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She moaned, biting into my shoulder, and I nestled into her neck, biting and nibbling her as I curled my fingers inside her, turning her moans into louder groans and gentle begs for more and harder.
I thrust my hips into her hand as she pumped my cock faster, and I could feel myself losing control.
“Fuck me,” she begged, and I pulled my fingers out of her, slowly lifting them to my mouth, dragging them across my lips. I was teasing myself with her scent and the anticipation of her taste. Then I slipped my fingers into my mouth and sucked her sweetness off them, closing my eyes and humming in appreciation.
When I opened my eyes, I saw hers had grown darker while watching me.
“Fuck, that’s so fucking hot,” she moaned, pulling me to her for a kiss, swirling her tongue against mine to taste herself as she groaned and rocked her hips, greedy for more.
I reached down to take my cock in my hand and rubbed myself through her pussy, teasing her. Her slick pussy soaked my cock, her moans spurring me on to slide into her and fuck her the way I wanted to; hard, rough, and relentlessly. I wanted to own her tonight. Make her scream my name and forget every other damn thing that ever existed in this world.
I lined myself up, nudging slowly into her, teasing us both. With my elbows resting on the pillow beside her head, I watched her as I edged into her slowly, painfully so. Every emotion—frustration, anticipation, urgency, ecstasy—it all played out on her face, and I fucking loved it. I loved that I could do that to her. I wanted it all, every damn feeling, every response and sensation. It was mine. Mine to own, mine to get lost in, mine to fucking drown in. And then, when I couldn’t hold back anymore, I pushed into her in one hard, brutal thrust.
ChapterTwenty-Seven
BRYONY
Icried out as he thrust into me, feeling alive, feeling everything I wanted to feel and burying what I didn’t. I clung to him as he continued to thrust into me over and over with a relentless pace, but my body loved it. It accepted him like he was meant to be there, like I was made for him. He’d said he didn’t want to fuck me into the mattress, but the violence of his thrust certainly felt like he was.
But I’d wanted that.
I always wanted him to give me everything he’d got. No half measures. Because that’s what it felt like to love Will Stokes. You had to jump in, drown in him. Otherwise, what was the point? He was an experience you had to ride with both hands clutched firmly on the rails. A rollercoaster unlike any other, because you couldn’t see any of the twists or turns coming, but that’s what made it so exciting.
My body moved in time with his, hips grinding as heat billowed through me. I moaned and cried at how good it felt, but words failed me. I didn’t want to speak. All I could focus on was the feelings he created. My body was slick with sweat, every inch burning from the feel of him above me. He lifted my thigh, throwing my leg over his shoulder, ploughing into me harder, deeper, hitting that sweet spot every damn time. I grabbed his ass, my fingers digging into him, crying out for more. I was so close. And then, my walls tightened as my clit pulsed, detonating a mind-blowing, intense orgasm inside me. He moaned as my pussy contracted around him, blissful shockwaves coming over me as I came hard. Flutters and fireworks that went on and on. His groans grew louder, and then I felt him come too, spilling everything he had inside me.
I panted, loving the feel of his body on mine. The weight of him was a comfort I’d always crave and never tire of. I knew we had some long and difficult times ahead, and I also knew this nightmare wasn’t over, but there were faint moments of reprieve, tiny sparks of hope in the darkness. I wanted to get through this, be myself again, and maybe, with Will by my side, I would eventually get there. I had to. All of this couldn’t be for nothing. We had a second shot at life, and I didn’t want to waste it.
* * *
“I don’t want to leave you, but I have to go,” Will said the next morning as he pulled on an old T-shirt I’d found in Kate’s cupboard. “I need to do something. I have to try and find him.”
I felt all out of sorts. I understood he needed to go, but I didn’t want him to leave. I didn’t want to break the bubble we’d created less than twenty-four hours ago. It wasn’t long enough, and it didn’t seem fair. We’d been through enough. We deserved our happy ending.
“What about me?” I didn’t want to use emotional blackmail, but I wasn’t thinking straight.
He turned to face me; guilt burning deep in his eyes as he smiled at me.
“Come with me.”
I shook my head and folded my arms. I knew where he’d be heading today, and it was the last place on earth that I wanted to be.
“And walk back into that forest like I have a death wish? No thanks.”
“No.” He walked over to me, pulling my arms free and then wrapped me up in a hug that I pretended to resist. “Come to The Sanctuary. Help me explain all this.”
“I can’t.” I froze, my body heavy at the thought of telling the others, especially Shelley. “I don’t feel ready to talk about it yet.”
He pulled away slightly to peer down at me as he kept his arms locked tightly around me. “We have to talk about it some time. And I can’t keep this from my brothers. We share everything. They need to know. They can help us.”
“It’s not just your story to tell though, is it? What happened doesn’t just affect you, it affects me and my whole family.”
He lifted his head to stare at the wall, sighing and contemplating what I’d said.
“I know, and you’re right, but how else am I supposed to get help to track the fucker down? I can’t lie to them all. They’ll ask where I’ve been.”
“And when they do, you’ll think of something. Something that tides them over for a while. Please, Will. I know it’s a big ask, but just give me a little more time. I promise we’ll tell them when the time is right, but not now, not today.”
He dropped his gaze, his head hanging low as he gave a pained sigh.
