Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

Rolling her onto her stomach and holding her down as I lift the back of her robe and pry open her
legs, I inform her, “I don’t care.”
It’s true in the moment. I want her to eventually warm up to me, but right now I’ve been without
her for too long. I just want to feel her wet heat around my bare cock, no matter the cost.
She puts up a fight as I try to get my cock inside her, thrashing wildly as if it’s even possible for
that to accomplish anything. All it does is make me rougher. I hold her face down against the pillow
until she’s gasping for breath.
I grip a fistful of her hair like the horn of a saddle as I ease my cock into her tight, resisting heat.
She groans with frustration, but my moan is all spine-tingling pleasure as I lose myself in her lovely
body.
Once I’m buried inside her, some of the fight goes out of her. I don’t trust her to stop entirely
given the mood she’s in tonight, so I let go of her hair and pull her wrists behind her back. I secure
them with one hand so I can hold her hip with the other while I find a steady rhythm driving into her
pussy.
She refuses to participate, but I don’t mind at all. The pleasure still builds and builds as I hold
her thighs apart and thrust into her hot little body again and again. She tries to be as still as a corpse,
but she breaks now and then to shove my hand away when I try to touch her clit and make it good for
her, too.
Taking the hint, I stop trying to pleasure her and use her body brutally like the monster she
accused me of being earlier tonight.
When I’m done with her and my cum is dripping from between her lovely thighs, she lays there
on her stomach, dead silent. She tries to be, anyway. I hear her sniffle a couple of times and realize
she might be crying.
“Are you all right?” I ask.
“Like you care,” she says lowly.
“Of course I care,” I assure her, dragging her back against me and absently kissing the side of her
head. “Broken toys are much less fun to play with.”
Not appreciating my taunt, she shoves at me and scoots away, curling up with her back to me at
the edge of the bed.
I don’t like that at all, but just for tonight, I’ll give her some space.