Page 127 of All Your Hate
Those pills must have really fucked her up if she thought she saw anyone in the house. The gate was secure and there’s no sign of a break in. Everything was in her head.
Still I do a walk through of the house and drive down to the gate. The only things out of place are in the house. The television and mirror in the lounge room are destroyed. A trail of blood leads me back outside to where it abruptly stops in the drive before picking up again around the side of the house toward the woods.
I should have been here for her tonight. This solidifies in my mind that my deal with Dmitri needs to end. I’ll make sure that Wynter doesn’t get hurt in the process, even if it costs me my own life.
After going back inside to check on her, I try to sneak off to do some research while she sleeps but she calls out for me. “Noah. Don’t leave me.”
“Noah?” she says again when I don’t answer.
It doesn’t take much persuading for me to get under the covers and curl my body around hers. “I’m here.”
“I need to feel you.” She squirms against me.
Her body’s still too cold for my liking and I pull the blanket higher until it’s tucked under her chin. “I’m not leaving, I promise.”
“I want to feel all of you.” She persists. Her ass pressing back against me to tell me what she wants.
“That’s not a good idea.”
“Please,” she begs and my cock twitches. I know she feels it too as she wriggles again.
“Wynter,” I warn her as I pin her hip in place.
“I just want you inside of me. I want to know you’re in me while I’m sleeping so I know no one else can take me away. Let me be tethered to you.Please.”
Fuck.
My cock’s rock hard now. Not from her begging, but from her admitting to needing me in that way.
I’ve always loved her hate. But fuck it feels good to have her love.
Brushing my hand over her outer thigh, she shifts her leg forward, giving me access to her pussy. With a finger, I feel if she’s wet first and fuck she is. It's only slightly, but I can't help admiring what I've created. She's so dependent on me that the slightest thought of me inside her turns her on.
I stroke her softly and she whimpers, her head burying into the pillow as she finds comfort from my touch.
As gently as I can I ease inside her. It’s an agonizingly slow speed for me, but for her it’s perfect. Tiny little gasps and whimpers escape her with each inch that fills her. When I’m fully inside she empties her lungs with a long content sigh. Her pussy pulses around me, a warm sheath that I find my own peace in.
We spend each night like this, but this time feels different.
I watch as she falls back to sleep. Her muscles relax and her breathing softens. I'm more than content to stay like this forever.
“Stop doing that,” I say firmly as Wynter flexes her hand.
“But it hurts.”
“It’s going to hurt if you keep moving it. Just sit back and rest your hand on this.” Lifting her arm, I place a cushion on her lap and rest her hand there. Then I grab a blanket and tuck it around her shoulders.
She rolls her eyes as I keep fussing over her. Her hand didn’t need stitches, but the large bandage around it reminds me of my failure. Just the sight of it makes me angry. If I was here she wouldn’t have been hurt.
My phone buzzes and Wynter sits up. “Is that Dmitri?”
“No,” I tell her as I check the screen. “It’s the pizza guy.”
It only takes me a few minutes to collect the food and return to the lounge.
“How are you feeling?” I ask her as I set the boxes out on the coffee table.
“I’ll be fine. You look tired. Come sit down, you've been doing stuff all day.”