THE CONTROL: An Arranged Marriage Romance by Elena Monroe (ebook reader android .txt) 📕

up until my lips found his jawline and laid down kiss after kiss. My fingertips scratched down his torso, his abs, his silent pain killing me more than if I were to hear it.

We absorbed each other’s pain and fed it to our demons to build more of our Hell. 

“How many times did he…” he couldn’t even say it.

“It feels like too many, but I don’t know…”

My kisses rounded his neck and trailed down to his chest as his hand on the small of my back slid down to my ass. He didn’t grope me or even close his hand, yet it was the right amount.

Our mouths found each other again, opening for more, and my body felt so warm flush against his chest, I swore I could break out in a sweat.

“Eve, fuck,” his voice was strained, and we were both breathing heavily. “I don’t wanna hurt you again because I’m hurting.”

My aroused body pulsed as my tongue licked up his throat to his chin. “You could never hurt me, Bowey. I promise.” I felt his knuckles brush my inner thigh when I looked down to see his hand wrapping around himself.

I was seriously jealous of his hand.

Slipping back onto the ledge, I opened my legs wide, letting him look at me as he came closer before settling between my legs. Letting my hips relax, I felt him slip inside me on an exhale, sinking deeper and deeper as my body shook from the tension and satisfying fullness of him.

How could you feel so starved for someone while full of them?

Because no amount is enough.

His hand on my ass held me still while he thrust himself inside me as I clung onto him. I couldn’t help but whimper at how good he felt, bringing his eyes to mine. His breath rattled around his words as he held my jaw, rubbing his thumb across my lips before pressing a soft kiss onto them. “Is this okay? Are you okay?”

“It’s perfect, Bowey.” My words kissed his skin, and I could feel him letting go in a way he hadn’t yet. He wasn’t trying to be in control or even lose control; he was being overthrown into being himself.

Every time he thrusted inside me, I felt myself molding more to him; every curve of my pussy hugging him in a tight desperation that was begging for more of this Bowey.

“I still don’t know what I’m doing… You’re the only thing that feels familiar.” His lips kept grazing mine in wet kisses with our bodies flush as the water splashed over the sides of the tub. My hands on his biceps tightened when I felt him slip deeper, a kind of deeper I didn’t know I had.

“I don’t either.” My voice felt smaller than the strength I hoped it would show for him to keep going. I was drugged and raped—not exactly any skills required for that.

His hands grabbed at my skin, taking handfuls of me, keeping me close against his hip’s strides. He wasn’t pulling out to push back between my legs, but to bury himself deeper.

Bowen didn’t need to be a grave deep inside me for me to realize he was my future.

Sensing my muscles tensing, his hands grabbing my thigh and ass loosened. “Are you still okay? Am I hurting you?”

His eyes found mine before his hands cupped my face while I whispered, “No, I like how it feels. I like how you feel, Bowey. I can handle it.”

Already mentally praying he wouldn't stop, I arched my back driving my hips into his even though he was staying so still.

Still cupping my face, he spoke, “I can’t help myself with you. You feel too good to be true.”

Pressing his lips against mine, I moaned into him and opened my mouth right on top of his for his tongue to invade me too. Our mouths were hungry for more, yet our tongues were only moving in soft licks. Painfully soft compared to how he was filling me between my legs.

It was contradicting.

It was straddling the line between making love and having passionate sex.

It was us defining our own love.

Bowen’s tongue stopped chasing mine, but his grip remained tight, and with his hips kissing mine, I could feel his length jerk inside me. The feeling made me ravenous like it tempted to awaken all my sexual desires in record time. It was the push I wanted to give him so we would fall over the line into something people considered fucking.

Painfully raw, and so rough it leaves you satisfied to a point that it’s hard to contemplate wanting sex again. Giving someone the power to make you that satisfied is dangerous but there’s no one I trust more.

Wrapping my legs around his even tighter, my hands smoothed down his ribs while his hand kept my leg pinned against him. I felt myself slipping into ecstasy as his hand gripped the edge until his knuckles looked white, his face burying in the crook of my neck.

He beat me to the ecstasy part this time.

“I won’t break, Bowen. I’ll never break for anyone but you.”

Feeling his lips pepper kisses on my neck, his one hand on me got tighter when his hot moans spilled onto me along with the warmth between my legs.

Bowen stiffened against me, trying to catch his breath before his thumb lifted my chin. “I told you I can't help myself.” There was this mischievous tone to his voice as he lowered his fingers to my clit... like he knew this wasn’t over.

It wouldn’t be until I was satisfied too.

BOWEN

I was still holding Eve close long after I emptied myself inside her. I wasn’t keeping track, but I knew I was doing it enough times for it to be careless.