hear my voice get louder, but I can't stop it.“Why are you here? What did you come here for?”I yell at him. I feel the break nearing the surface.“Why, Jake? Declan, whoever the fuck you are.”

“Ava, please let me help you, baby.”

“Stop fucking calling me that! I'm not your baby! Fuck, we didn’t even really know each other. We were both lies!”

“Ava,”he says again. There’s a plea in his voice for me to hear him, but I don't.

“Except you knew who I was; you knew everything about me! You fucking played me, Jake! Fuck–Declan! Why? Why? Why did you do it? Why? Why not tell me who you were? What did you want from me?”He says nothing. He can see me unravelling in front of him. He understands I don’t want his answers. I need to get this pain out of me, and he is the one in the vicinity of the explosion.

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