Take (Need #2)(69)

“That’s what I did to you.”

The comment lays heavy in the air between us. I don’t have to explain what it means. It’s so damn obvious that that picture might as well be a visual metaphor.

She cut that thing up just like I’d cut her up over the years. Systematically. One beautiful piece at a time.

I don’t know what she sees in my expression, but sympathy flashes in her eyes. “Brayden . . .”

I attack.

There’s no real thought behind the movement. Just this overwhelming ache in my balls, heart, my mind and my soul. This all-consuming need to imprint how much I love her into every part of her mind. I need to get this girl to a point where she feels how much I adore her so she’ll never doubt it again.

Covering Kira’s body with mine, I jerk her face in my direction and kiss her. I kiss her like the maddened, agonized animal I am.

At first, she tries to resist me, refusing to open up her mouth.

I’m not the only one that’s been brutally reminded of all the pain I caused her.

I don’t ease up, determination a heavy presence beating through my body. Softly, I suck on her lips, tease them with my tongue, all the while keeping her pinned on the bed by my much larger body. My hips start to rock in circles into her, a primal, instinctual movement that I have no control over.

Kira whimpers into my mouth, her lips falling open.

Groaning, I slide my tongue in, my eyes rolling back in my f*cking head at the feel of her tongue. She lets me kiss her, but there’s a restraint in her. She’s holding back, refusing to give me everything she can.

Refusing to truly let me in.

I climb fully up on the bed and have to practically manhandle her legs open to make room for my hips. She doesn’t fight me as viciously as I know she can, but she isn’t making this easy for me either.

Fine. I’ll fight for this just like I’m willing to fight for everything else.

Four swifts moves, and I have her bathing suit on the floor.

I jack off the bed long enough to get my trunks off, then climb back on the bed.

She’s glaring at me, ready to strike, spit venom at me, and run away, but the moment I’m over her, there’s a flicker in her eyes, giving me an opening. I cup the back of her head, fisting her hair as my other hand wraps around her waist, gluing her body to mine.

There’s nowhere for her to go. No escape.

Nothing to do but take all that I have to give.

“Keep fighting me, because I’m not going to stop fighting for you.” Her eyes narrow, full of hate, but that other emotion is also there. The one I saw outside.

It’s the same emotion I’ve been seeing more and more of lately.

There’s too much going on inside me. Feeling like I’m about to explode, I lean down and bite into the side of her tit roughly, desperate for an outlet.

I need relief. From this onslaught, from the choking frustration of not owning the woman I love the way I want to.

Only one thing can help ease it for now.

Pinning her thighs open, I find her * with my cock. She’s so f*cking wet I don’t even need to prep her. One thrust of my hips and her glare is gone, eyes fighting to stay open as she lets out a moan.

It’s f*cking heaven inside her, and from the utter bliss on her face, I’d say it’s the same for her.

I pull out until just the tip is at her entrance, and watch as the lust starts to fade and the anger creeps back in. Then I ram inside her, all the way, making her squeeze around me.

“Fuck,” she whimpers.

Again.

Again.

Long. Hard. Deep.

Make her look at me as she feels everything.

I love this f*cking girl so much that it obliterates my control over my body. Always. A few thrusts, and I’m fighting to keep my come in my balls. It needs to be inside her, where it belongs.

If I could give her my blood, I would. I’d give her my damn soul if she asked for it.

“This is everything,” I growl, biting her tit again.

She cries out, arching, her * squeezing tight.

“What is?”

“This. The connection.” Her * sucks me in, milking me with velvet, soft wetness that drives me wild. “What we feel when we’re together. What we can be to each other.”

She shakes her head, trying to deny it. “No. Not anymore.”

My forehead falls against hers. “You feel it, I know you do.”

Her legs wrap around me, heels digging into my ass and spurring me on. My body begins to shake as I hold back the come that’s ready to fill her. Grinding my teeth, I slow down even more, but keep the thrusts hard and deep, desperate to shove the truth into her. “You. You. You. It’s all about f*cking you, Kira.”

Her hips rise up to meet mine, each time a little whimper escapes her lips. “This is about f*cking.”

I slam my hips into hers, pinning her against the bed. She’s writhing beneath me, the sounds coming from her begging me not to stop. I look into her eyes, but she turns her head. The grip I have on her hair tightens as I move her to meet my gaze.

“I f*cked it up, but I’ll fix it. I promise you, I’ll fix everything. I love you, Kira. You’re the only one I ever want.”

She turns her head again, pressing her face into my shoulder. When I try to yank her back, she bites down, refusing to move. I hear her soft sob shortly after.