Hateful passion {Hollyoaks}

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Warren walked into the kitchen. He looked to Aimee and smiled. "You are rude you know."

"What? Why?"

"You left me in bed."

Aimee looked to him and grinned. "I couldn't sleep. Too much going on in my head," she said as she took a sip of her coffee.

Warren walked up behind her. He turned her to him, lifting her up by the back of her thighs when her arms wrapped around his neck and set her on the counter.

His lips found hers as she settled back on her elbows, traveling to her neck as his fingers bunched the scrap of material she'd donned as a shirt above her breast.

She felt his tongue tease her puckered peaks, lightly trailing over them enticing small hitches in her breathing.

His hand ventured lower, slowly circling her clit with each pass he made along her slit. His mouth engulfed her nipple, softly sucking as two fingers slid into her.

Aimee's hand instinctively nestled in his hair, watching both his mouth and fingers at work.

The visual along with his ministrations had her breathing labored and her hips grinding against his hand long before his thumb pressed against her clit.

His eyes shifting to meet hers sent her over the edge, her moan stifled by his lips covering hers again.

Her hand tugged at his hair when his fingers curled inside her, coaxing everything he could from her climax before gently easing her back down.

Aimee's chest was still heaving when he pulled her to her feet, spinning her so she faced away from him.

"Bend over the counter."

Her lip twitched at the fact that he hadn't asked, merely maneuvered her where he'd wanted her.

She knew the outfit consisting of his shirt and nothing else would lead to sex, his domineering side was a pleasant little bonus.

His thighs tickled the back of hers as she rested her elbows on the granite surface.

A hand quickly pushed her so her chest was flat against the counter, the other moving to lift his shirt she was wearing high enough to grant him access.

Aimee moaned as he filled her, lifting her slightly with each thrust.

"Fuck, Warren..." She grunted, her palms flat on the counter.

Warren pressed his lips to the area of her neck where it met her shoulder as his hands gripping over her shoulder, pulling her back to him with each thrust.

"Crap." Aimee panted. Her hands where white knuckling the edge of the counter as she gripped it to prevent her torso from sliding forward...

her toes barely touched the ground as it was and his thrust only served to lift her higher.

He'd pull almost all of him out of her, then slam back inside, one hand pushing her ass down ensuring he bottomed out.

Her breath was staggered but she could still hear his grunts behind her.

"Fuck..." She groaned as her body jerked against his, giving into her release.

Warrens arms wrapped tightly around her waist as he pulled her away from the counter, forcing her to brace herself with one arm around the back of his neck.

"Jesus. Fuck... Warren... I can't..." She panted, her free hand digging into one of his arms.

"You can." He purred, failing to relent in the force with which he was shoving into her.

He was stronger than a first glance made him appear, though she knew this, and relaxed into his vigorous pace.

There wasn't any reason to tire herself more than necessary and he was right, she could keep going.

At this point, other than the slightly uncomfortable position and how sore she knew she'd feel the next day, he was doing all the work.

"I can stop if you need," he said. His hips continued to thrust, but his statement was prompted by how limp Addie had become in his arms.

"Don't you fucking dare."

Warren smirked at how strained her voice sounded, somehow managing to increase his pace.

"Fuck..." Aimee hissed when her body shuddered against him again.

She would have doubled over if it hadn't been for his arms holding her in place.

Warren thrust a few more times before succumbing to his own release, grunting against the back of her neck.

He gently leaned her over the counter again, chuckling when her body sag against it. "Lift up baby." Her hips rose slightly allowing him to slip out of her.

Aimee attempted to stand, but her legs shook with her weight, dropping her into his arms again.

"Are you ok?"

She chuckled, but let him support her. "Yeah, my legs are just a little wobbly."

"Here..." Warren scooped her into his arms and carried her to the couch, settling in next to her once he'd pulled his trousers up. "Better?"

"Yeah."

***
Aimee went to see her sister. She needed to know she was okay. She had just gotten to the flat when Patrick came out. "Aimee. Unfortunately Alexis isn't up for visitors at the moment. She needs some sleep," he told her.

Aimee rolled her eyes. "You're not stopping me from seeing her. I'm her sister. So I'm going to see her," she said.

"Fine."

Aimee smirked as she walked inside. She knocked the door and Alexis answered. She saw Aimee and frowned. "What are you doing here?" She asked.

Aimee rolled her eyes and smiled. "I'm your sister. I wanted to see how you're doing. You fell down the stairs and I'm worried," she said.

Alexis sighed and smiled. "I'm fine. I'm just... I'm getting there," she said. She smiled. "You don't need to worry about me. I'm okay."

Aimee shook her head. She sighed. "You're my sister. You know I worry about you," she told her as she smiled. She took her hand. "Is he hurting you?"

Alexis just nodded. "I can't leave him. I just... I love him," she said as she wiped away her tears.

"I'll help you. I promise."

***
Aimee walked back into the flat. She saw Warren's clothes on the floor and frowned. She walked into the bedroom and saw Sienna in their bed.

She hawed the shower and felt anger overcome her. Warren came out. "Aimee?" He said. He turned to see Sienna. "What the?"

Aimee shook her head. "You're scum!" She spat as she turned and walked off. But was there more to it than what met the eye?