Page 31 of Hunting Harbor

“I know you better than you know yourself, Harbor.”

He doesn't. He's rough, relentless, and I'm burning with the friction, with the need for more, more, more. I'm not the only one unhinged. He's coming undone too, trying desperately to take his time, even as his pants tent, even as he brings me to my first orgasm and I’m spasming around his fingers.

“Fuuuuck, you look so pretty when you come.”

And then I’m lost. I can’t take it anymore and I’m begging. “Please…”

“Please, what?”

“Ugh, FUCK ME. Please. For the love of God, just fuck me. End my misery.” I’m screaming as he chuckles, taking his fingers out of me and licking them with a smirk.

Then he’s spinning me around, slamming my face against the door and pulling my hips out towards him. The air is cold as he lifts my shirt over my ass and a hard smack registers in my ears before the pain does.

He pushes inside, thick and hard, and I know nothing but him. His name, like a sob, like surrender. "Kairo."

"God, I fucking love it when you scream like that. Love your little bruises.”

I scream again as he thrusts into me, filling me so deep I see stars. Love it as much as he loves bruising me, doing it again before using the same hand to grab a fistful of my hair.

I cry out at the same time he does, and I know he won’t last long.

I won’t either.

He uses my hair to pull me back towards him as he thrusts into me, ruthless and fucking perfect.

He chokes me with the other hand, and I can’t breathe, but I don’t want to. Everything about him has invaded my senses, my body responding to his like it’s a stranger I’ve only just met.How is this me? How am I making these noises? Getting off to this?

There’s no time to second guess as he squeezes my neck, forcing mt to breathe through a pinhole.

Seconds before I think I might pass out, he lets go, pinning me to the door and fucking me with even more force, more urgency.

As the pressure builds and builds I don’t know if my screams are from pain or pleasure. I don’t care.

It’s everything.

It’s too much.

It’s not enough.

I’m ready to collapse when I feel his hand on my clit and he moans in my ear.

“Come for me, Harbor.”

His fingers are ruthless, and I do.

I come hard, my knees buckling beneath me, my whole body going stiff and then limp all at once as he holds me up and spills into me, swearing and whispering and groaning like he’s an animal. Like I’m his prey.

He holds me there,

He thrusts one more time and I swear to God the man is still hard. My pussy is on fire and I’m sucking in deep lungful’s of air, trying to breathe as he pulls out and turns me.

His eyes study me, my body, stopping on the red marks that will become bruises.

"I’m sorry I hurt you.” And for a moment, I catch something genuine. Something sorrowful.

It throws me off, my cheeks flushing a deep red as my eyes drop to the floor, watching as our come mixes in a pool underneath me. “I’m not.”

His mouth crushes mine, hard and unyielding. Teeth on teeth, skin on skin, and I melt into it. Into him. Into the person he makes me, the person I never knew I was. I'm so damn close to letting go of everything I ever was an allowing him to mold me into everything he needs. I can taste it. Feel it. For the first time in my introverted little life, I’m alive. Something more than my words, or someone else’s, is making mefeel.

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