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We’ve made a bet.We headed back to my place to watch a movie with my old-fashion projector. He said he could keep his focus for an entire movie, and I beg to differ. What he didn’t know was that the movie in question was:Gone with the Wind, aka four hours. I obviously knew he wouldn’t be a fan, but I appreciate his efforts for lasting two hours.
“Are you a sore loser, Mr. LeBeau?” I provoke, a naughty smile on my face.
“You’re playing with fire,ma belle,” he defies, cocking his eyebrow while leaning on top of me dangerously.
“I don’t know what you’re talking a—”
Too late. Aaron stands up from the couch and swoops me on top of his shoulders. I’m definitely weak under his manly body.
“Aaron! Put me down,” I order in a non-convincing way, still laughing.
He walks toward my bathroom, carrying me over his shoulder like I’m weightless, and when he opens my shower faucet, I instantly know what he has in mind. He lets the water warm for a few seconds.
“Aaron! Don’t even think about it!”
Too late. He puts me down in my shower, and it’s just a matter of seconds before I’m fully wet while fully dressed. My white pajama is now transparent, and I know he is enjoying the show.
“I love to see you wet for me.” He darts his tongue out of his mouth, his sinister smile spreading on his face.
“If I’m going down, you’re coming down with me.” I grab him by his shirt, pulling him toward me under the shower.
He follows, not even trying to resist me. We are now standing like two idiots fully dressed in my big shower. We laugh, wondering how we ended up here in the first place. Every moment with him ends up in something unexpected, he makes everything unique.
But then a series of events change the course of the night. I bite my lower lip. His eyes darken with desire. My breath quickens. He pins me against my shower wall. I’m burning. He’s cursing.
Our lips collide in a rough explosion, without warning, without holding back. Our playful mood from earlier is now replaced by the need of the other. A burning passion irradiates from my whole soul, and it’s uncontrollable. He cups my cheeks with his palms, claiming control over me, as I savor him fully.
In a matter of seconds, we’ve undressed each other, feeling impatient and needy. I encircle my leg around his hip as he squeezes it possessively, and he dots my neck with his addictive kisses. I run my nails down his back, not hiding the powerful effect he has on me. The transparent door of my shower becomes blurry from the fog all around us.
His predatory gaze is fixed on me, making me his prey—a not so innocent prey.
“I want to fuck you endlessly, deeply, fully, until you’re entirely mine,” he whispers in my ear, his longing for me in his husky voice. His fingers caress my naked flesh. “Until your body melts just at the thought of my cock buried inside you.”
I’m aroused by his words. I’m bewitched by the contact of our skin. I’m consumed by the man who is my obsession. It’s not healthy, it’s brutal and addictive.
I want you to fuck me endlessly, deeply, fully, until you’re irrevocably, unconditionally, mine.
And just like he has read my mind, his lips crush mine with intense fervor, creating a sweltering symphony, exposing our true need. The need to belong significantly. Together, we’re creating a blistering explosion revealing our carnal need. I’m melting. Collapsing. Demanding more of the man who shakes my world upside down. Insatiable, he sets me on fire, driving me to a place I’ve never explored before.
He slams into me and ignites my world in an instant. My whole body responds to him at twice the intensity it has received. Moaning stronger. Squeezing harder. Falling deeper. He owns a piece of my soul, and I’m dominated by the lecherous ecstasy. I can’t stop. I can’t think. I’m caught between pain and pleasure, darkness and light, destructive feelings and healing ones, opposite and yet one can’t exist without the other. Just like Aaron and me.
He thrusts deeper, harder, into me, his hands squeezing my waist more passionately. My eyes start to roll under his forceful pushes. I wrap my legs around his strong torso, incapable of standing anymore. He lifts me up and I submit my control to him. Multiple emotions explode within me. Passion. Eagerness. Possession. Our chemistry exploding in flaming animal sex. Our kisses violent, torrid, erotic.
He is a tornado of emotions, creating a devastating yet pleasurable spiral of sin. My emotions are colliding. I need him, fuck—I need him so much.I’m afraid he might leave me, I feel the pain of the day when I’ll be insignificant. Can two broken people really overcome their fears and the damage their pasts have caused them? Or are we damned from the start and we’re just hiding, lying to ourselves? He pushes into me, and I feel him inside my belly and yell out his name in my trembling voice.
“Ma belle.” He slows down, his predator gaze is now replaced by a genuine concern look. It feels like he was possessed, and hearing me brings him back. “Did I hurt you?” In just a flash, he switches from the possessive alpha male to a lost and broken man, as if he could sense the pain aching in my chest.
The pain to lose someone who was never mine in the first place.
Someone who never wanted to belong to anyone.
Our eyes connect, the only noise is the water still running. He knits his eyebrows and caresses my cheek with his thumb.Don’t be sweet, Aaron. Don’t look at me like I’m precious to you. Don’t torture my soul. I feel emotions reaching through my eyes.Not now. Remember Elle, don’t be vulnerable.
“Lose control.”I need you.
“Elle. I don’t want to hurt you.”Stop looking at me this way.
“I want you to show me how much you want me.”I want your body to speak for the words we can’t admit. I want you to make me forget I’m falling too hard.
