Page 18 of Dove

I wanted to hurt her more. Hurt her in the way I knew she loved. She could take it, that wasn’t the problem. She’d taken much more than a few slaps. She’d bled for me. Let me burn her. Let me whip her. It wasn’t her I feared. It was me.

I was afraid I’d never stop. That I’d push her off the edge until she admitted she wanted this. Me. She made me crazy. Made me lose control. I didn’t know where the line was. Eventually, I’d hit it. I’d take her too far and drive her further away. If I didn’t kill her first.

No, I needed to take this slow. Remind her what she liked.

I slapped her sensitive inner thigh again, loving the jiggle of her curves and the twinge of pink that my hand left behind. Her skin was made to be marked. By me.

I shifted slightly, rubbing my palm against her soaking pussy. Her hips flexed, pressing further into me. She wanted it. And I’d get her to say it.

My hand came down on her pussy. Slapping her with more force than I’d used on her thighs. She moaned and flexed her fingers around her breast. I did it again, and Kincaid arched into my touch.

Her wetness dripping onto the bed. Coating herself. Getting her ready for what she wanted but wouldn’t say. I spread her thighs wide as I moved our joined hands down her body. Her arousal covered our fingers as I swiped them through her center.

“You don’t like it?” I stared into her gorgeous eyes as I lifted one brow. “Then why are you so wet?”

Kincaid licked her lips as she stared back at me. Her expression was already turning hazy. She was already falling into the pleasure and pain.

Her lips parted on a gasp as I shoved two fingers inside her soaked pussy. One of mine and one of hers. I gripped her throat again, forcing her to stay with me. She wasn’t going to turn away or close her eyes. I wasn’t going to let her hide from us.

Slowly I dragged our fingers back out until we were circling her entrance. I groaned as her inner walls tightened, trying to keep us inside. Trying to create the friction she needed. Abruptly we shoved back in, making her wither and moan as I set a steady rhythm. Both our fingers in and out of her tight cunt. Her arousal dripped, coating our hands as we worked her closer to the edge.

My fingers flexed on her neck, cutting off her air. Kincaid’s eyes flew wide as her pussy clenched. “You feel that, my little slut? You feel your cunt begging for the pain? You feel how tight you get when I hurt you?”

Her other hand came to my face. Her thumb brushed my bottom lip, and I responded instantly. Still finger fucking her together, I yanked her forward with my hold on her neck and crashed our lips together. I loosened my fingers to allow her a small amount of air as I feasted on her mouth.

My tongue circled with hers as I drove deeper inside her. I kissed her like I wanted her to become a part of me. Like I wanted to absorb her under my skin. Because I did.

“Now come.” I commanded as I broke the kiss and cut off her air. I felt her pulse throb under my fingers in time with the throbbing in her pussy.

Kincaid arched as her hips rocked into our fingers. I dipped my head, capturing her aching nipple in my mouth. The taste of her salty skin making my dick ache. Torturing her was torturing me. I wanted to slam inside her. Take what was mine.

I bit down hard as my tongue flicked the tip. She tensed all over as her orgasm swept through her. I flexed my fingers on her neck to let the rush of oxygen prolong her ecstasy. She moaned as I kept our fingers pumping into her while her walls tightened and released. I sucked her nipple before popping it from my mouth.

“Seemia amata.You love it.”

“No.” She whimpered, and a tear fell down her cheek. Maybe I should’ve felt bad. Maybe I should’ve comforted her. But all I felt was rage. Rejection.

I slid my hand out of her pussy and pushed another of her fingers inside. I shoved her back on the bed, my hand still tight around her neck as I wrapped her thigh around my shoulder. I’d broken her once by pushing her to the edge and refusing to let her come. If I had to, I’d do it again.

I slapped her inner thigh, her arousal on my fingers adding an additional layer of pain. Kincaid’s hand stilled inside her as she gulped for the short breaths I allowed.

“Don’t stop. Fucking feel how much you want this.” I bit down hard where her leg met her hip. I could feel my teeth sinking into her flesh; I knew she would be marked tomorrow. The rage inside me calmed slightly.

I would mark every inch of her if that’s what it took. She wouldn’t be able to look at herself without being reminded of what we did. Of what she loved.

I sucked her clit into my mouth as she continued to fuck her own fingers. I stiffened my tongue and flicked the sensitive bundle of nerves as she bucked beneath me. I slapped her thigh again to make her stay still and give her the pain we needed. Each slap was harsher. Each one burned my hand. I felt the vibrations in her throat where I held her moans of pleasure.

“Say you like it.” I growled. “Say my name. Say you want my cock. I won’t let you come until you do.”

I looked up at her as I loosened the hold. I could see the slight red marks my fingers were leaving on her skin. My cock rubbed painfully behind my zipper. Kincaid pressed her lips together as if to tell me she was done talking.

FUCK!

Why was I here again? Why was I demanding the same things I’d demanded months ago? We were supposed to be past this. She was supposed to be mine already. I was going to destroy everyone person who had done this to her. To us. Who had ruined what we were.

I doubled my efforts. Squeezing her neck. Licking her clit. Slapping her thighs as she pumped inside her tight pussy.

The fingers on her free hand dug into my scalp as she squirmed against me. I growled in approval. She wouldn’t say she wanted it, but she held me like she’d die if I stopped. As soon as I felt her reaching the edge, I pulled back again. I grabbed her wrist and stopped her from reaching her peak.