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Chapter Forty Three

SCOTT

The next night I rested my forehead on Aphrodite's shoulder and held myself up by my forearms on either side of her. I loved to feel her underneath me, to feel her pussy that always drove me crazy.

I rocked my hips against hers and pushed into her completely before sliding back out and repeating the process. Every other time had been rough and hard, with quickness we needed to reach and feel release. But this time felt oddly different. This time I went slowly because I wanted to remember her body. I felt her hands on my back, slowly moving them up and down, caressing me with those soft fingers on my skin. I lifted myself enough so that I could look down at her face and watched the pleasure glitter in her eyes.

Aphrodite sighed deeply as I moved inside her, held onto my back like an anchor. I wished I could stay like this for hours and not think of anything else. She moaned softly and raked her nails down my back. My eyes darkened as she clenched around me tightly, digging her nails into me even further in arousal.

I slid one of my hands underneath her head and into her blonde hair as I rode her and leaned most of my upper weight there so I could touch her with my other hand. I ran my fingers down her body, travelling over every curve, every soft surface, memorizing the planes of her body because this would be the last time. I cupped her breast, made her moan again as I rolled my hips into hers, steadily pushing her to that place inside her that became fierce and aggressive during sex. I ran my hand further down and grabbed her ass to firmly keep the leg around my waist in place. I watched her face and pulled all the way out of her only to firmly thrust back in again. Aphrodite hissed in a breath and then moaned, feeling the pain and pleasure. She took the sides of my neck into her hands as I stared down at her. I still pumped into her slowly, but firmly, making her body move up and down on the bed underneath me as I bumped into her with my length.

I sighed deeply rumbling low in my chest, rolled my hips into her just a little bit harder because I needed it. I wanted to feel her clench around me again, wanted to feel her throb around me and see what I could do to her. I reached down between our bodies and touched her clit to bring her madness and release. I watched her moan for me again as I rubbed her and felt the rising need to ride her harder and faster with every sound she made, every movement of those hands whispering along my body. My hand tightened in her hair and I bounced her body on the mattress and rubbed her faster as I felt her tighten around my cock. I finally coaxed that orgasm out of her, and then I pumped firmly into her so that I could have my own.

She breathed my name as I came inside her, held me close as I buried my face into her neck and moaned, a deep, muffled sound of my pleasure. She whimpered softly as I pulled out of her. I rolled onto my back next to her and pulled the sheets up to cover our naked upper bodies. We rested like that for a while, each of us staring up at the ceiling she would never see again.

"I'm leaving here tonight." I told her and kept my eyes on the ceiling as she did the same next to me.

"Where are you going?"

I took a deep breath. "Somewhere you can't follow."

Aphrodite swallowed and questioned me in a whisper. "Why not?"

Annoyance flooded me, something Aphrodite always roused in me. How could she ask me that? How could she ever let those words escape from her lips? She knew the truth. She knew what this was, still knew it. But it annoyed me all the same. "We can't escape our pasts." I murmured to her and stretched my arms out at my sides underneath the sheets. "Mine is Hell and you will not follow."

"You think I don't know what Hell is like?" She asked me softly. "Hell is home."

"Yeah, it is." I answered.