Resist

“Fuck,” he howled.

I couldn’t stop. I needed him to feel it. To feel me. To experience the pleasure and the pain. To absorb it. To love it. To need it and crave it like I did. I kicked back again off the bed. His hands wrapped around my chest, pinching and pulling my nipples.

“Shit,” I hissed.

The pressure was intense. His cock too big. Our bodies were too explosive together. I bounced wildly, riding him higher and higher. I let go of the bed, scaling his body. Twisting and turning until we were face to face, my legs wrapped around him. We bucked up and down. Our mouths licked and sucked until our tongues twined with the same rhythm as our bodies. I held him in my arms. Clung to his neck. Breathed his breath. I was coated in his sweat. Covered in his scent. I was tangled in his arms.

“I never want to stop fucking you. Never.” He kissed me.

“Don’t. Please don’t.”

The tears burst from my eyes.

“Oh God.” He stared at me.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” I urged. I let the tears fall.

He kissed the side of my cheek and then the other.

The rush was instant. I knew the orgasm would knock both of us to the bed. It was violently taking over my body. The twinge was like white lightning shooting through my core, numbing my limbs, coating my veins with blackness.

Vaughn pushed inside me. His body stiffened. I felt the spasm of his muscles as he released inside me.

We held each other in that moment. Letting the glitter fall around us. The heat of a burning bed smolder under our bodies.

I opened my eyes. My legs were locked around him. He held my lower back to keep me from falling back.

He kissed me roughly.

“I meant it, Ell. I love you. And I’m not leaving here without you.”

“That wasn’t goodbye sex?” I whispered.

He shook his head. “Hell no.”

I was more shocked than if he had stood up and walked out of the room.

“I-I don’t understand.”

His thumb rubbed over my bottom lip.

“I came back for you. I want you to come with me.” He brought his lips to mine. I touched my tongue to his thumb just as he sealed our mouths with a dizzying kiss.

I seemed to forget what Vaughn had said. I let him love me again and again, until we both fell asleep. The first time I had slept in weeks.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

I sat forward. The panic ripped through me. It was morning. The bed was empty. And I was naked.

I ran my hands over my sore body. Traces of him were everywhere. He had touched me. Kissed me. Fucked me into oblivion. I closed my eyes. And he was gone. I patted the vacant pillow next to me. There was still an indentation from where he had slept.

I blinked when I heard a toilet flush.

The bathroom door opened. He stood in the doorway. “Did I wake you?” he asked.

I let out a breath I was holding.

“You’re still here.”