Chapter 25

Destiny

I bite down on my lip to keep from screaming when he sucks my clit into his mouth, he's barely touched me and I can already feel my orgasm cresting. I try to fight it off, frightened that when it does crash into me I'll see Koda between my legs and not Taylan. He pushes a single finger inside me and I lose the fight to remain silent, I moan so loud. His tongue matches the tempo of his finger, the rhythm is punishing.

"I can't," I cry out when I feel my orgasm wanting to break me in half.

"Eyes on me, baby, I got you," he reassures me, then sucks on my clit again. I lock my gaze onto his and trust that he will put me back together again if I break a part. Unable to stave it off any longer, the orgasm tears through me with such power that it robs me of breath for a second before a gut wrenching scream works its way out of me. I scrunch my eyes shut and throw my head back as the aftershocks take control of my body as he slowly works me down, lapping at my clit gently and easing his finger out.

I flop back against the bed panting and watch him rid himself of his shirt and pants. The second he pushes his boxers down his legs, his cock smacks against his abs, thick and hard. My mouth waters at the sight of it, knowing I'll get to taste him shortly. He crawls up my body and uses his weight to pin me in place, his lips hover above mine.

"Taste yourself on my tongue," he orders. I close the sliver of space between us and kiss him. The instant his tongue intertwines with mine I moan, loving the way I taste on him but it's missing his cum and I need to taste us both together, one more time. He deepens the kiss as he lines himself up with my entrance. I feel his head press against my opening and my breathing turns erratic as excitement thrums to life inside me.

I break the kiss and stare up at him, emotions so strong slam into me. "I love you," I whisper. I thought he would be shocked at my declaration but no, all I see is pity in his beautiful eyes. I refuse to allow him to withdraw inside himself so I press on. "I need you to make love to me, just this once. I need you to do this for me, Tay Tay, so I can let you go." I hear the pain in my own voice. He closes his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath and then slowly pushes inside me as he blinks his eyes open and presses his forehead against mine.

"You have me," he says against my lips as he buries himself inside me. We both cry at the feeling of being joined once again. Fuck, he stretches me perfectly. The burn of having him inside me again after so many weeks slowly eases as he begins to move inside me, while keeping his gaze locked on mine the entire time. This feels different compared to all the other times we've slept together, we're letting our bodies say what our mouths can't.

Pain and pleasure begin to burn inside my chest. I want the pleasure to outweigh the pain but it can't because the pain inside me will always be present, knowing I can never have him. I would give anything for this to be a Disney movie where the girl gets the guy but it isn't a movie, this is real life and sometimes you have to lose.

It's better to have tasted love for a fleeting moment then to die never knowing.

"Taylan," I grit out through clenched teeth.

He rests his elbows on either side of my head and pulls almost all the way out before slamming inside me again.

"You wanted slow, soft and vanilla."

"What?" I gasp out around his next thrust.

"We don't do soft, we do hard, feral, all-consuming sex. Your pussy is punishing you for denying it what it really wants."

"What does it want?" I gasp out as he skims that sweet spot inside me.

"It wants me to fuck it like a starved man. You can't come because you don't really want me to fuck you this way, you want me to own you, consume and use you, don't you, baby?" I'm ashamed to admit that his dirty promise has my pussy growing wetter at the thought of him slamming into me so hard that I'll feel the ghost of him between my legs for days.

"Own me." His eyes blaze. "Consume me." He stops moving. "Use me then make me come so fucking hard on that cock, then come inside this pussy so you can suck it out and spit it in my mouth."

Unbridled need unfurls in his eyes as he pulls out of me, flips me onto my stomach and grabs my hips, forcing me to my knees.

"This what you want?" he snarls as he slams inside me without warning. I cry out and slip forward. He grips my waist in a bruising hold as he fucks me. Fuck, this right here is what I needed —I thought making love would be special but I was dead wrong. Him dominating me and using my body for his pleasure is what I need. I can already feel my pussy clenching around his cock, I'm two seconds away from coming. "You take my cock so fucking good. baby."

"Taylan, I'm gonna come," I scream out, his next thrust sending me hurtling over the cliff. I come so fucking hard I almost black out, my throat hoarse from screaming but he isn't one to be deterred. He gives zero fucks that my body is still trembling from that release or that my body is about to give out.

"Don't you fucking dare," he snarls when I try to shift forward. He yanks me back onto his cock, drawing a sharp cry from me. "This is me owning you, now fucking take it and come on my cock, I want to taste that cum." Fuck, his words must possess magic powers because I can already feel heat pooling in my belly as it tries to obey its master. "Give it to me, Slayer," he roars over the sound of skin slapping against skin. Without warning a wave of pleasure slams into me, robbing me of air. I scream his name so loud that the rooms surrounding us would have heard. "Destiny!" he cries out when he follows me over the cliff of pleasure. He has barely finished coming before he pulls out of me and twists around so his face is between my legs. He grabs my waist and pulls me down onto his waiting tongue. I stare down at him between my legs moaning when his eyes turn hazy as he sucks our releases out of me.

I push his hands away and slide down his body before sealing my lips to his and swallowing every last ounce of cum he spits into my mouth, moaning the entire time. Fuck, tasting both our releases together is a taste I have begun to crave.

I break the kiss and roll off him with my head resting on his arm, both of us breathing frantically like we have just ran a marathon.

"That was incredible," I mutter.

"I told you I was good." I smack him playfully on the chest as we both laugh. All too soon the sound dies down and the heat of the moment passes, bathing us in a tension-filled silence. I'm trying to delay the inevitable when I throw my leg over his and wrap my around over his stomach, trying to hold him here. I rest my ear against his heart, listening to it beat and fooling myself into thinking that it beats for me.

I don't want this moment to end.

To my surprise, he begins trailing his fingers through my hair. I sigh in contentment, loving the feeling of him touching me again. I didn't realize how lonely I have felt these past few weeks without him until now. I close my eyes and savor this moment because when he does leave it is going to destroy me.

"How did you get into my room?" I ask.

"I have my ways." I roll my eyes, he's such an asshole.

"Do you regret coming here?" I hold my breath, waiting to hear his reply, while his heart still beats the same rhythm, offering me some comfort.

"No. I should but I can't regret a single moment with you." I shift and rest my hands under my chin on his chest and look at him.

"Why should you regret it?"

His brows draw in and a flicker of regret flashes in his eyes. "Because I shouldn't have touched you, not touching you meant you wouldn't be hurt when I walk out that door." His honesty is refreshing but it doesn't stop it from stinging to hear him say that.

"Would you have ever come to me without that bet you made with Kimber?"

He mulls my words over for a second before nodding once. "Yes."

"Why?"

"You were a challenge, you didn't drop to your knees and beg me to notice you. You brushed me off and acted like I was an annoying bug you couldn't get rid of and that attracted me to you instantly. I had to have you."

"You have me now, why can't that be enough?" I beg. All emotion melts off his face and is replaced with an emotionless mask. He shifts, forcing me off him as he climbs off the bed. I clutch the sheet to my chest to hide my nakedness, as I sit here with my stomach in my throat and watch him pull his clothes on as I fight back tears. Once he has his shirt and pants on he reclaims the seat he was in when I woke up and begins putting his shoes on.

I want to say more but I can't, twice now I have tried to make him stay but he still leaves. I refuse to be that girl who begs the guy she loves to stay when he doesn't want to, so I climb off the bed and snatch some tights and a shirt from my suitcase, fuck panties and a bra. I pull my trainers out of my duffle bag near the end of the bed and pull them on, keeping my back to him the entire time even though I can feel his eyes burning into the back of my head. I snatch my hair clip off the side table and pile my hair on top of my head. I steel my spine and slip my own mask into place before I turn and face him, he looks confused but I refuse to dwell on that.

"When you leave, don't come back." He opens his mouth but I push on. "I won't have you fucking with my head, I'm already messed up from everything and I don't need you adding to that." He rests his forearms on the tops of his thighs and hangs his head. "I'm going to let you go." He snaps his head up and looks perplexed and slightly hurt.

Fuck. Him!

"What if I don't want you to?" His words have me wanting to crumble but I refuse to allow him to have that power over me.

"If you meant that, then you wouldn't be running away right now, you would stay and prove to me you mean what you say."

"I want to mean them?—"

I raise my hand, cutting off his bullshit. "No, you don't. I may be the Havoc Slayer but I am not the slayer of your demons, you have to be the one to do that. I'm going to walk out that door and out of your life for the last time." Pain blooms to life in his eyes. I force myself not to succumb to the need to comfort him. "I meant what I said, Taylan. I do love you but not enough to be someone you can visit and fuck when you feel like it. Find a way to conquer your fear, you are not your mother."

It takes every ounce of strength I possess to walk out of that room and leave him behind. I fight back the tears as I make my way to the elevators. I need to hit the gym and take out my frustrations there before I destroy my hotel room. Pain is radiating inside my chest but I refuse to allow it to consume me, I'll channel it and use it to help me win this fight against Tiana.