He pulled out of her suddenly, making her acutely aware of her body, and thrust up inside her, hard, all traces of gentleness gone. Morana sucked in a breath, curling her hands into fists on the wall as pleasure shot through her core right down to the tips of her toes, her legs trembling with the effort to keep standing.
“You do something like that again, I’ll fucking shoot you in the heart.”
His guttural voice made her shiver even as her walls clenched around him.
“I decide when you die.”
Morana huffed a laugh that got strangled in her throat. “You’re crazy.”
Without a pause, his hips started snapping into hers rigorously, rolling on every thrust in a way that made her bite down on her lips to keep her moans to herself, sweat beading upon her brow, her breasts heaving as her head neck arched, her hair floating down her back in a tangle of wet strands.
“No. I’m fucking crazy.”
She moved back against his ardor, the friction inside her walls making her squeeze her muscles around him as the tip of his cock rubbed over that spot inside her over and over again. His hips never paused, the rhythm never breaking, and her jaw slackened as heat coiled deep in her belly. It was a snake coiling tighter and tighter around its prey, squeezing the very life out of it with such brutal strength, ready to sink its fangs in divine ecstasy.
Morana shook all over, her lips swollen from her own nipping teeth in an effort to keep her sounds to herself.
He’d had his hand covering her mouth the last times he’d made her come, muffling all the noises she’d made and in a convoluted way, granting her the freedom to let out all the noise inside her, knowing it wouldn’t be heard.
There was no hand muffling her response this time, and try as she might, moans escaped from deep in her throat as she felt him move in and out of her, over and over and over again, her legs trembling and hands aching but hips moving with his. She tried to bite the noise down, but couldn’t, not completely.
Suddenly, she felt him shift on his knees, changing the angle of the penetration. A low growl rumbled from his throat as he thrust in with such force her mouth parted on a loud moan, all sense, all control of her body lost to her as her vision blackened. The shaking in her body intensified, as did his movements, aggressive, fervent, but so removed from her body, not touching her anywhere except where they were joined.
Morana wanted to lean back into his solid mass, let him support her weight because her body felt too slack to do so anymore, have his palms cover her breasts and his face turn into her neck. She wanted every bite, every nibble, and utter dirty, dirty words into her ear as his cock sliced her open.
Her fingers dug into the wall with the effort not to do any of that as pleasure rocked over her body, washing over her with such suddenness she was stunned by its intensity, unable to hold back her scream that started as a moan and got increasingly louder. He pushed in, hitting that sweet spot inside her, over and over again, with such precision her head lolled into the wall, her body slacking completely against it as her orgasm snapped inside her. Her heart raced so hard she could feel it throb in her toes, in her core, in her fucking teeth. Her body shook all over, her walls clamping down on him, milking him, as he thrust in a last time and stilled, his breathing loud behind her.
They stayed standing like that, him caging her in without touching her and her trembling against the wall in bliss.
The sound of water penetrated her pleasure induced haze first.
She stood alone, despite him still being inside her. Her body had been sated but she could still feel something hungry gnawing inside her, trying to claw out and find satisfaction. She kept tamping it down. Would it ever be enough? Would anything ever be enough?
It was as he slipped out of her, as her heart stuttered to a quieter beat, that she realized the water had gone cold, flowing against her back because of the space between their bodies.
Acutely aware of him behind her, Morana remained standing the way she was, not moving, not turning, not certain she wanted to face him at that moment. This had been the first time they’d been together physically just with themselves, no external factors into play, and it had been just as removed, if not more. It made something inside her chest feel tight before she shook it off and agreed. Distance was needed.
She opened her eyes, only to see those hands, clenched into fists against the wall – tight fists that made his arms shake.
“Why?”
One word.
Guttural.
Spoken in that low voice. The voice that shook. Asked so, so many questions in that one word. She understood some of them.
Why had she not sold him out when she’d had the chance? Why was she still not out of his system? Why was this mad lust not sated despite their bodies having found completion? Why had she followed him? Why…
There were many other questions in there, questions she didn’t understand, questions she was certain he wasn’t even aware he’d asked.
Why?
Why was this happening? Why did she feel this connection to the one man she should run away from? Why did he make her so alive when he’d told her he wanted her dead? Why hadn’t he killed her yet?
Why?
Why?
Morana looked at his fists, swallowing down the sudden wave of emotions inside her, and replied softly, with one word.
“Why?”
Silence.
For long, long moments, she felt nothing but his breaths at her back, saw nothing but his hands beside hers, so close yet so far.
And then suddenly, he pulled back his hand and punched the wall above her hand, hard.
“God damn it!”
Morana stood utterly still, stunned at the way he went at it.
Once, twice, thrice.
“Fuck!”
Such utter frustration bled from his voice. Such pain.
He kept cursing until she heard nothing but foul words. Pained words. Aggravated words.
He kept punching the wall until his knuckles cracked until the wall dented and plaster became smudged with red.
And through it all, through that entire display of rage, he never touched her, not once.
Despite her answer having triggered this, despite his desire to kill her, she remained untouched.
“Motherfucker!”
And it was over as soon as it had begun.
Before she could blink, she was completely alone in the stall, his body gone from behind her, his hands gone from beside hers.
Morana stood there, breathing hard, just watching the place where his hands had been.
The once smooth white wall beside her hands was cracked, fissures appearing in small grooves in it, the clean white space painted crimson.
She swallowed, her eyes latching on to a drop of blood sliding down that wall, leaving a streak on scar behind it, marring the pristine white.
A drop of blood rolling down.
He was bleeding.
She went to bed later that night, after taking care of her wound, lying down silently, trying to understand what had happened, when her phone chimed.
It was a message, from an unknown number, with a multimedia file attached. Morana looked at it, her heart picking up as she sat up in the bed and saw the number.
It was the same number which had sent her the article; the same number she’d been unable to track.
Taking a deep breath, uncertain of what she would find next, Morana tapped on the multimedia icon, to find a folder. Squinting, Morana looked at the small fonts, reading the name of the folder.