Page 82 of Ten Day Affair

My head knocks against the wall. I groan through clenched teeth, barely hanging on. “Jesus, Sam.”

She doesn’t stop or ease up. She grips my thighs to hold me in place, swallowing me down again until my vision goes all white for a second.

I tug her hair once, not hard, but enough to signal I’m close.

Only then does she pull back, lips slick and swollen, breath hot against my skin.

I reach down, haul her to her feet, and kiss her hard. Her mouth tastes like me. Her lips are slick, hungry, and unapologetic.

I carry her to the couch, her legs tight around my waist like she doesn’t trust me to get us there fast enough.

I don’t ask. I don’t need to. She came here for this.

I rip her jeans down her legs, drag them off with a force that makes her breath hitch.

Her shirt follows. I run my hands along her waist, palms pressing into her, pushing up to her ribs. Her muscles twitch under my touch, her whole body tight, waiting to be wrecked.

“Look at you. Already shaking and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

She glares like she wants to fight me and fuck me at the same time. I lean in and lick her bottom lip.

“You want to act like you don’t care?"

"I don't. Stop talking and fuck."

I reach for my wallet, tear open the foil. She watches the whole time. I slide the condom on, slowly and deliberately, never breaking eye contact.

“You came to get fucked, Sam?”

She doesn’t answer.

So I push her back onto the cushions, crawl over her, and let my mouth hover just above hers.

“Say it. Say you want me to ruin you,” I whisper.

Her breath catches. “I want you to ruin me.”

I press into her with one hard thrust, and her nails dig into my shoulders like she's already there.

“You feel that,” I murmur, my lips brushing her throat.

"Yes! Yes!"

“You can pretend this doesn’t matter, but your body says otherwise.”

“Don’t stop.”

I grip her hips like I’m holding on for dear life. “Even if you hate me right now, you’re still mine. Right here. Right now.”

She doesn’t answer with words. Her hips rise to meet every thrust, breath catching, fingers digging into my back. I thrust harder, faster, until she’s shaking, her eyes wide and wet, her mouth parted with a sound that wrecks me.

My fingers find the spot between her thighs, and she breaks apart, clenching around me, gasping my name, legs tightening like she’s trying to keep me right there.

I follow with a curse, buried deep inside her, head dropped to her shoulder, breath ragged against her neck.

For a long time, neither of us moves. I hold her because I don’t know what else to do. Her heartbeat thrums against mine.

And that’s when the weight comes rushing in.