The rest of my anger leaves me as the gravity of his sacrifice seeps in, and I grip his face in my hands. Furious, he jerks away from my touch.
“You have me,” I assure him as I grip him more firmly and his eyes dart away. I press a kiss to his jaw, his throat as he swallows repeatedly, vibrating with rage. Gripping his shirt, I push off on my toes and lick along his throat. “You’ll have my trust. You’ll have my devotion. You’ll have all of me.”
“Love isn’t going to save us,” he snaps.
“Maybe not. But love and trust are the only things capable of saving you and me. You have to trust me, Tobias.”
He curses, a caged bull, as I do my best to soothe his anger, pressing my body against his while sliding my hand between us up and down his chest before gripping his erection. He grips my wrist to stop me, making me wince, his fire-filled eyes scathing as he batters me with a look.
“Tobias, you have me,” I murmur as I press in. He jerks his chin in refusal and steps away, putting space—I refuse—between us.
Intent, I step forward, hands roaming as he looks down at me with nothing but disdain, and I feel the line thinning between love and hate as we edge along it. But I know this edge, we’ve ridden it before, and I know what wins with us, what will always win.
His eyes roam my skin, his breaths coming faster as his anger festers and familiar, potent need spikes between us.
“Damn you,” he grits out, his voice growing thick with fury as he slaps my hands away, his eyes smoldering with the promise of delivering a different kind of hell.
Stepping back, he shrugs out of his cardigan, his eyes licking heat down my body before the sweater falls to the floor. He fists his T-shirt, the hem sliding up his chiseled torso before he tosses it onto the pile. Amber eyes blazing, he toes off his boots and unzips his jeans, and I watch, entranced by the sight of him as he discards them along with his boxer and socks. His cock bobs heavily between us as my mouth waters at the sight of it. Naked and panting, we take the other in, souls bared, hearts raw. Within my next breath he pins me, denying my kiss and again facing me toward the couch before he lifts my knees to rest on the thick edge.
Slowly and painfully fisting my hair, he glides his free palm down my stomach tucking two fingers between my legs as a low moan escapes me. A groan escapes his chest at my back when he feels how slick I am before he begins to fuck me ruthlessly with his fingers. Gasping with the sting of a bite, I spread my legs wider as more wetness gathers at my core.
“You hate me? Maybe I hate you, too,” his whisper is venomous, and I shudder with the arrival of a threatening orgasm as he pulls his fingers away from me. This is punishment for my win, and I’m all too ready for it.
“Then hate me.”
He grips my ass with his roaming hand, spreading me as his erection brushes between my cheeks and tension coils in my belly. From behind, his fingers again plunge into the wet heat gathered at my center, a pained groan leaving his throat as he stretches me further, my heart rate skyrocketing as my clit throbs in anticipation. He slides a palm up my back before snaking it around my throat and squeezing, my back arching with the movement as he pushes the tip of his cock into me, drawing the back of my head to his chest until our eyes connect and he’s glaring at me from above. The second we lock into place, he drives into me completely, and my body goes taut with the invasion as his eyes close.
“Putain.” Fuck.
Within the first few thrusts, I tighten around him and start to come apart, my thighs shaking uncontrollably as his hand again tightens on my throat and his eyes flame open, his gaze unwavering as he peers down at me.
Invading.
Claiming.
Furious.
Gripping the back of his neck, I brace myself against him as he fucks me with punishing thrusts. His eyes flare as I stiffen in welcome, an orgasm unfurling throughout my limbs as he keeps our eyes locked and drives in, tearing through me.