Hate me

Like he needs this every bit as much as I do. 

I close my eyes as a kaleidoscope of emotions pass through me and the friction between us builds, but he cups the back of my neck, demanding I look at him while I come. 

I hold his gaze as my second orgasm rips through me, this one even more intense than the first. 

A needy moan leaves me as I squeeze around him, giving him everything I have and holding nothing back. 

I thought love ended the day my dad died. That I’d never be capable of feeling that emotion for someone ever again. 

But I was wrong. 

Because it’s here between us—entangled in all our lies and ugly secrets. 

It grew, despite our hatred—because it was stronger than we were.  

And it will stay with us forever…like a scar that won’t ever heal.   

He licks the column of my throat before his teeth scrape my flesh. A deep groan rumbles out of him as he pumps one last time and spills inside of me. 

All I can do is hold on to him—tighter than I’ve ever held on to anything before—as he collapses on top of me. 

His eyes search mine as he sweeps my hair off my face, like he knows the words he wants to say, he just doesn’t know how to say them. 

But it’s okay, because I know he will one day. 

“I know,” I whisper as tears blur my vision. “I feel it, too.”