Page 148 of Uprising

“Open your eyes.” I say.

She does as I ask and I hold her gaze. I make sure this time she doesn’t look away.

I raise her leg more, tucking it around me and I start to thrust into her.

She’s wet. Her body is aroused even if her head is conflicted.

“You’re so beautiful.” I murmur.

“Don’t.” She says cutting across me. “Don’t say that.”

The way she reacts, the hiss in her voice tells me that he used to say that, that he used to say the same words. That it’s another trigger for her.

I let out a sigh. Maybe my words alone can’t help, but my actions can. I can show her my love, I can show her how safe she is with my body.

I hold her hip, keeping her gaze and continue those slow sensual thrusts, fighting every groan, every urge in my body to be ploughing into her. She feels incredible. She feels every bit as perfect as she always has.

Her hands cling to me. She buries her face into my chest taking deep breaths but she’s raising her hips, meeting my movements, echoing them.

And slowly, I can hear her moans. She’s whispering them like she’s ashamed to be making the noises, like she’s ashamed to be enjoying this.

“Don’t hold back.” I say. “I love the way you used to moan for me. I loved the way you always let me know how good it felt for you.”

She flushes, her cheeks going so red. I thrust into her, deliberately pushing into her body in a way I know she’ll enjoy.

And she lets out such a moan.

“There’s my good girl.” I say.

She bites her lip, her eyes darting down to where we’re connected, to where I’m so deep inside her.

“Fuck me Roman.” She says. “Fuck me properly. I can take it now.”

I scan her face trying to figure out if those are just words or if she actually means it. She’s spent her whole life appeasing other people, putting their wants above her own. I have to be sure this is what she actually wants.

“Roman.” She says leaning in catching my lips. “Make me yours again.”

I kiss her back, hungrily. I take her mouth and this time I don’t hold back. I’m ferocious as I claim her, as my tongue swirls with hers.

“You were always mine.” I say breaking off. “Nothing has ever changed that.”

And then I am thrusting into her, driving both our need. She rocks her body, she meets my thrust with such urgency, as if this moment here is her freedom. As if this moment here will fix all that pain.

I can feel her body clenching. I can feel her getting so close. Once more she whimpers like she doesn’t want to do it, like she’s afraid of the consequences.

And then she’s toppling over, screaming, digging her nails into my skin and writhing like a creature half mad. I groan, burying myself inside her. Her muscles are holding me so tight I think my dick might snap.

“Fuck Rose.” I gasp. “You feel so good. You feel…” I trail off as my own orgasm hits me. As I pour into her.

I didn’t think to use a condom. Maybe if we’d planned this better I would have. But as she slumps into my arms and I lay there buried inside her I don’t care about the consequences anymore.

She nuzzles into my chest. Her t shirt has ridden up enough that I can see her stomach. I run my hand over her skin, revelling in the fact that we’re here, tangled up, exactly where we belong.

“I didn’t mean it to go that far.” She whispers.

“You didn’t want to come?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “I wanted you…” She trails off clearing her voice like she can’t quite get the words out. “I wanted you to but not me.”