"You argue with me too!"
"Because you're stubborn." Another slap, harder this time. "And infuriating."
"So are you!"
He spreads my legs with his knees, positions himself behind me. I can feel the head of him pressing against my entrance, hot and hard. "And we're going to fuck like we're both furious. Because we are."
"Fine, fuck me then.”
Please. I beg inwardly, Ineed this.
“Oh, I will.” He pushes inside in one brutal thrust that drives the air from my lungs.
We both groan at the sensation. The angle is different like this, deeper, almost overwhelming.
"Fuck," he breathes, his fingers digging into my hips. "You're so wet. You like fighting with me, don't you?"
"Shut up." I whimper, pleasure carousing through me.
"You do. You like it when I get rough." He pulls out almost completely, then slams back in. "When I don't hold back.
I push back against him, meeting his thrusts with my own force. If he wants rough, I'll give him rough. I'm not some delicate thing to be handled carefully. I can take everything he's got.
The angle is deep, almost too much, riding that perfect line between pleasure and pain. He's hitting places inside me that make me see stars, make my vision blur at the edges. One hand grips my hip hard enough that I know there will be bruises tomorrow. The other slides into my hair, fisting it, pulling my head back until my spine arches.
"Who do you belong to?" he demands, his voice ragged.
"No one."
He pulls my hair harder, the sharp tug making my scalp tingle. "Try again."
"I belong to myself!”
"Stubborn woman." He reaches around with his free hand, finds my clit with unerring accuracy. "Let's see how long you maintain that independence when I make you come."
"I'm not going to..."
"Yes, you are." His fingers work magic, circling and pressing while he keeps up the brutal pace inside me. "You're going to come on my cock while I'm buried inside you, and you're going to scream my name."
"You're so fucking arrogant..."
"And you're so close." He can feel it, the way I'm tightening around him, the way my breathing has gone ragged and desperate. "Stop fighting it."
"No."
"Aurora." His voice drops to that dangerous register that makes me shiver. "Come. Now."
The orgasm hits me like a freight train, sudden and devastating. I do scream his name, can't help it, my whole body shaking with the force of it. Every muscle locks up, and I'm trembling uncontrollably.
"That's it," he groans, never slowing his pace. "Fuck, that's perfect."
He keeps moving, chasing his own release while I'm still caught in the aftershocks. I'm oversensitive now, whimpering with each thrust, but he doesn't stop. Doesn't slow down. Just keeps driving into me with single-minded determination.
"Axel, I can't..."
"Yes, you can. Give me one more."
"I can't..."