Page 46 of Breaking Ophelia

I want her to remember this. I want every inch of her to be proof that she’s mine.

My hand slips between her thighs, fingers rough, knuckles scraping her skin. She’s wet already, soaking through the cheap cotton of her underwear. I hook a finger under the band and rip it off, the elastic snapping against her thigh.

I drop to my knees, grip her hips, and bury my face in her. She tries to squirm away, but I hold her in place, tongue working circles until her knees buckle.

She fists my hair, yanking hard, trying to control the rhythm. I bite her inner thigh, and she yelps, then swears at me.

I look up, mouth wet, and growl, “Take it.”

She does. She lets her head fall back, chest rising and falling so fast I think she’ll hyperventilate.

When she’s close, I stand, grab her by the throat, and kiss her. She tastes like blood and spit and the salt of her own sweat.

She moans into my mouth, nails clawing down my back, and I want to fuck her against the wall, to feel her break against the stone.

I fumble my belt, pants down just enough to free my cock. I lift her by the waist, pin her to the wall, and drive into her in one slow, brutal thrust.

She screams, but it’s muffled by my mouth. She wraps her legs around me, ankles locked, heels digging into my ass.

I pound into her, each thrust a statement, a dare.

She comes first, I make sure of that.

Her body clamps down, cunt pulsing around me, and she bites my shoulder to keep from crying out.

I fuck her through it, wanting to see how many times I can make her come before I do.

When I finally break, I bite the skin at her collarbone, coming hard, filling her so deep I feel the tremors in her core.

We slide down the wall, tangled and shaking.

For a long time, neither of us moves.

I listen to her breathing slow, feel the sweat cool on my skin.

She shoves me off, crawling for the bed. I follow, rolling her onto her back, pinning her with my weight.

She doesn’t fight. She’s too spent.

I brush the hair from her eyes, thumb gentle on her cheek.

“If you tell anyone,” I say, “the Board will destroy us both.”

She nods, eyes glassy, lips swollen.

I kiss her, soft this time.

“I’m not afraid,” she whispers.

I believe her.

I rest my hand on her ribs, feeling the heartbeat steady under my palm.

For the first time, I let myself think about what happens next.

Maybe this is enough. Maybe I won’t have to break her, after all.

Maybe I’ll just keep her as she is.