Galaxy Of Hope

‘Well I hate you for putting us in this position!’ he growled again, ignoring my slaps. ‘You knew what kind of man he was and you pose that question? You know you could have died tonight right?’ I have never seen anyone be this livid. He was losing his mind. I reached out to slap him again. He grabbed my wrist and slapped me back against the wall hard. His towel dropped but our eyes were so laser focused on each other I didn’t even bother to glance down. ’You could have died p-princess..-’ His voice cracked completely, he could barely get my nickname out, betraying his emotions. He swallowed back a sob, evident by the way his breath hitched. His eyes were now wide with fear and hurt. Wet tears brimming at the edge. Had he been this afraid, for me? Was that the reason for all of this anger? As I watched those tears in his eyes well up, I felt it. It wasn’t out of duty, it was out of fear for my life. Both of us breathing hard, his now naked body flush against me and his arousal clear. He was turned on by this?

‘You would pull that trigger on me.’ I whispered, my voice now breaking too and tears were now flowing freely down my face. ’I hate you for that.’ My voice softer now. It was the truth. I thought we were… friends. He put his forehead against mine and I hated the stupid tears that fell down my face even more but now they were mingling with his. ‘I lost my mind in there, princess.’ He whispered against my lips. ‘Seeing you against that wall with his hands over your small beautiful neck-’ his voice locked up again as he recalled it. I closed my eyes and he did too. Both of us remembering and in pain from it still. I whimpered against his lips, not even knowing how to express what I was feeling. We stayed like that in silence for a while, both breathing hard. Hurt and crying.

An invisible cord pulled us closer. He lifted me up by my ass and placed himself flush against me. ’I said I would do it…. Not that I could do it.’ He murmured softly and then his mouth was on me in a flash of hunger. Devouring me like that night in the bar. I whimpered in his mouth, now realising this was what I needed. Clawing at his body. I needed all of him. Right now. Everything he could offer.

His own hands wandered over my body, intensely feeling all parts of me. I was starving for him, craving him. He was on me and in me really quickly and I had no time to adjust. Roughly fucking me against the wall. I screamed in pleasure. Tears rolling down my eyes, his tongue and hands everywhere he could be as if he could swallow me hole. He made these intense moans somewhere in between being in incredible pain and incredible pleasure. It made me see stars and stripes. I slapped his body down on the bed and took charge. Riding him aggressively. Angrily. He flipped me over again. Hard fucking me into the bed. He pulled me into doggy and grabbed my hair roughly, fucking me even harder. I came so hard I didn’t know my own name. Both of us falling into a sweaty mess of nakedness.