Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

in the floor. “Oh, God, yes. Right there.”
Wrapping my hand around her throat, I pull her up so she’s forced to
make eye contact with me as I drive into her. “Do you feel that? How
perfectly we fit together? That’s real, Elena. I can’t fucking fake it, and
neither can you.”
She nods, frenzied, lifting to press her mouth against mine in a searing,
soul-sucking kiss.
The intensity of it makes my stomach flip, and I frown, my rhythm
stuttering. Yanking back, I squeeze the sides of her throat. “Don’t kiss me
like this is goodbye.”
Staring into my eyes, she doesn’t respond, and that uneasy feeling
collapses into something bitter, a chasm of despair I convinced myself wasn’t
coming.
“Make me come,” she says woodenly, such a stark contrast from the
writhing, moaning woman from seconds ago that I get whiplash.
My fingers tighten around her, irritation sparking something hot and
furious inside me.
“Fine,” I say, renewing my thrusts until I can hear the wet slapping of our
skin together above the din of the music below.
Even as it crescendos, swelling like the orgasm I can feel building inside
of her, that’s what I hear. My skin prickles, knowing everyone else can
probably hear it too—or, at least, her family in the box beside us.
“But don’t say I ruined you when we know damn well it’s the other way
around.”
She grunts, threading her fingers through mine, increasing the pressure on
her neck. “How did I ruin you?”
“You consumed me from the moment you approached me at that cocktail
party years ago. I’ve not even thought about another woman since.” I’m
close, so fucking close, my hips picking up speed as release barrels through
me. “Now, be a good little bitch and come for your husband.”
I groan, watching her vision slacken, knowing she’s drifting out of
consciousness. The way she so willingly grants me control over her life, over
the very base act of breathing, damn near sends me over the edge as I watch
her face redden and eyes go dark.
I release her the second her pussy clamps down around me, tightening
almost to the point of pain, gulping down the strained gasp that falls from her
lips.