Page 44 of She's Like the Wind

I didn’t let up, my fingers pistoning in and out of her tight pussy while my thumb found her clit, rubbing it in tight little circles that had her trembling like a leaf in a hurricane.

She was a mess.

My mess!

Her moans turned into high-pitched screams as I worked her over, her pussy clenching around my fingers trying to suck me in deeper.

“I—I can’t—oh—” she stammered, but I cut her off with a rough kiss, my tongue invading her mouth as I fucked her harder, faster…relentless in my pursuit of her orgasm.

And then it hit her like a freight train, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her as she came all over my hand, her pussy pulsing and squeezing around my fingers as I milked every last fucking drop of ecstasy out of her.

She screamed into my mouth, her body shaking uncontrollably as I kept rubbing her clit, drawing out her orgasm until she was nothing but a trembling, gasping mess in my arms.

My mess.

I had unraveled her, yes.

But she’d unraveled me, too.

“That’s it,” I murmured, finally pulling my fingers out of her dripping pussy. “Can he do that for you?”

I sucked my fingers clean, watching outrage wash away any sign of her orgasm.

“How can you…how…?” She fixed me with a sharp, venomous stare as she caught her breath.

How can I?

Because you allowed me entry into your world, your heart.

Because I am the monster who makes you feel everything.

Only to demand she forget? My conscience interjected.

She shoved me away, her breath ragged, cheeks flushed.

She looked devastated, furious, and achingly beautiful.

"I hate that you did that, that I let you," she whispered, a confession wrapped in barbed wire.

My heart twisted. "I know."

“Why, Gage?” Her eyes filled with emotion.

“I…want you,” I confessed helplessly.

My head was muddled.

It was the lack of sleep.

It was not wanting any other woman but her. It was seeing her with another man, knowing I’d lost her, completely.

“You had me.” She stepped away from me as if I were someone she needed to fear.

And she did, didn’t she?

I was being an asshole. I wasn’t going to love herlike she wanted, like she deserved, but I couldn’t stand someone else giving her what I couldn’t.

"I know."