Page 6 of Twins for the Enemy

An abnormal anger builds inside me, seething at this woman who's made me lose control, but it's kept at bay by the desperation. I could hate her at another time, but now she has something I need. Now, I couldn't find an ounce of satisfaction without her.

The silk of the sheets makes her body slide until her head is against the headboard. It would appear uncomfortable, but her eyes are lit up, that green shade dancing with vitality. Her hand, still restrained by my grip, claws into the bed.

Her other hand—the burned one—is near her side. I'm tempted to grab it, pin it down too, or flip her over, fuck her in every position I can think of, but a small part of my brain feels the burn on my own skin, worse than I imagine it truly feels. It's another new feeling. I press a kiss in the base of her throat as I grind up against her. Her thighs tighten around me, her knees pressing into my sides. Her eyes squeeze shut as my mouth moves lower, creating a path to her left breast.

Soft. Full. Tipped with a nipple that tightens under my breath.

I wrap my lips around it, suck hard enough to make her gasp, then graze it with my teeth.

She’s close to orgasm. I've never prioritized a woman's pleasure—they know their own bodies, they can ridetheir own way to orgasm—but this is Farah's first sexual experience. Every possessive part of me wants her to remember this as her awakening. The moment her body learned what it means to be mine.

I slide my hands under the small of her back, pressing her closer to me as I grind slower against her. Her eyes open again and she grasps onto my back, the rough material of the bandage wrap contrasting with the softness of her other hand. I start moving my body faster, the friction against her clit causing her to bite that lip again.

I kiss her, nipping at the same place she bites her own lip. I feel her body tensing, her knees pressing so hard into me that it almost hurts. I return to my reckless thrusting. I bury my face into the curve of her neck, hoping to prevent the stream of curses that are raging to the surface.

"Shit!" she blurts out as her nails dig into me and her pussy contracts so tightly around my cock that it nearly stops me, but with one more thrust, a streamof curses fills the room as I come so hard, it almost knocks me out.

I slip down beside her, my chest heaving. Every breath slows down my heart, but the euphoria is still pulsing through me.

Orgasms always feel good, but this is more than that. It must be the adrenaline from the crash. I may need to start jumping from planes before fucking another woman.

I turn on my side. I pluck a small piece of glass out of her hair, reaching over her to set it aside on the night table.

A gentle smile plays on her lips. "If I'd known that was what happened, I wouldn't have waited so long."

I kiss her. Her lips are slightly chapped now. Her tongue slips out between her lips, wetting them. I kiss her again.

"I'm going to get us some water," I say. "I'll be right back."

"Maybe something sweettoo?" she asks.

"Maybe."

I pull on my briefs and slip out, quickly walking down the hallway. I head downstairs to get to the kitchen and find the collection of strawberries, blueberries, and raspberries that Caleb keeps in the fridge. I dish out two small bowls and fill two glasses of water.

The whole time, I can't shake the feeling of a major shift in my life. I can predict a significant amount of possibilities when it comes to my business because I research the businesses we plan to acquire down to the last detail, and I have enough experience to know when people will push back against any clause or ask for a provision, but I know nothing about this woman, and I've never had this type of experience with anyone.

So, I shouldn't expect anything. But the expectation lingers.

As I walk back up to my room, I plot. I'll make her comfortable enough to stay the night. By morning, I'll know exactly what to do to see if it’s worth pursuing this further.

But when I walk into the room, the bed is empty.

I check the attached bathroom. Nothing.

I glance around in the other nearby rooms.

She's gone.

My phone vibrates. For a half-second, I’m relieved, thinking it's her, hiding somewhere in my house, but she doesn't know my number and she didn't have a phone on her.

It's Falke Hospital.

"Hello?" I answer.

Chapter three

~FARAH~

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