It was like something in me had broke open.
Instead of pulling away, I found myself leaning into him. My hands sliding up his chest, curling into the damp collar of his shirt. I tugged him closer, needing him closer, even though every rational part of me was screaming to stop. His breath hitched against my mouth, a sharp inhale that felt like its own confession.
His hands slid around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer. The heat between us turned raw and urgent, every breath we shared a silent promise I wasn't ready to name. The way his lisp traced a slow, burning path down my neck.
I shivered, my fingers tangled in his hair, clutching him like a lifeline as my heart hammered in my chest. The cool wall pressing against my back, grounding me even as my mind spun, dizzy with the rush of desire.
He yanked me off the ground in one fierce, possessive motion, stealing my breath as he held me tight. My legs instinctively wrapped around him, grinding against the hard length pressing between us. The heat and our hunger, raw and undeniable.
"Fuck," he groaned, breath ragged as I ripped open his trousers while he lifted my dress, urgency burning in every movement.
He didn't even wait. His fingers plunged deep between my legs like I belonged to him, my back arching against the wall as a low moan escaped out of me.
I buried my face in the hollow of his neck, desperate, but he didn't relent. He simply slid another finger. Slow and demanding. "You're already dripping," he murmured huskily. "Tell me, how long have you been like this?"
"Fuck you," I whispered against his skin, biting softly, tasting heat and promise as he chuckled, deep and low.
"Oh, I plan to," he said, shifting until his hardness pressed right against my entrance. Teasing.
"Look at me," he ordered, hands firm on my neck, pinning me against the cold wall. "I want you to see who's fucking you."
Then, without warning, he plunged deep inside me. Raw, urgent and relentless.
A guttural groan escaped me as his length filled me, ripe and demanding. His hands gripped my hips like anchors, steady and possessive, while his lips crashed against mine in a fierce, searing kiss. Our breaths tangled, hot and ragged, mingling in the space between us.
I could taste the wine on his lips, sweet and intoxicating. Every moan I dared to release, swallowed by his mouth, devoured and turned into a hunger that drove him even deeper as he moved. Harder and faster. Each thrust fierce and desperate, like the ache burning between us.
My hands clawed at his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt, desperate to hold on, as he pounded me against the cold wall. The sound of our skin slapping, raw and urgent, tearing through the night air, mixing with the ragged rhythm of our breathing.
My legs tightened instinctively around his waist, pulling him closer as he drove into me harder and deeper, while I met every thrust with need. Every movement feeding the wildfire consuming us both. There was nothing else. No pasts, no future, just this raw, desperate hunger and the fierce, relentless pulse of us both.
The way his body pressed against mine, warm and demanding, grounding me even as desire clawed its way, higher and higher. Tighter.
My breath hitched when I felt his lips, trailing down my jaw. Teasing, urgent, until I could feel nothing but him. The tender way his fingers curled into my hair, pulling me closer until I could feel the desperate promise in every inch of his touch.
I was trembling, caught between wanting to fall apart and needing to hold on. Then, with a sudden, fierce movement, everything broke loose. Raw and unyielding. Utterly unstoppable.
I clung to his shoulders, my back pressed hard against the cold wall as a sharp, guttural cry tore out of my throat. His hands dug into my hips, knuckles white, the grip fierce enough to hurt, but he didn't seem to care. He only kept pounding into me, relentlessly. Each thrust driving deeper, harder. I could feel my walls clenching around him, pulsing and squeezing, desperate to keep him inside me.
"Fuck," he groaned, his breath ragged and rough, voice thick with need. "You feel so good."
Then he came, shuddering inside me. His head falling into the hollow of my neck. His breath, hot and ragged against my skin. I could feel his heart pounding, wild and desperate, syncing with the frantic rhythm of my own.
But before I could catch my breath, he had already crushed his lips to mine with fierce urgency. Hard and claiming, like he needed to mark me as his. Our mouths moved together in a heated clash. Tongues exploring, teeth grazing, breath mingling in a desperate dance. Every kiss was fire and hunger, pulling me closer even a a sudden, sharp realization stabbed through the haze.
He came inside me. Bare. There weren't any protection.
My breath caught. Panic flared hot and wild in my chest.
I shoved him hard without thinking.
He stumbled back, wide-eyed, as I caught myself against the cold wall after nearly losing my balance. My hands trembled as I stared at him, my voice shaking with a mix of fear and fury.
"What the fuck have you done?" I demanded, my voice shaking with raw disbelief and anger, each word cutting sharper than the last. "Do you even realize what you've done?"
He stared at me, eyes blank, like the weight of it hadn't even hit him yet.
But I watched on, my lips parted in stunned silence as he fumbled to button his trousers. Even when I still could feel every fucking inch of him, deep inside me.
The unwelcome warmth still pooling between my legs, slick and real, remnants of it slipping out in slow, humiliating traces.
Pain scrambled through me at the realization of what we've done.
I clenched my thighs tight, trying not to feel it. Only to force them apart, like it could somehow make a difference. In case...in case...fuck. I can't even finish the thought.
It was too horrifying to even consider.
Still, the heat between us didn't fade.
It only morphed, twisted into something darker, heavier.
And I wasn't sure if the fire burning inside me was the ache I've felt for him, or the sting of betrayal that cut deeper than anything else.