Bending his knees, my husband crouched by my legs. His still-erect cock bounced before me. When I still didn’t look up, Reid took my chin and lifted it until our gazes met. If he was trying for compassion, he failed. His cold, emotionless words were simply a directive. “Your shower is done. You’re getting out.”
If daggers could be sent through eyes, I was sending them. “Fuck you.”
“Oh, sweetheart” —his tone deepened— “I want that so fucking bad it hurts.”
I blinked, releasing the tears on my lashes as I shook my head still in his grasp. “Obviously not.”
Reid released my chin. As his legs straightened, his muscular thighs flexed. With his eyes fixed on me, he reached for his length, wrapping his long fingers around his erection. I sucked in a breath as he moved his hand up and down, pleasuring himself, doing what I had wanted to do.
His tenor deepened as his volume rose, his intonation slowing. “You don’t think I want you, sweetheart?”
I couldn’t take my eyes off his hand, the way it moved and how his large cock twitched as it grew unbelievably larger. Under the spray of the shower and his manipulation, veins came to life beneath his stretched, velvety skin.
Reid’s hand moved faster. “I want inside your tight cunt more than I want anything else.”
My tongue darted to my lips as droplets of come glistened from the slit at the tip.
“But I won’t hurt you.” His hand continued its movement. “You want to make me come. Fine. I’ll come and then we can be done.”
“Fuck you. Get out. You don’t want me. If you can get yourself off, so can I.”
His hand stopped.
Once again, I laid my forehead upon my knees. “If you wanted me, you wouldn’t have stopped me from—”
My body rose as he grasped my arm, pulling me to my feet until I was sandwiched between the wall and him. The water continued streaming toward us from the side. Still grasping my arms, this mountain of man pinned me in place. While his cock prodded my stomach, it was his handsome face that had my attention. Emotions swirled in his dark eyes that I couldn’t fully identify. There was lust and desire but also hurt and even anger.
The shower spray glistened on his skin as the muscles on the sides of his face tightened underneath his morning beard growth.
“You don’t understand,” he said through gritted teeth.
Though my arms ached in his hold, I held his stare. “No. You’re wrong. I understand. I get it. I’m ugly. You can’t stand to look at me, and you sure as hell don’t want me.”
He thrust his hard cock against me. “Does it feel like I don’t want you?”
“So you’re punishing me? You’re keeping sex from me because of what happened? Do you blame me for being taken?”
His answer came quick and loud, echoing through the shower stall. “No. I blame me.”
The hole in my chest ached. “Reid, it’s not—”
He pressed himself against me. “When you were there” —he tilted his chin toward the shower floor— “it felt so fucking good. I started to forget...”
“That’s what I want. I want to forget.”
His head shook. “I can’t. And it makes me so goddamned mad. Lorna, I’m so fucking angry that someone took you, touched you, hurt you...I can’t control it and if I let loose...”
Bending my pinned arm, I found his captive cock wedged between us. I moved my hand over the smooth skin. “Make me forget, Reid. Fuck me. Fuck me with all that anger. Or make love to me. Consume me so that all of my thoughts are filled with you, and for a time I will stop thinking about what I can’t remember.”
His wide chest moved with deep breaths as tendons pulled tight in his neck.
“Use me,” I said, “Let me use you. I can take whatever you have because I know you love me.”
“Once I start...”
I moved my hand faster as the cock in my grasp turned to steel. “I’ll beg if that’s what you want.”
Reid didn’t speak, turning me quickly toward the wall. My fingers splayed on the tile and my diamond ring sparkled as he pulled my ass toward him and kicked my feet apart. My breathing hitched as his finger found my folds and plunged inside.
My gasp echoed against the tile as a second finger with the perfect curl was added. My knees bounced at the unbelievable friction.
“I love your cunt.” Reid turned his hand as his thumb pressed against my tight ring of muscles. He pushed his thumb deeper, penetrating my anus.
“Oh,” I panted as I pushed toward his touch.
“Your ass is so tight.” His lips came to my ear as his large body enveloped mine. “Sweetheart, if I wanted to punish you, that’s what I’d do.”
My fingers grasped at the tile as a strange chill flowed through me. I wasn’t sure where it came from. We’d done anal before and it hadn’t been punishment. I knew and trusted my husband. However, before I could respond or analyze my reaction, Reid plunged his cock between my folds and deep into my core.
There was no inch by inch, no slow burn. In record time, he was balls deep. One of his large hands wrapped around my waist while the other came to my back, bending me so he could get impossibly deeper.
Willingly, I complied, my core stretching with each thrust and my breasts swaying with his rhythm. “Yes,” I panted as heavy breaths added to the shower’s steam. In and out, over and over, he plunged.
I could lose myself in not only the mindboggling sensation, but in the emotion. The closeness was what I’d been ready to beg for. The intimacy we shared. Throughout the years, Reid’s love had given me what I never realized I needed or what as a child I could not have even imagined existed. In return, my love for him had grown each day.
Together, we were unstoppable.
Holding my hips, he moved faster and faster. Each plunge caused my fingers to blanch as he dove in and out. This wasn’t making love. This wasn’t a tender reunion. This was fucking. This was spearing me to my core, splitting me open only to put me back together.
Harder and harder.
My pussy clenched as an orgasm exploded without warning.
“Reid...oh my God...”
He didn’t slow as I struggled to keep my footing, and my hands slipped over the wetness.
Again, wrapping one arm around my waist to hold me steady, he also reached for my chin and pulled my face backward until his lips were again at my ear. His breathing sent warm puffs of breath through the shower’s mist over my sensitive skin. “No one touches you, no one but me.”
“Yes.” It was all I ever wanted.
Still holding my chin, he continued to pound, our wet skin slapping against one another. “This cunt is mine.”
“Yes.”
“Say it, Lorna. Say it out loud.”
“It’s yours. I’m yours. All of me.”
“Your cunt. Say it.”
I was lost to his deep tenor, his demanding thrusts.
His hand slipped to my neck. “Say it.”
“My cunt.”
“Who touches it?”
“You.” My pulse raced as I complied, feeling not only adoration for his possessiveness, but as if I were on a precipice where a deep dark hole could take it all away.