Holy. Shit.

I think he’s going to tear me in half. How the hell did I even take this size in my pussy in the first place?

I’m barely able to catch my breath when he pushes in again.

“Aaaah…” I bite down on my hand. “Mmmm…”

“You know what?” Kyle’s fingers dig into my hip, the one he’s been lifting me with, and he powers inside in one go. “Fuuuck.”

I can almost see stars in my blackened vision. The pain is real. It’s even more real than when he takes me roughly from the front. The feeling of being completely filled takes over all my senses. It’s like we’re joined in a way that will never be the same again.

“Breathe,” he grunts from above me. His body covers mine as he opens my mouth with two of his fingers. “Fucking breathe, Rai.”

It’s then I realize, in my attempt to keep feeling the mixture of sensations going through me, I’ve been holding my breath. My eyes must be bulging out, tears gathering in them. Using Kyle as an anchor, I suck in deep gulps of air. The oxygen burns my starved lungs and shoots a new rush of life into my system.

“That’s it…” He starts moving while his body is still covering mine.

Bursts of pleasure pool at the bottom of my stomach and expand through my whole body. I writhe underneath him even though my trembling knees barely keep me in position. The harsh floor stings so good, adding to the sparkles exploding throughout my entire body.

Kyle grabs me by the back of my nape and thrusts with a force that leaves me breathless. He nearly pulls out, then he rams all the way in again, filling me, stretching me, eliciting a sense of pleasure I’ve never experienced before.

I have to remind myself to breathe so I don’t choke like I always do when it gets to be too much.

He’s taking me against the floor without holding anything back, and it’s strangely passionate and erotic and…true. I’ve always felt like he shows his true self when he is close to me, when he has no other way to go but toward me.

I chance a glance at him over my shoulder. He’s so big at my back, like a god of sorts. His thrusts are long and deep, and his expression still has that sense of sadness that I want to erase.

Just looking at him drives me over the edge. This orgasm is stronger than any I’ve had before. It starts in my ass and explodes in my pussy, then all the way throughout my whole body.

My elbows and knees are unable to hold me, so I fall flat on the floor. Kyle holds me upright, a hand under my stomach and the other on my hip as he pounds harder and faster inside me. He’s holding himself on his knees, his body rising then falling down with the force of his thrusts.

I think he’ll come soon, but he doesn’t. He pulls out and flips me on my back, removing the condom and tossing it away. The floor is harsh on my skin, but I don’t care about that as my eyes meet his.

We’ve always had a weird type of connection. The type that’s a bit unhinged, a bit sick, but it’s also the type that brings peace to chaos. The type I want to sleep cocooned in every night and wake up to every morning.

“One more time.” He thrusts into my pussy in one brutal go. Feeling him bare inside me is so freaking good.

My orgasm that hasn’t really ended bleeds into another one. Shit. I’m so stimulated that only penetration is able to drive me over the edge.

“Kyle…oh…Kyle!”

“One more time.” He picks me up so I’m sitting on his lap and drives deeper and harder, sucking and nibbling on my nipples at the same time. He touches me with urgency I’ve never experienced before as if he can’t get close enough or touch me deep enough. Bursts of pleasure explode on every inch of my skin until it gets too hot, too sweaty. Too…much.

Kyle doesn’t come inside me. He doesn’t come. Period.

He continues to fuck me on and on until I come over and over again. He doesn’t soften inside me. If anything, he keeps getting harder and thicker. It’s like he’s made it his mission to make me orgasm. I come so many times I lose count. I’m sobbing at some point at the amount of stimulation attacking my body from all directions. I’m a sweaty, crying mess, and the sick part is that I don’t ever want this to end.

Kyle is touching me. Unlike the rejections from today, he’s fucking me like a madman, unable to stay away.

By the time his cum fills my insides, I don’t know whether it’s a dream or reality. I think I blacked out at some point, so it could be either.

Soft lips brush against my forehead and I moan. “Mmmm.”

“I missed you before, and I’ll miss you now.”

I missed you, too. I try to say those words, but my energy fails me.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow we’ll talk and I’ll tell him I’m not aborting.

I’ll tell him I want us to have the family neither of us had before.

Kyle, the baby, and me.

A smile grazes my lips as I imagine that scene before I drift off to sleep.

27

Kyle

The splitting headache is the least of my problems when I stare at the woman lying on her stomach on the bed.

A galaxy of bruises covers her hips, arms, thighs, arse, and even around the snake tattoo on her spine.

Fuck.

I spring awake as memories of last night trickle back in. What the fuck have I done? If it weren’t for the steady rise and fall of her back, I would think I’d killed her or something.

Bloody hell.

I shouldn’t have touched her when I was drunk. The reason I don’t get drunk isn’t only because I lose my inhibitions, but also because I can’t control myself. There’s no stop or even pause button in that state.

Not that I’ve ever had those buttons when it comes to Rai. Every time I recalled the decision I made, I fucked her more, owned her more, and was nothing short of a madman.

I can’t believe I took her on the floor over and over like a fucking animal. She’s already too fragile and easily bruises by a simple touch. How could I let my beast side take complete control of me like that?

I reach out a finger to touch a strand of her hair but stop at the last second, my hand clenching into a fist. Do I even have the right to touch her anymore?

“Fuck,” I whisper, running a hand through my hair as I spring to my feet.

It’s all over now.