I vaguely heard the door slam shut, but I was mostly focused on keeping upright, staying conscious as he ruthlessly fucked my mouth with his tongue. I kissed him back, matching his frenzied intensity. This wasn’t tender, wasn’t soft or coaxing. This was brutal, carnal. I didn’t have time to think about where this had come from, why a man who pretty much hated me had suddenly pounced. I could barely think at all. Him, his touch, his strong body against mine was what saturated my senses and consumed my mind.
He slammed me against a wall; I moaned into his mouth and circled my leg around his hip, yanking his body closer to mine. One of his hands groped my ass, kneading it, pressing my core against his hard length. The other cupped my breast roughly, tweaking my nipple through the material of my dress.
His mouth was suddenly gone from mine and he pulled my dress down roughly, the cup of my bra going with it. His mouth was on my bare skin, sucking my nipple, grazing it with his teeth.
I cried out, cupping his head with my hands. My clit pulsed and pressure built between my legs. If he kept this up I was going to come purely from his mouth on my nipple.
“Zane,” I moaned, needing him inside me.
Cool air tickled my breast as his mouth left it.
Furious black eyes met mine and his stare was animal need mixed with human fury. “Shut the fuck up,” he commanded roughly, almost cruelly.
The harsh, cold command did not dampen the white hot arousal coursing through every part of me; it only made me burn hotter, caused my panties to dampen even further.
His mouth latched onto mine with even more fury than before; his callused hands yanked up my dress, ripping at my panties. I barely registered him tearing at the flimsy lace. I was too busy frantically fumbling with his jeans, desperate to yank them off so I could get his hard length inside me. I felt like I was going insane with need. He growled in my mouth as I slipped my hand in, making contact with his pulsing cock. My hands lost their purchase as he pushed them out of the way so he could free himself fully.
Without warning he was there, inside me, filling me. I gasped at the intrusion, and at the lightning bolt of pleasure that came with his touch. Zane’s grip tightened on my ass as he lifted me and slammed me against the wall once more, my legs wrapping around his hips. Another hand moved to circle my neck tightly and his forehead crashed against mine, his mouth inches away.
I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his black eyes that were burning with hunger, need, danger. Our gazes stayed locked together as he began to pound into me. I cried out as he brutally fucked me against the wall, loving every second. My nails raked against his bare back, his hiss of pleasure as I broke the skin bringing me closer to the brink.
“Harder,” I rasped, feeling out of my mind, needing the rough friction of our coupling to be even more brutal.
His hand tightened on my neck, bordering on pain, but dancing gloriously on the line of pleasure. “No. fucking. talking,” he growled in between thrusts.
He ensured my silence by capturing my mouth once more, brutally matching his kiss to the frenzied thrusts slamming me against the wall, and building me up for what I knew would be the most intense orgasm of my life. I bit his lip roughly and dug my nails into his back once more. I felt like a woman possessed.
Suddenly my orgasm overwhelmed me and I failed to restrain my scream as I shattered into a thousand pieces while Zane kept pounding. Every brutal stroke seemed to take me further into oblivion.
My pussy clenched around him as I reached the peak of my climax. He grunted his own release and I felt him empty into me.
I struggled to regain my grasp on reality, breathing heavily. My legs were still locked around Zane’s hips, my hands clinging to his back. I was worried he was the only thing stopping me from melting into a sex-induced stupor.
His hand was still firm at my neck, the other biting into my ass in a way that I knew would leave a mark.
I opened my eyes slowly, regaining some sense of equilibrium. Zane was staring at me. No, not staring at me, but into me. His gaze seemed to sear my soul, as if he had fucked me bare, right down to the core of me. He could see everything. His expression was strange. Searching, somehow reverent.
In an instant, as if a switch had flicked, it turned blank. Everything wiped from those eyes and a cold fury returned. He pulled out of me quickly and set me on shaky legs. I felt him seep out of me.
Holy fuck. No condom.
I didn’t have time to evaluate all of the issues this presented, since a rough voice cut through my thoughts like a blade.
“Get out,” he commanded.
I blinked, trying to right my disheveled clothes.
“What?” I asked weakly. We had just had sex, literally seconds ago. No, it wasn’t sex. It was fucking. Pure, unadulterated, raw and carnal fucking. But still. He had just been inside me, his cum was literally dripping down my leg. He couldn’t possibly be kicking me out. We needed to talk about this. Actually, we needed to have some sort of conversation. I didn’t think we’d actually done that since I’d met him. We needed to converse and he needed to emit more than two syllables so I didn’t feel like a dirty slut who just had sex with someone who she hadn’t even heard utter a full sentence.