Page 144 of Through the Flames
Wrong fucking answer.
Using my hips, I pinned her harder against the wall. I was fucking gone, all semblance of control thrown out the window.
I ran my hands over the tight curves of her body, palming every inch I could reach, tracing up her thighs like they were memorizing her for the thousandth time. Her skirt bunched around her waist, exposing more and more of her smooth skin.
I didn’t hesitate; I never did when it came to my girl. I was too fucking greedy.
Caging her in with my arms, the single-minded obsession I’d only ever experienced with her, I sucked and bit my way down her neck to bury my face in her tits.
“Hunter—” My name was a broken whisper against the frantic thud of my heartbeat.
I cut it off with another kiss, savage and bruising, until she was desperately clawing at my back.
Roughly shoving her skirt up to her waist, my fingers hooked in her panties andsnap. The elastic gave with a vicious sound echoing through the hallway.
Then I tossed the ruined scrap of lace over my shoulder unceremoniously, ignoring her shocked gasp. I’d buy her ten fucking new ones if she wanted.
Shoving my sweats down just far enough, I dragged my boxer briefs with them until my cock sprang free. Angry red, the tip leaking, and the veins standing out prominently.
The first thrust was a shock. Brutal. Sharp.
I drove into her in one long thrust, dragging a cry from her throat as she threw her head against the wall with a dull thud.
The cool touch of my metal ring against her slick heat felt exquisite. My piercing dragged relentlessly over her sweet spot, coaxing breathless moans to escape her lips.
It was too much and not enough simultaneously. Her nails were raking down my back, desperate for purchase, as sparks detonated behind my eyes.
“Oh, fuck!” The words burst from her lips when I snapped my hips forward again, harder this time, pinning her against the wall.
“Look at you, baby,” I panted against her throat, my breath brushing over her skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “So cocky a second ago. Now you’re shaking for me.”
I could see how badly she wanted to give me sass, but her jaw went slack and her eyes glazed over with every thrust driving the breath from her lungs. Every graze of my piercing was branding her from the inside out.
“You think anyone in this building can’t hear you?” My voice dipped, filthy and dangerous. “Let them know who’s stretching your little pussy. Let them know you’re mine.”
Mine. The word rooted deep, blooming like fire.
I kept going, driving her higher, wrecking her so good she wouldn’t be able to think past the pulse of pleasure ripping through her.
When her orgasm hit, it was devastating. Her whole body arched off the wall, and a helpless cry tore from her throat as she shattered around me.
I followed with a guttural groan, my hips stuttering before I buried myself deep inside her. My hot cum filled her as I stilled, my chest heaving against hers.
For a long beat, it was just us — wild and ruined, breathing like we just ran a fucking marathon. My hand skimmed down her body, a possessive stroke over her thigh, before I pressed a kiss to her temple. It was soft and intimate, a contrast so sharp it verged on painful.
“Next time you wanna play, baby…” My voice was a rasp against her skin. “…remember how it ends.”
And the look in her eyes told me she would.Again and again and again.
Forty Four
Ella
Days stacked into weeks, weeks into months, all marked by the same relentless patterns.
Classes. Practice. Training. Matches. Repeat.
The shower water hit my skin like tiny hammers, jolting muscles awake before my brain could catch up. I moved through my morning rituals almost on autopilot, each motion familiar, inevitable.
