Chapter 153 - 0153: I’m Never Letting You Go, Bambina (r18+)

Chapter 153: Chapter 0153: I’m Never Letting You Go, Bambina (r18+)

Elena’s Point Of View

"Jaxx!" His name tore from my throat... a plea, a prayer, a curse, as pleasure coiled tight and hot inside me, building, building, building.

And then it hit me. Hard. Fast. Unrelenting.

A scream ripped from my throat as he slammed into me, his cock stretching me, filling me, ruining me. My body convulsed, my mind shattering, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave, drowning me, leaving me nothing but feeling... him, this, now.

For a moment, I forgot my own name. I forgot everything except the weight of him, the heat of him, the way he consumed every inch of me until nothing else existed. Some distant, rational part of me knew I should be afraid of how completely he could undo me, but that part had long since been drowned out by the roar of my own pulse.

But he didn’t stop. He kept pounding, chasing his own release, his breath ragged, his grip bruising, his cock slamming into me over and over. Each thrust hit deeper, harder, the angle perfect, the force unrelenting. I could feel him everywhere, stretching me, filling me, owning me.

The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, the scent of sex thick in the air, and somewhere beneath the haze of pleasure, I registered the desperation in him too... like he needed this as much as I did, like he was trying to brand the moment into both our skins.

There was something almost mournful beneath his hunger, a kind of urgency that felt less like triumph and more like fear, as though he thought this might be the last time he’d ever get to hold me like this.

"Fuck!" His voice was a growl, a curse, a promise, as he spilled inside me, hot and thick, filling me, claiming me, marking me. His cock throbbed as he came, his release pulsing deep inside me, his body trembling with the force of it.

I felt his fingers tighten against my hips, as if he were holding on to something he was terrified of losing. His forehead dropped to my shoulder, his ragged breath warm against my skin, and for a moment neither of us moved, both suspended in the aftermath of something neither of us could name.

I gasped, my body trembling, my mind spinning, as I felt him pulse inside me, as I felt his cum drip down my thighs, hot and sticky and obscene. My pussy clenched around him, milking him, begging for more, even as my body trembled with the aftershocks of my orgasm.

My limbs felt boneless, my thoughts scattered, and yet somewhere beneath the exhaustion, a flicker of want still burned. I hated how easily he could reduce me to this... a creature of need, stripped of pride, stripped of every wall I’d spent years building against him.

I expected him to be spent. I expected him to pull out, to collapse, to let me breathe.

But then I felt him hardening again.

My eyes flew open, my breath catching, as he pulled out, his cum rushing down my thighs, thick and hot and filthy. He groaned, his cock already swelling, already ready for more. His eyes were dark, hungry, as he looked down at me, at the mess he’d made of me, and something in his expression... half awe, half hunger, made my stomach flip.

It was as if he couldn’t quite believe I was real, that I was there beneath him, willing and undone and entirely his.

Then he spun me to face him.

His hands gripped my waist, lifting me effortlessly, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carried me deeper into the room. His mouth crashed onto mine, his tongue sweeping in to claim me, tasting me, owning me.

I could taste myself on his lips, taste the salt of his sweat, the heat of his need. His hands gripped my ass, holding me against him, his cock pressing against me, hard and ready.

There was something almost desperate in the way he held me, like he was afraid that if he let go, even for a second, I might slip away. I clung to him just as fiercely, my fingers digging into his shoulders, unwilling to admit... even to myself, how much I needed the anchor of his body against mine.

Then he placed me on the bed, the cool sheets contrasting with the burn of my skin. He crawled between my legs, his eyes dark, hungry, possessive, roaming over my body like he was memorizing every inch of me.

His hands planted on either side of my head, caging me in, his muscles flexing as he lowered himself, his eyes burning into mine with a hunger that made my breath catch. The scent of him... salt and sweat and sin, filled my nose, and my body, already achy and sensitive from last night, throbbed with anticipation.

I studied the tension in his jaw, the way his chest rose and fell like he was fighting some internal battle, and I wondered, not for the first time, what exactly went on behind those dark eyes of his.

There was a war happening in him, one I couldn’t see the shape of, only feel in the way his hands trembled slightly against the sheets.

His mouth crashed onto mine, his tongue sweeping in to claim me, to taste me, to remind me who I belonged to. I moaned into the kiss, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, needing more of him.

He groaned against my lips, the sound deep and rough, like he was starving for me. His hands slid down my arms, gripping my wrists and pinning them above my head as he broke the kiss, his lips trailing down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin.

"Jaxx," I gasped, my body arching into him, my nipples hard and aching against his chest.

He didn’t answer. Instead, his mouth moved lower, his tongue swirling around one nipple before his lips sealed around it, sucking hard. I cried out, my back arching off the bed, the sensation electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

His other hand kneaded my other breast, his fingers rolling my nipple between them, pinching, tugging, making me whimper.

"Fuck," he growled against my skin, his voice a dark promise. "I could spend all day just on these." His tongue flicked over my nipple before he captured it between his teeth, biting down just enough to make me gasp.

The pain mixed with pleasure, and I moaned, my body trembling beneath him. He kissed the valley between my breasts, groaning against my skin, his breath hot, his voice rough. "So fucking perfect."

Then his mouth was back on my nipple, sucking, groaning deeply as he did, the sound vibrating against my skin, making me ache. His hand slid down my body, his fingers trailing over my stomach, my hips, my thighs, spreading me open, exposing me. I whimpered, my body already wet, already needy.

He released my nipple with a wet pop, his eyes dark as he looked down at me, his hand still teasing my other breast. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice rough. "Already dripping for me." His fingers slid lower, his thumb brushing against my clit, making me jerk. "Fuck, Princess. You’re always so fucking ready."

His hands slid up my thighs, spreading me wider, exposing me, his thumb circling my clit, making me whimper.

"I hate you," I breathed, my voice broken, my body trembling, my mind spinning. And yet even as the words left my lips, I knew how hollow they sounded, how little truth remained in them. Hate had never felt like this... like drowning and being saved in the same breath.

He smirked, dark and dangerous, his eyes never leaving mine as he lined himself up, the tip of his cock pressing against my entrance, teasing, tormenting.

"You hate me?" His voice was a low, dark chuckle, his fingers trailing up my thighs, his thumb still circling my clit, slow, deliberate. "But you’re letting the man you hate fuck you this hard." His thumb pressed harder against my clit, making me gasp. "What exactly does hate mean in your dictionary, Bambina?"

I couldn’t answer. My voice was lost, my mind spinning, my body aching for him. His thumb kept circling, kept pressing, kept torturing me, making me whimper, making me beg.

"But if you must hate me," he growled, his voice rough, his eyes dark, "then hate me with your legs wrapped around me."

Before I could respond, before I could think, he slammed into me. One savage thrust, and he was deep, hard, unrelenting, stretching me, filling me, ruining me.

My back arched, a cry tearing from my throat, not from pain, but from everything... the years, the anger, the want, the heat, the need, the truth.

Every wall I had built against him crumbled in that instant, and I hated him a little more for how easily he could tear them down.

"Mine, Elena." His voice broke, feral, shaky, raw. "Fucking mine."

His hands gripped my wrists, pinning them down above my head, his hips snapping into me, hard, fast, brutal, making me take him, making me feel him, making me know. The bed creaked beneath us, the headboard slamming against the wall with each thrust, the sound a rhythmic beat to the fucking he was giving me.

"Jaxx!" I screamed, my voice breaking, my body trembling, my mind spinning. He was everywhere, in me, around me, owning me. His cock hit that spot... that fucking spot that made my vision blur, that made my toes curl, that made my body tremble with need. Over and over, he hit it, driving me wild, making me ache, making me need.

"Do you understand me?" His voice was a growl, a command, a demand, his cock pounding into me, deep, hard, unrelenting. His breath was ragged, his skin slick with sweat, his muscles tensing with each thrust.

I whimpered, my body burning, my mind scrambled, my pride gone. I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, could only feel... feel him, feel the way he stretched me, filled me, owned me.

"Say it," he hissed, his breath hot against my neck, his teeth grazing my pulse point, his cock hitting that spot over and over, driving me wild. "Say you’re mine, Elena."

"I..." My voice broke, my body aching, my soul screaming. I couldn’t. I shouldn’t. But the words tore out of me, raw and broken. "I... God... I want you."

And that was all it took.

His mouth crashed onto mine, his cock slamming into me, hard, fast, brutal, ruining me, claiming me, making me his. His tongue swept into my mouth, tasting me, owning me, his teeth nipping at my lip.

His hands gripped my hips, lifting me slightly off the bed, changing the angle, making each thrust hit deeper, harder, making me scream, making me beg.

"You’re mine now, Elena," he growled, his voice rough, dark, possessive. His thrusts were punishing, his cock pounding into me, his body pressing me into the mattress. "And I’m never letting you go."

His words sent me over the edge. My body shattered, my orgasm ripping through me like a wildfire, my pussy clenching around his cock, milking him, begging for his release. I screamed his name, my voice raw, my nails digging into his skin as wave after wave of pleasure consumed me, ruined me, changed me.

Somewhere in the chaos of sensation, tears pricked at the corners of my eyes... not from sadness, but from the sheer overwhelming force of everything I felt for him, everything I’d tried so hard to deny.

He followed, his release filling me, his cock throbbing as he spilled himself deep inside me. His body pressed against mine, his breath hot against my neck, his voice a dark growl. "Fuck, Elena. Fuck."

His weight settled over me for a moment, heavy and warm, and beneath the exhaustion I felt something unfamiliar stir... something dangerously close to tenderness.

But he didn’t stop. Not yet.

He pulled out slowly, his cock glistening with my arousal, with his cum, and then he flipped me onto my stomach, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me up onto my knees. His mouth was on my back, his tongue trailing down my spine, his teeth nipping at my skin. His hands slid around my waist, pulling me against him, his cock pressing against my entrance.

"Jaxx," I gasped, my voice broken, my body trembling.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he slammed into me again, his cock filling me, stretching me, ruining me. His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place, his thrusts hard, fast, brutal. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, the scent of sex thick in the air.

"Look at you," he growled, his voice rough, his breath hot against my ear. "Taking my cock like a good girl." His free hand slid up to grip my throat, his fingers pressing just enough to make my breath hitch. "Look at how well you take me, Princess."

His cock hit that spot again... that fucking spot that made my vision blur, that made my toes curl, that made my body tremble with need. Over and over, he hit it, driving me wild, making me ache, making me need. His thrusts were relentless, his cock pounding into me, his body pressing against mine, his breath hot against my skin.

"Jaxx!" I screamed, my voice breaking, my body trembling, my mind spinning. I was so close, so close, so fucking close. He kissed me hard as he repeated the words against my lips, like a vow neither of us could take back.

"I’m never letting you go, Bambina."