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"fuck me like you hate me, kiss me like you miss me"

- Jeremih

Her lips reluctantly left his.

"I don't know what it is."

He kissed her once more, becoming intoxicated on the substance that had him addicted. She had only been gone for 4 hours, yet he found himself searching for her taste. Her lips drove him into obsession and Damien was determined to find out why.

He backed up, his hand caressing her face. A furrow settled between his brows. His eyes searched her for an answer. For a solution to his recently-discovered addiction.

But there was no solution. No one or no thing causes the same euphoria. Nothing compared to the ecstasy that her lips elicted. There was no drug or liquor that made him feel the same way. That made his veins rush, his skin awake, his body a rising fire.

His thumb pressed against her lips. They'd been kissed raw, until they bruised.

"It's just a fucking kiss." He laughed at himself. At his own stupidity.

Elana's hands dragged down his shirt. Her fingers pulled on the hem of the fabric. He took the hint and started removing his shirt.

Elana followed, her shirt pooling on the floor beside her. Damien reached behind her and unclasped her bra.

His mouth was on her neck as he blindly unzipped the back of her tennis skirt. It dropped to the ground and Elana stepped out of it.

She backed him up onto the bed, forcing him to sit. She climbed on top of his lap, her knees bending on either side of him. Her hands rummaged through his hair as their lips molded together.

Her fingers played with the knotted strings of his sweatpants. Her hips grinded on his lap in a way that made Damien groan. His arms slithered around her body and settled on the rounds of her ass.

Her face backed away, breathing hard. His lips now just a tingle on hers.

"What the fuck is going on? I hate you." She questioned, mostly to herself. Her hands settled on his broad shoulders.

"I never hated you." He smirked. "Though, right now, I'm gonna fuck you like I do."

Elana gasped when they were flipped around. Damien's arms on either side of her as he hovered over her nude body.

He collected both of her wrists into one large hand, pinning them over head. His other hand assisted in pulling down his pants, his boxers.

Elana wasn't expecting him to slap her breast. She gasped as he did. He repeated that action and the sting it left behind felt so good.

The tip of his dick nudged the inside of her thighs, influencing her impatience.

"I'm gonna fuck you like I've always hated you." He pushed both of her knees to her shoulders and she held them there. His hand slapped the underside of her thigh, drawing a whimper from her pretty mouth.

"Like you mean nothing to me." His hand came down on her pussy. A wet slap resounding through the room.

And Elana loved it. She never expected herself to love it, especially with Damien. But here she was, so close to begging him for more.

"Like all you are is a worthless slut."

He clutched her throat, that sweet pressure. He aligned himself with her before slamming in. No warning, no preparation, no anything.

Elana's back arched as she cried out. Grateful that she was already wet enough.

Damien's expression was a rage of desire. A different hunger to satisfy her. To fuck her into the mattress until she lacked the ability to walk.

And that is just what he did.

His pace was never slow. He rammed into her, making her cry out in the sweetest way. Her eyes brimmed with hot tears, spilling onto her cheeks.

She would've muffled her moans, except her hands were bound by his. He had done that on purpose, with the knowledge that he'd be ruining her.

Their skin slapped to a surreal rhythm. Feeling just how fast he was going. Just how hard, deep, rough he was going. How he reached that good spot inside of her with every stroke.

Elana's body writhed. Squirming to get away from the intense sensations.

"Fuck, Damien! Slow down," She pleaded but Damien acted oblivious.

Her moans fueled him further. The way her tits bounced, her body hitching up the mattress.

His moans had the same effect on her. It felt so good to the point where he started to mewl. Fucking mewl.

"Holy shit, Elana." He groaned. "You feel so good," Her only response was a string of curses.

Her orgasm came abruptly. It was the best, most mind-blowing orgasm she'd ever experienced. Her body convulsed before collapsing onto the mattress.

He continued fucking her through it, overwhelming her with the sensations. Her vision blurred. Her ability to think straight had vanished a while ago.

He pulled out just before coming, spurting onto her stomach. He would be lying if that wasn't the best sight.

*****
After sex, they showered together. The whole time Elana was trying to put space between them. She knew Damien would try to fuck her again and she was too sore for that.

Now, Elana sat on the office chair that came with the room. She wore nothing except Damien's shirt. The outline of her nipples visible through the thin material. Her wet hair soaked through his shirt.

Damien lay on his bed, scrolling on his phone.

She stared out the window. It was still pouring rain. The view outside was still the same as this morning.

She felt a comfort in Damien's presence she hadn't felt before. She was okay with the silence that enveloped them. She was okay with the desire to just stare at him (which she had been doing). She didn't feel the overwhelming hatred she'd felt before.

"Damien?" Her voice cut through the silence.

He dropped his phone. His eyes crawled over her body shamelessly. She looked so good in his shirt.

"Yeah, baby?"

She straightened her posture before speaking. The question had been crossing her mind since last night but she didn't dare to ask it out loud.

"This is just sex, right?"

She felt the change in Damien's gaze, the change in the air.

His lips formed into a weak smile. "Just sex." He affirmed.

Elana nodded once before averting her gaze back to the window.

"Why do you ask?"

She nibbled her bottom lip. "Just wondering."

But Damien wondered too because it was starting to feel like more.

*****