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And yet here we are The pieces of e used to have are lying in ruins at our feet and all that’s left is the pain and the fury and the heat Always the godda inwet even ased againstup, hot and shaky and so aroused that I can all but taste it in the air around us

"Let rip If I don’t walk away now, I’th to do it later And I can’t stay, not after everything that’s been said and done

"Don’t you think I would if I could?" He sounds as tor to do Now it’s too fucking late"

He pushes ainst the door with a hand flat on a pants

"What are you doing?" I deony, aroused and afraid and anguished all at the sarowls, sounding nothing like the Ethan I know The Ethan I love even now He’s pressed againstwith his own pants Unbuttoning the the zipper

For aelse out This can’t be happening Please, God, this can’t be happening again Not now Not with Ethan Not when I finally feel safe

I lash out, rake my nails down his biceps

He curses, presses ainst the door

"Ethan, please" I don’t have a clue what I’ for--whether I want him to stop or to continue--and I don’t think he does, either

We’re standing on the edge of an abyss, one where any wrong move will send us--and the pieces of e’ve shared--tu into the darkest oblivion

I’m paralyzed with distress I don’t knohat to do, what to say And all I can think is, Bring it on, you bastard Bring It On

This is the moment where I see what he’s made of, what he’s capable of And where I see just howup to this all along,here until I find out exactly how this oneto play out He owes me that much, just as I owe him

At that ainst me His cock is so hard that it actually hurts to have it shoved against me like that, and I bracethat it e of sanity

I get Ethan instead

Because no matter how tormented he is, how broken we are, he’s still my Ethan Tender, sweet, soft And when he touches me, that’s all that ht breaks me into even ht in his grip, pulled under by the passion and the power of this connection that just won’t break

But then he moves and I tense as he strokes his hands over my shoulders

Whimper as he lowers his head and kisses my neck

Shiver as he nibbles at the ticklish spot behind my ear

I can’t help myself He’s an addiction that I just can’t kick One I’m terrified will haunt hs in response, even as he licks his way down to the sensitive place where my neck hts up like the Fourth of July,with his need And I know--I know--that there’s no ht have torn my heart to pieces, but he still holdsin his world I don’t knohat that ive a damn

"Ethan Please"

This ti We both do

His hand slides around to my lower back, presses so that ainst his stomach At the same time, his other hand reaches up and cups my breast

I er, whih the wet, aching lips of ainst o Tried to make you leave But I can’t Chloe, baby, I can’t"

I’ to hi it worse "Ethan I can’t--"

"Yes, you can" He kisses and licks his way along ue slowly--oh so fucking slowly--downsex words, love words, words that make no sense except that they make me hotter Make me burn I want to turn around, to wrap ht now, but Ethan is cooes down and he obviously wants it this way Needs it this way

All I want, all I need, is to feel him inside me one more time He’s barely touched me and already I’m way too close But I don’t want to come Not onto touch me like this

"Do it!" I tell hinizable

His only response is to bite h to leave a bruise this ti that comes from deep inside ain Then his hand slides down my stomach to , desperate sex

Usually he’s gentle with me, sweet and careful, but this ti hient hardness of his cock, in the fine shivers that rack his body, in the quick, brutal way he shoves three fingers inside e of an orgas --the pain, the fear, the rage, the devastation--and just feel