Page 114 of Condemned By Pain
Our lips separate only briefly as I lay her down, shift over her, support myself on my elbows, and continue kissing her. I can’t let her go. I can’t want her less. I want more. More contact. There can’t be even a whisper of space between her body and mine. Between her heart and mine. Her soul and mine.
I need to possess this woman, who possesses me so completely, so violently, that there’s nothing left of me to call my own.
I catch the hem of her sweatshirt and push it up. I shift upward. She lifts her head, refusing to break the kiss, then falls back—breathless, flushed, beautiful. I pull the sweatshirt over her head and toss it aside. Her breasts are bare to my gaze.
“So fucking beautiful.”
I cover them with my palms, squeezing. She moans. I roll her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, gently at first, then with more pressure. She claps a hand over her mouth to stifle the sound.
“Don’t, Princess.” I utter softly against her neck. “I need to hear this melody, too.”
I press my lips to her soft skin, and she tilts her head to the side, offering more. I trail kisses up the column of her throat, all the way to her earlobe.
I leave her breasts, her neck, and move lower. I hook my fingers into the waistband of her joggers and pull. A white lace panty covers her. I pull that down, too. My mouth waters at the sight of her glistening pussy.
“Can you—” She swallows. “Can you be quick?” Her voice is a shaky exhale.
I shift off the bed, kick off my shoes, and strip away my socks, my pants, and my briefs. She gulps, her eyes dropping to my cock. Her lips part. I move over her again, covering her mouth—swollen, pink, parted—with another hungry kiss.She locks her arms around my neck and parts her legs. I settle between them, pushing them wider.
I shift up, take myself in hand, and drag the length of me through her slick heat. The tip coats itself in her warm juices. Every time I brush against that tight bud at her apex, she shudders, a broken sound falling from her lips.
I press the head of my cock against her entrance.
“Push it in.” The words come out on a shiver.
I push the tip inside. Her wetness welcomes me, but she’s so tight. I lower my face to hers and push deeper.
Her face scrunches.
“Push it deeper. All at once.”
I do. She cries out, her body trembling like a leaf. Tears slip from the corners of her eyes. And I freeze.
The memory pulls me into my mind, away from reality.
She’s crying in pain, her face streaked with tears. I’m in pain too—so much pain. The longer he moves inside me, the worse it gets. I’m crying, begging him to stop. They laugh. But he leaves me lying there on my stomach. The wounds on my chest burn, but it’s nothing compared to the other pain.
She’s still crying—two men are torturing her. I shout at them to stop. Alberto comes at me again and slaps me. He pins me to the floor, and the pain returns.
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“Salvario.” I call his name louder, patting his cheek.
He’s muttering in Italian between sobs. One of them sounds like please. The rest I can’t grasp. His whole body tremors. His face contorts, as if he’s trapped in unbearable pain.
“Salvario. Please open your eyes.” I whisper it against his skin, my tears falling onto his face.
“Salvario.” I cry as I shake him. “Open your eyes, please. You’re frightening me.”
His breathing is failing—he’s suffocating. Panic surges through me. I scramble off the bed and bolt for the bathroom. I scan for something to hold water. Nothing.
My eyes land on a towel. I grab it, soak it under the tap, and sprint back to him. I squeeze the water from it onto his neck. It works. His eyes snap open, and he sits up abruptly.
I drop the towel on the floor and climb back onto the bed, wrapping myself around him. I press my naked front to his clothed chest, needing to feel him breathe.
“I was so scared.” The words muffle against his shoulder, wet and broken.
He hugs me back, pulls me onto his lap, and buries his face in my neck. He doesn’t speak. He just holds me like that until the shaking stops.
