It's gonna hurt

It's gonna hurt
VINCE

Dr. Drake was being a dramatic ass when he turned on the blue light before leaving the room. But I'm suddenly glad he did. It kinda put me in the mood. Eased me up a bit.

Elena's sprawled on the bed. She's fucking vulnerable and I'm expected to take advantage of it. I've spent the last few minutes convincing myself that it's the right thing to do and somehow it's working. The idea feels less atrocious now than it did a few minutes ago.

I spent a few more minutes staring at her. Taking in every inch of her body. Refreshing my memory of her. Digging up the parts of her I might have forgotten. But there's no part of her that I forgot. How could I?

The long stare triggered an intense dopamine rush that prompted me to slowly start taking off my shirt.

I dumped it on the floor. Dumped my shoes too. And then my briefs. I climbed the bed with a hard dick and a racing heart.

My shaky hands finally touched her and I felt another deadly dopamine rush. My heart was thudding mercilessly fast as I began slowly taking off her clothes.

Every part of what I was doing ached. Seeing the bruises on her skin made me wanna die. The almost invisible bruise on her cheek was the icing on my agony. And then I was hit with an intense regret.

I shouldn't have let Declan leave here alive. I shouldn't have spared him. Not after he left her with these unsightly bruises.

I got to her bra and panties and I took a moment to savour the sight. She's always gonna be fucking gorgeous. She's always gonna have me needy and wrecked. She's always gonna be my undoing. Conscious or unconscious.

When I finally dared to completely strip her, my dick was fucking hard and dripping with precum.

I kissed her lips, softly. Again. And again. Feeling intoxicated by each kiss.

God, I want her to kiss me back. This one-sided shit isn't gonna do it for me. It's not gonna do it for me but I wanna kiss her some more.

So I kissed her cheek. I kissed the damn bruise and my heart clutched like I could literally feel the pain she felt when they hit her. When ‘he’ hit her.

I kissed her neck, down to her belly, and around her nipples, and then finally graced the two erect nipples with warm, gracious kisses.

The need to have her conscious made me put a stop to my hesitation and finally went for her wet core.

I cupped it, teased her clit with my fingers, and then spread her legs apart enough to settle between them.

I rubbed my precum over my dick, pumped it for a few seconds before slowly sliding into her. My whole body was pressed against hers. My hands were cupped around her head, caressing her hair, wetting her lips with kisses while slowly thrusting in and out of her.

A few more thrusts and she gave an inaudible moan. It aroused a maddening excitement in me. A terrific hunger that had me quickening my thrusts.

“Vince…” she moaned out a bit louder now.

“Baby.” I wasn't letting her lips be anytime soon. And when her lips moved, kissing me back, I lost the last ounce of gentleness in me.

I delved my tongue into her mouth, raiding it like I was looking for some hidden treasure. My thrusts didn't slow down either. She was moaning louder and louder at every thrust.

“God, I fucking missed you,” I confessed, between the hunger and the tears choking me. I missed her so badly. I don't even know how I survived it.

“I missed you too.” She confessed amidst her moans. “Fuck…Vince…” her lips were parted and her eyes were rolling.

I was grunting now, feeling the urge rising inside. The mate awakening. The primal hunger to claim your other half.

“Don't stop…”

“I couldn't even if I wanted to.” I breathed out. Our lips were grazing each other, but I wasn't kissing her anymore. We were both lost in the pleasure ripping us apart.
The intense, rhythmic skin-slapping sound in the room was the aftermath of my terrific thrusts and her very receptive pussy.

My internal engine completely revved to life and I found myself sniffing her up like a hungry dog, burying my face in the crook of her neck. Until I found it. The spot where I marked her before and had stitched it up.

It's gonna hurt her. Dr. Drake's words replayed in my head and it had me hesitating again. I don't wanna hurt her. Especially since it's my fault she's gonna feel this pain twice. If I hadn't ordered Dr. Drake to stitch her up…

I leaned up and found her looking me dead in the eyes.

“Do it.” She whispered, tears glistening in her eyes. She knows it's gonna hurt.

“It's gonna hurt you.” I caressed her hair and placed a softer kiss on her lips. “I don't wanna hurt you.”

“I'll be fine. Just do it.”

Suddenly, I wasn't feeling hesitant because of the thought of hurting her. It became about something else.

“I don't know if you recall, but…” It was hard to say. I didn't wanna shoot myself in the leg but at the same time, I needed to clear that up.

“I don't wanna recall. Just do it.”

“Elena, you know what I am. You saw me that night. I can't imagine how shocked you were.”

“Let's not talk about it.”

“No, we should. Because if I mark you again, there's no going back. And I'm gonna die if you suddenly get disgusted by me and ask for a rejection. I'm not gonna survive such heartbreak. So let's clear that up first.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“Say you don't care that I'm a rogue. Tell me you love me regardless. Don't ever look at me like I'm a filthy dog. Don't ever leave me. I'm begging you.”

She leaned up and kissed my lips. “I love you, Vince. I love you.”

I didn't mean for the tears to drop but they did. And when my head went to the spot again, there was zero hesitation on my part.

I dug my fangs into her skin just at the same time as we both hit a typhoonic orgasm. Her cries pierced through the roof. I bet everyone heard it.

She was convulsing and squirming. I held her together, with a shattered heart. I was kicking myself inwardly, apologizing unendingly even though she looked too in pain to even acknowledge my apologies.

Eventually, she settled but then she blacked out again. I lay next to her, cocooning her in a tight embrace, while the night breezed past us.