Page 64 of Penance

I sit up suddenly, she twists to look at me with a small frown, wondering what I’m doing. My hands thrust out, my fingers latching around her dainty ankles. I get a solid grip and violently yank her towards me, a gasp escapes her as her back hits the mattress. I instantly cover her perfect figure with my large body, settling myself between her legs before she even has time to register what just happened.

God, she looks so fucking good spread out beneath me, I’ve never had her in this position before. The one and only time we fucked, I made goddamn love to her, it was sloppy and real and raw.Everything about us together is just that,raw.Like the first snowfall of winter, those perfectly sculpted snowflakes that can only fall accompanied by the promise of a bitter wind. One that chills you to the bone and chaps your cheeks until they’re pink and sore.

Her long hair fanned out around her slim heart shaped face like a silver halo. The dim lighting revealing one half of her, the other half shrouded in shadows. Her cheeks wet with tears, tears for us, what we had, what we could have had, what we didn’t get. Everything we were and everything we’ve been since. How we fell back into each other’s lives.

I drop my face, my lips hovering a hair’s breadth from hers. My eyes bore into big grey orbs, cut with glittering emerald. She watches me. Her body trembling beneath mine as I gently graze my fingertips up her arm, goosebumps prickling her skin as my fingers climb. I trace over her t-shirt, up her throat, along her jaw until I’ve got my fist in her hair. She sucks in a sharp breath as I tighten my hold.

“I fucking love you, Lala. You believe that don’t you, Princess?” I growl, my lips brushing hers with my words. She nods as much as she can with my fingers knotted in her hair. “Use your words, Rosie,” I snarl, my top lip rolling over my teeth, I nip her bottom lip as she holds her breath.

“Yes, Max, I know, I know you do,” she rushes out on a whimper as I grind my hips against hers in reward.

“Good girl,” I bite out, my teeth catching on her tongue as she licks her lips, and that’s what does it.

My restraint snaps, my lips slam against hers. My fist holding tight in her hair, my other forearm on the mattress beside her head as I hold myself above her. My kiss freezes her for a moment. Too stunned to react but then she’s right fucking there with me and it’s bliss. Her tongue lashing against my own, savagely attacking my mouth. Her delicate fingers entangle themselves in my hair, ripping hard at the root as she tugs me closer, demanding and taking. There’s absolutely nothing gentle about our need for one another.

Fuck.

I tear myself from her lips as she skates her hand down my spine, fisting my t-shirt, motioning for me to take it off. I reach up, my weight balancing on the fist in her silver locks. I pull it over my head, threading it down my arm to my hand still wrapped in her hair. Her hand grips my back, nails ripping into the skin, burying themselves beneath my flesh like little razor blades. I hiss against her lips, nipping and sucking my way down her jaw, using my hand in her hair to steer her in the direction I want her. Nibbling her earlobe, the cool metal from her many piercings clicking against my teeth. I nip and suck a harsh trail along the left side of her jaw. Making sure I mark my way across her body, a roadmap of my travels, our journey together.

My teeth attack the column of her throat, her back arching up to press flush against me. Her legs coming up and around my waist, thighs clamping my raging cock against the molten heat of her cunt. Andfuck me, is it molten.Christ, it’s a raging inferno of heat that I can’t fucking wait to slide into. I growl against the flesh where her neck meets her shoulder, the opposite side of where Kacey has his teeth marked in her. Jealousy soars through me, burning hot, my blood singing with fire. Groans and whimpers slip past her teeth as she drives her hips up into me, the heels of her feet digging into my arse.

Lala rakes her nails up my back, through my hair. Scratching and scraping at my scalp before fisting my hair and tearing my face away from her body.

“Fuck me, Max. I need to feel you inside me,” she pants, my dick twitches in response to her snarled demand.

Leaning my weight back on my haunches I release her hair, grasping the neckline of her too big t-shirt, my eyes coming up to meet hers. I tear it sharply in half, the two pieces falling either side of her tattooed torso.

“Fucking Jesus Christ, have mercy,fuck,” I ramble out quickly as I look down at her, my breath catching.

I know I’ve technically seen her naked, but I didn’t look, I didn’t take my eyes off her face. I watched every emotion slide across those beautiful features, I couldn’t have looked away from those expressive eyes even if I’d have wanted to.

Her tattoos are a mass of black ink, covering her completely from the base of her throat. Her heavy breasts, perfectly pink nipples narrowed into fine, hard points, black metal bars through each one. I bite my lip so hard I draw blood. My eyes desperately try to take in every fucking inch of her like she may never let me see her again, like this, the body of a woman.Mywoman.

Fuck.

My eyes slowly drag up her body before they meet hers. The emerald green of her irises shining bright, her pupils blown as she looks at me. She doesn’t try to shield herself from me or cover up. She lays perfectly still, other than her chest heaving with her elevated breathing. She gives me a coy, half smile letting her knees drop open for me.

So many emotions stir up inside of me, like a fucking cyclone ripping through every single part of me, my skin heats and prickles. I try to keep my control, but my resolve cracks and splinters.

And when she gives me that full smile, those deeply carved dimples in her pale face.

I fuckingshatter.

I rear back from her, resting on my knees between her legs. I rip her leather trousers down her thighs, exposing her bare pussy to me, her wet folds glistening in the low light. Sucking in a breath through my teeth, I throw myself from the bed almost stumbling as my knees threaten to give out. I tear my jeans and boxers down my legs, kicking them off before diving back between her legs. Her knees open, the torn t-shirt still on her shoulders, laying open for me.

I lean forward, my teeth and tongue latching around her nipple. She arches her back, her head knocking from side to side like I’m performing a fucking exorcism as she cries out. I suck as much of her breast into my mouth as I can, my other hand massaging and kneading its way down her inner thigh. Her wounded hand lying safely off to the side, her good hand gripping and tugging at my head. I release her nipple with a loud pop, looking up at her from beneath my lashes.

Her eyes squeezed shut, her long silver hair fanned out around her face, her swollen bottom lip pulled in between her teeth.

How the fuck did I get this fucking lucky?

I shimmy my way down the bed, my mouth hovering just above her pussy. Breathing in the scent of her arousal, my mouth waters and fuck me, her cunt’s just as fucking perfect as the rest of her.

“Such a pretty pussy, Lala,” I whisper.

Blowing against her glistening folds, she sucks in a sharp breath, and I smirk. I drag a knuckle through the slickness of her pussy forcing me to grip the base of my cock. Giving it a squeeze to behave as it seeps from the tip, desperate to get inside her. I look up at her from my position between her creamy thighs.

“Lala,” I demand her attention. Her eyes snapping open, she looks down at me. “Look at me, Princess. Watch me give this to you. I wanna feel those pretty eyes on me,” she nods her agreement.

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