forty-three

                                    

                                          
"SAY YOU'RE mine." Alex grunted in my ear from behind as his one brawny arm caged around my stomach, holding me on my knees properly and the other hand was wrapped around my throat, while he thrust inside me with everything he had with his energy. Stars shimmered behind my closed eye lids as my head spins with the buzzing pressure of pleasure.
"I am yours." I breathed out but my voice turned into a shameless moan when he sank his teeth on my ear, tugging on my earlobe, at the end sucking on it. 
"That's right, you fucking belong to me." He groaned, going as deep as possible, giving birth to shudders throughout my whole body. I clenched my walls around him, earning a gratified hissed from him, that did nothing but made my little arrogant self a bit proud. 
The slaps our skis echoed in the air, the smell of our sweat lingered in our senses as we kept going, forgetting about our twisted world that brought us here. I bite my lip so hard, it might draw blood, but fuck, that pain taste so delicious, almost want me to come with that pain. 
"Say it." His demand is my command. He likes it when I chant the poem of my heart. He likes it when I say my eyes dream of his. He likes it when I say, my skin always moans for his touch. He likes it when I say my soul cries for him. He likes it when I say those three words that changed everything between us.
"Gosh....Alex." I cried out when he picked up on his pace, turning my skin red while gripping my hip with viciousness. 
"As much as I like you screaming for me when I ram my cock inside the greedy pussy of yours, right now, it's not what I am asking for." He whispered with a seductive tone, running his hot tongue over the length of my neck, stopping behind my ear and sinking his teeth with a painful bite.
"Oh." I whimpered at the pain, clasping my eyes tightly.
"Ana, speak. Fucking talk to me." He grunted, as I could feel him shaking with anger and desperation. He hurled me on the sheet roughly, quickly turning me on my back, making me feel like a ragdoll. With his huge body and with that energy, my small one always submits. He entered inside me with a strong thrust, instantly earning a scream of pleasure from me. I grabbed his face, attached our lips, and I feasted on his lips. 
"I love you." I whispered, licking his lips with my tongue and again practically swallowing his lips in my mouth. 
His pace went berserk, lunatic and restless, as if he was up to proofing something. He gets riled up in a lurid way, whenever I say I love him. He practically didn't let me get out of bed, the day we unveiled our past to each other. He drew tattoos of kisses and marks of his ownership over me on my skin. He made me limp. I winched with every step and felt his dominating existence with every string of pain.
Our sex became intense nowadays. More like it became aggressive from his side. He doesn't let go of any chance of him touching me. It doesn't matter where the place is. A few days ago we were on a date. I had to run a quick visit to washroom but I ended being fucked by him against the wall of that washroom. He paid a bunch of money to the manager of the restaurant, not allowing anyone to let in when we were inside. 
He ripped my dress, smeared my lipstick, left bruises on my hip and marks of his teeth on my neck. I nearly had an emotional breakdown when we walked out of the place, because I looked like a mess. Anyone could say just by glancing at my way that I was freshly fucked by him, like a dirty whore. But the most twisted shit is, I liked the thrill, the rush, the sensation that burst inside me. It felt like I have been waiting to be doomed that way for a long time.
"There is no going back, Anastasia Mason. I am going to curve my name in your heart. Every time you think about taking back those words, I am gonna make you pay. You are fucking mine. You let another man come near you, I will burn him in front of you." The roar of his promises straight pierced like an arrow through my heart. He was talking about curving his name but here my heart was on knees for him. Alex has this ritual or should I name it as an obsession over saying dominating and possessive words to me, making me answer or repeat them.