Page 108 of Reverie

W.

I count his heartbeats with my ear pressed to his chest as it races.

After a moment, I feel his free hand slide into the tangle of hair at the base of my skull.

“Sunbeam, you know I love you more than life, right?” His words sound dazed, distant, and his heart starts to beat even faster, harder.

“Yes, Hunter, I do,” I say, not moving from my spot.

Another few heartbeats. “Good,” he says.

Then he wrenches my head back with a fistful of my hair.

“Because I’m about to fuck you like I hate you.”

He slams his mouth to mine, his tight fist never providing relief to my roots. I moan into his mouth, putting my arms around him.

I hold him, even though he’s trying to destroy me. I’ve never felt more alive.

The hand that holds my pussy flexes, and in the next instant, his fingers are inside me again. A dull ache settles in my core, but it’s met by the sudden heat of his fingers hitting the most sensitive parts of my sex.

I moan again, letting my voice rise louder and louder.

I want him to know I’m enjoying this. I want him to know that I feel sexy and powerful and wanted and connected to him, even when he’s like this.

Especially when he’s like this.

I have barely a moment to reconcile my position before he spins us, slamming my back against the cold tile. His hand in my hair prevents my head from cracking against the marble.

“You’ve got me, and I’ve got you, Hunter,” I say, my voice hoarse.

“Stop talking, Winter,” he rasps out.

“No, because you need to hear that I love you.”

He lets out a frustrated groan, and in a swift jab, he enters me. I slide up the tile a few inches before grabbing onto his shoulders.

His hand falls from my curls, instead landing on my hip to steady me for his thrusts.

“Shut up, Winter,” he says, and his voice is dark, so dark. He pounds into me in earnest, driving into me so hard that his balls slap against my backside.

“I love you,” I say on a gasp.

“Shut up, Winter,” he repeats, his words even more driven. He lifts my leg onto the stone seat and kicks my other foot to widen my stance.

Spread out now, he pounds even harder, faster, and I clench on him.

I’m there. I’m right fucking there.

“Who says you get to come?” he growls, and the words cause me to tip over the edge, defying him.

Stars sparkle behind my closed lids, and I release a loud breathy moan that goes on and on because my orgasm goes on and on.

“Always fucking defying me,” he says. He keeps pounding into me, and my orgasm recedes but doesn’t dissolve completely. It hovers right in front of me, ready to burn bright again at the slightest strike.

“I’m sorry. I love you,” I say, my voice breaking with each bounce from his thrusts, but he growls at my words, and he does the unexpected.

He grabs my throat.