Beautifully Revealed by Bethany Bazile Page B

pressure isn’t enough to be painful, but I know it reflects the hurt and the pain he feels about what happened with Lucas. His kisses are harsh and punishing, and they match the rhythm of his thrusts. His hand tightens around my neck and the loss of oxygen to my brain increases the pleasure.
    “Did he make you feel this way?” he growls. I shake my head as each thrust begins to feel more intense. My hand wraps around his arm and his grip loosens around my neck, but his cock pounds into me more furiously. His face is less than an inch from mine and he’s studying my every response.
    “Come now ,” he demands through gritted teeth. I stare at him defiantly, loathing the way my body readily submits to him. He smirks at my attempt to keep him from having total possession of me. His hand cups my breast and he pinches my nipple. The sharp tug responds in my core. My eyes shut from the weight of the pleasure that’s racing through me. Each thrust enhances my climax and I hear myself in the distance begging him. I’m not sure if it’s to stop or for more, but he gives me more.
    He grabs both my thighs and lifts me up against the door. He bites my neck and nips my ear as his cock probes the slick tender flesh between my legs. My body begins to jerk from the flood of sensations, but he holds me firmly to accept each slamming thrust. His labored breaths against my ear match mine and I pull viciously at his hair, angry that I feel so consumed by my love of him, but knowing he’s going to walk away afterwards. He grunts in pain then trembles and bites down hard on my neck as he floods my clenching pussy with his hot cum.
    Th e frenzy of emotions takes over, threatening to choke me. I miss him so much my heart aches. I cling to his sweat soaked hair, holding his head prisoner against my neck.
    “This pussy is mine. If you even think to let another man touch it…” He shakes his head against my neck.
    “You can’t say that. I f you won’t let me come home then you can’t tell me-” He cuts me off by rocking into me again.
    “Do you feel that?” he asks looking into my eyes. I moan involuntarily as his burgeoning erection pushes into me.
    “Did I not just prove that you belong to me?” He licks his fingers and brings them down over my swollen clit. He rolls it slowly between his deft fingers, holding me captive in his gaze as I battle against another orgasm. He owns me physically, emotionally, and even mentally. My mind is against this, but the way he’s controlling my body right now feels more like a mental fuck. I can’t concentrate on anything but those green eyes telling me what I need right now. As much as I know this will hurt me more when he’s gone, that I should kick him out and stop this push and pull, I’m mentally defective when it comes to making the right decision about Liam so I let him have his way with me.
    His thrusts are slow and his cock expands to quickly fill me. My clit throbs as each slide of his rough finger increases the tingling. He leans down and sucks my nipple into his warm mouth and I lose it. My body convulses , my pussy spasms relentlessly against his iron hard cock, and I fight to catch my breath. I whimper as he withdraws from me and tighten my hold on his arm.
    “Please,” I beg him not to leave me. I wish I could figure out a way to show him that love doesn’t have to be this painful, that the torture of being apart is far worse than the fear of being together. He stiffens and I can see him battling to keep his cool, but fear wins out in the end. He pulls on his pants and walks out the door before he buttons up his shirt.
    I lie back down on the couch with my heart crushed. It almost feels like I dreamed him appearing. I’m back on this lonely couch, in the same position, watching the same depressing shit. If it weren’t for the tenderness he left between my legs, I would’ve absolutely believed I was still asleep. I hug a pillow against my naked breasts and stare blankly