Page 52 of When Sinners Hate

All the talk of truth and control, of being closer together, begs the question of what side of Abel I’ll see now, and my anticipation grows with every second.

His tongue licks against my mouth, sliding in and out, mimicking what I’m sure he wants to do with his cock. As I lean into him, the grip on my wrists tightens, keeping me in place like he doesn’t want the contact.

“Abel,” I whisper against his lips.

“Shhh.” He doesn’t stop kissing.

“I want to be on top. Let me please you.” I twist in his grasp, but he shoves me to the bed, smothering me with his body.

His warm breath at my ear shouldn’t be sexy. “Please me?” Another soft kiss lands on my neck. “You'll please me by letting me do whatever I want to you.” His tongue rolls downwards, making my thighs ache to widen for him. “You'll please me by collapsing after I've fucked you raw.” I gulp, nails digging into his shoulders. “Come on, darlin'. Let me see you enjoy this because, make no mistake, I’m going to make sure I do.”

He pulls me back up and runs his hand down my back until he reaches the hem of my tight dress. I jolt as he tears the fabric in half, giving him access. The sound of torn materialshouldn’t add to the dull ache in my stomach. It should be a warning, but there’s something different tonight. A shift, perhaps.

I cling onto that feeling as his hands travel over my skin, seeking every curve and secret my body has to offer. He knocks my legs wider apart and tilts my hips as he positions himself. He’s barely touched me, but I know I’ll be wet for him.

He shoves inside of me like he’s desperate to feel me around him and pulls my body back against his. It’s the closest we’ve been – the closest to a couple having sex. No violence, no demands, just a need between us.

His guttural moan as he pauses is satisfying, and I take the moment to catch my breath.

Before my lungs are full, he pistons into me, fucking me with a vigour that’s impatient and desperate. His arms hold me up, and he uses my whole body to his advantage. Pulling me back against him, tilting me, pinching my breasts.

He’s everywhere – assaulting my senses – and I love it. My body undulates against his direction. My legs inch wider so he can fuck me deeper. His hand slides up to my head and pulls my hair so I’m resting on his shoulder.

“You’re so much sweeter when you bend, Lexi.”

“Hmmm,” I murmur.

“You can fight me all you like, but you like me fucking you.”

“Yes,” I admit. I do. But I want him to fuck me harder. “Harder, Abel. And touch my clit.”

Teeth bite down on my neck, and I clench my muscles in response, agonising over the mix of feelings.

“Fuck! Your pussy likes pain.”

“Careful, Abel.”

“Why? Because you don’t want me to make you come?”

“Oh, you better. You said something about collapsing on the bed.” I tilt my hips back, hoping he’ll get on with delivering his good time.

“Greedy.”

“Yes. And if you won’t let me be in control, I want you to make up for it by making me lose control.”

His teeth bite back down again before he licks it away, but my clit is begging for attention. He picks up his pace before switching it up again, tilting me so he can slide deeper inside of me. As if reading my body, his hand creeps over my hip and slides over my clit, sending a wave of heat over me and pulling a pathetic moan of gratitude from my throat.

“Better?” If he wasn’t making my body climb, I’d be annoyed by his mocking tone. But all I want him to do is fuck me harder, rub my clit and make me come.

“Yes, just fucking do it. Fuck me. Make me scream!” My voice grows louder, and my lack of control seems to fuel Abel’s enthusiasm.

He grips my hips and thrusts back and forth harder than ever, giving me everything I want. I lean forward and brace myself against the bed. My body jolts, my arms begin to quiver and I love it. I want to fly apart; I want to feel the pulse of my orgasm through every beat of my heart.

“Yes! More!” I cry. My own hand lifts to rub at my clit, teasing the swollen bundle that will push me over.

“Fuck!”

“Yes!” The pulse explodes, my limbs hum and my body contracts around him, desperate and exhausted in equal measure.