getaway car - tayvis ✧˚ · .

- 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 -

The city lights of New York cast harsh shadows through the floor-to-ceiling windows of our penthouse apartment. My heart pounded with a mix of fury and betrayal. The image of Travis glancing at another woman burned in my mind, an unforgivable transgression.

I stopped pacing, gripping the edge of the counter. "I saw you looking at her, Travis," I snapped, my voice trembling with barely contained rage. "Don't you dare deny it."

Travis, his broad frame tense against the doorframe, clenched his fists. "Taylor, it was just a glance. You know I only have eyes for you," he said, stepping toward me, his voice rising.

I narrowed my eyes, anger flaring. "That's what you always say," I shot back, my arms crossing defensively. "Yet every time, it's the same story. Why can't you just be honest with me?"

The tension between us was electric, the air thick with confrontation. Travis reached out, his hand brushing my arm. "Babe, please. I love you. I don't want to fight anymore."

I yanked my arm away, shaking my head, feeling the sting of tears forming. "You always say that too. How am I supposed to believe you this time?"

His expression darkened, desperation turning to raw anger. "Because this time, I'm not just saying it. I mean it. I can't lose you, Taylor. Not again."

The room fell silent, the echoes of our argument lingering like a storm cloud. My anger surged, and before I knew it, I was stepping forward, my finger jabbing at his chest. "Then stop giving me reasons to doubt you!"

Travis's eyes flashed with rage, his jaw tightening. "You think I don't see how you look at other guys? You're not innocent in this, Taylor."

My breath hitched, the accusation cutting deep. "How dare you!" I shouted, shoving him back. "You know damn well I would never."

His fury boiled over. "You want honesty? Fine. I'm tired of this constant suspicion, Taylor!" he roared, grabbing my shoulders. "You drive me insane with your accusations!"

I shoved him away, my own rage flaring. "You think it's easy for me? Watching you flirt and charm everyone in sight?"

We stood there, chests heaving, the silence between us crackling with unresolved tension. Then, in a sudden, furious movement, Travis grabbed me, his lips crashing down onto mine. The kiss was fierce, fueled by anger and desperate need.

Our hands were rough, yanking at clothes, tearing at fabric. I clawed at his shirt, feeling the fabric rip under my fingers, while he tugged at my dress, pulling it over my head with a force that left me breathless. His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging in almost painfully as he pushed me back toward the bedroom.

By the time we reached the bed, we were both breathless, hearts pounding in sync. The anger hadn't dissipated; it had transformed into a burning, desperate need.

"Taylor," Travis growled, pushing me down onto the mattress, his eyes blazing with a mix of fury and longing. "I love you. I need you."

I glared up at him, my own desire mingling with the anger still simmering inside me. "Show me," I demanded, my voice raw with emotion. "Show me how much you love me."

His hands were rough as they traveled over my body, each touch a mix of tenderness and aggression. He kissed me hard, our teeth clashing, the intensity of our emotions driving us. He tore off the last of my clothes, his hands and mouth everywhere, leaving a trail of heated kisses and bites along my skin.

I responded in kind, my nails raking down his back, leaving red marks in their wake. He groaned, the sound vibrating through his chest, and it fueled my own desire. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, needing him as much as he needed me.

Travis thrust into me with a ferocity that took my breath away, each movement hard and fast, driven by the same fury that had fueled our argument. I met each thrust with my own, our bodies slamming together in a rhythm that was as much about claiming each other as it was about making love.

"Taylor," he growled against my ear, his breath hot and ragged. "You're mine."

I cried out, my fingers digging into his shoulders. "And you're mine," I shot back, my voice breaking.

Our pace quickened, the intensity of our anger and need driving us both to the edge. I felt myself teetering on the brink, the sensation building inside me until I couldn't hold back any longer. I screamed his name as I came, my body trembling with the force of it.

Travis followed soon after, his own release a raw, guttural sound that spoke of all the love and desire he felt for me. He collapsed on top of me, both of us spent, our bodies slick with sweat.

In the aftermath, we lay tangled in each other's arms, our breaths slowly evening out. I rested my head on Travis's chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, still angry but also strangely at peace.

"I'm sorry," I whispered into the quiet. "For doubting you."

Travis kissed the top of my head, his arms tightening around me. "I'm sorry too," he replied softly, the edge of his anger still there. "For giving you a reason to doubt me."