Free Unholy: The Unholys MC by Ellen Harper Page A

there would be bruises later, purple and blue and yellow handprints where he’d used the indentation of my hip bones like handles so that he could find a new angle or dive into me even deeper than before.
     
    He never let me back from the wall. He needed the leverage and the power to thrust into me with abandon, the sounds our bodies making as they came together a mix of sensual and violent.
     
    Finally, his hands found my breasts, reaching up beneath my tight shirt until I heard a seam tear across the bottom. He fondled them, pinching and pulling and massaging. He pressed his face into the side of my neck, nibbling and kissing and worrying at it. He thrust into me again, bottoming out, and grunted against my skin. His hot breath whispered, “Fuck. You’re soft, you’re sweet, and I have to do it, baby. I have to fuck you like this.”
     
    It was the only explanation I would get tonight, but that was okay. I understood what this was about just like I understood that it didn’t mean he loved me any less than before.
     
    He plunged himself inside of me, burying his length so deep that our hips pressed together and my body felt like all there could ever be was him. My skin was flushed with heat, sticky with sweat and a rosy red color that made me look like I’d been left too close to the fire. Johnny wasn’t much better. Sweat dotted his forehead and passion burned in his eyes along with something else, something darker. His lips pressed fire into my skin and his hands trailed it along my body. My lingering shirt did nothing to protect me from the inferno that was threatening to engulf me at any minute.
     
    “Oh, Johnny!”
     
    I cried out his name and begged, begged to find the end of this fire, wherever that might be. I didn’t care if I came, but I needed him to. I needed him to find some sort of relief in the depths of my body so that I could have him back, because whatever uncertainty I was feeling, there was no doubting that I needed him.
     
    He let out a loud, low groan that told me he was close. His thrusts became quicker, more urgent as he built up higher towards that final explosion. The slick sounds of our embrace became more and more intense, until finally he used his whole body to hold me tightly against the wall and pressed his long cock inside me until there was no room left.
     
    He bit me on the neck, hard, when he finally came. I felt him pulse inside me, throbbing and aching for long moments until he was finally spent. When he was done, he didn’t release me right away, but allowed for both of our bodies to slide down the wall to the floor. I straddled his lap as his cock grew soft within me and eventually slipped out.
     
    I held him, because I wanted him to feel this softness for a little while longer. I stroked my fingers through his hair. He didn’t move, didn’t say anything for a long time, and I wondered why we couldn’t have moments like this without the darkness that had pushed him to need it.
     
    Why couldn’t we exist like this outside of the fear that came with this life?
     
    I didn’t know, but I knew that there were a thousand more nights like this one waiting for me. For us. There would always be someone else coming for Johnny, some new enemy. There would always be some night that drove Johnny to do devastating, haunting things like tonight had.
     
    I hated it, but that was how it would always be so long as we were here, like this.
     
    Eventually, Johnny pulled himself from his stupor and helped me up off the floor. He murmured sweet things to me that were sort of apologies, but not really. He wasn’t sorry for the things he enjoyed doing to me any more than I was, but he never wanted it to reach past that to real pain. It didn’t, but I appreciated his worry over it anyway.
     
    We undressed the rest of the way and rinsed off quickly, washing the sweat and stickiness from our bodies, before crawling in to sleep off what was left of the night. As I lay there in bed