Havoc (Storm MC 7)

Eventually, he nodded and moved off the bed. Reaching out to me, he took hold of my hand and pulled me to a standing position. And then he lifted me and carried me into the bathroom.

In one movement, he cleared the vanity of my beauty products into the top drawer, and sat me on the cleared space. “Wait there,” he directed before leaving me to go back into the other room. When he returned, he had a condom on and my core clenched at the thought that he was finally going to give me what I craved.

Standing in front of me, he said, “Put your hands around my neck.”

His voice was so raw.

Frayed.

Havoc was frayed.

I did as he said and he slowly raised my legs to rest them on his shoulders. I thanked God for all the hours I’d spent doing Pilates, especially when he put his arms around my lower back and pulled me closer to him.

And then he entered me.

Oh. God.

Divine pleasure hit me and my pussy pulsed around his cock.

He entered me slowly that first time.

The second time, he slammed into me hard.

The third, I was sure he was going to break me in half.

I clung to him while he lost himself.

If I’d thought he was frayed before, the act of fucking me only served to unravel him further. He grunted with each thrust, moving faster and faster towards his release. But it never seemed to get any closer.

I came fast, my mind shattering with white light as it drifted away from all thoughts of anything but pleasure. I knew Havoc continued to pound into me, and I still held onto him, but that was the only awareness I had. I hovered in that pleasure state for a long time.

He’d given me pleasure like I’d never experienced and if it was the last time we ever had sex, I wouldn’t care because this was everything.

This took the pain away.

I could breathe.

Joy.

The ache of rejection I always carried with me was gone.

Even if just for a short time, it was everything I wanted and needed.

Delivered to me by Havoc.

“Fuck!” He roared as he came.

My eyes flicked open to find a storm of emotion staring back at me. As he caught his breath and allowed the pleasure to ebb from his body, he held my gaze with those stormy eyes. We didn’t speak, simply watched.

When he was done, he pulled out of me and helped me down from the vanity before turning and walking out of the bathroom.

I watched him go.

Still no words passed between us, yet a tempest of feelings had been unleashed.

Closing the bathroom door so I could shelter alone in the shower, I closed my eyes briefly.

What the hell have we done?