Page 51 of Downfall

I bite my lip, pulling him in, digging my nails into his flesh. “Fuck me Roman. Fuck me like you’ve wanted to.”

He grips me harder, pushing me into the wall as he adjusts and as the brick scrapes against my back he starts properly thrusting. And god does it feel good. So good. Too good. I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want him to ever stop.

I moan louder. I rock my hips, fucking him as much as he’s fucking me.

His mouth finds mine and it’s like we’re possessed, like we’re both high on whatever this is. He grabs at my dress and I hear the strap rip but I don’t care, if he rips it to shreds right now I just don’t care. His mouth finds my breast, his tongue swirls over my nipple.

And all the while he’s sending shockwaves through me.

I shut my eyes, I bury my face into his skin, smelling him, letting him overwhelm me.

His thumb has my clit throbbing so badly. His dick has my body feeling a pleasure I couldn’t imagine possible. I gasp as I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“Roman.”

He smirks. “Come for me. Come around my dick.”

I nod like I have any choice in the matter because my body is already so happy to oblige him.

I can feel my muscles tightening, I can feel myself coiling tighter and tighter and in an instant my climax takes over, and I’m screaming, writhing, not giving a fuck that we’re in an alley, not giving a fuck who can see.

Roman growls, pushing into me, ensuring my pleasure lasts as he chases his own and as he tenses I know he’s coming too.

I fall against him, gasping, as if he’s sucked all the life out of me when in truth, he’s done the complete opposite. He sets me down. I can feel the bruising already around my thighs from where his hands dug in and despite the pleasure at the end, I feel sore. Really sore.

I look down at Roman’s dick. The condom is not only full but it’s obviously tinged with blood. Roman traces it with his fingertips before pulling it off and discarding it into the pile of trash a few metres away.

“That’s not how our first time was meant to be.” He says with something almost like regret.

I bite my lip but I smile anyway because right now I don’t care. I wanted him, I wanted Roman, and I knew he wanted me too. Who cares where we did it, all that matters is that we did.

“Should we have got champagne first?” I tease.

He rolls his eyes. “You are trouble.” He says as puts my underwear back in place because somehow despite the very public setting I seem too much in a daze to make myself decent now the deed is done.

“But I’m your trouble remember?” I say.

He nods. “My trouble. And don’t you forget it.”

“I won’t.” I reply tucking myself into him. “I won’t have to.”

But the feeling is still there, under the euphoria, under the afterglow, the feeling that all of this, us, it’s slipping away.

And there’s nothing I can do to stop it.

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My head hurts.

That’s the first thought I have. I’m aware of the sounds around me. The beeping of a machine. The strangeness of the room I’m in. For a moment I’m thrown back to before. When I was here last time. When they had no choice but to bring me to the hospital.

My stomach knots.

I can feel it. I can feel every agonising moment as if it’s happening right now. The life I wanted being torn away again.

My tears are streaming. I don’t know whether it’s now or just in my memory but it feels real. My heart is pumping so violently in my chest. If I could move, I’d be lashing out, screaming, fighting, just like I did before, but I’m not stupid enough to think the outcome would be any different.

That I wouldn’t still be here.

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