Caleb pounded into her with a force that matched the storm brewing inside both of them: anger, lust, confusion. Each thrust was a release, but not relief. Lucy bit her lip, trying not to cry out too loudly, even though her body betrayed her, clenching around him, soaking wet, desperate to feel something that would make the ache inside go away.
Celeb leaned over her again, his breath hot on her neck. "You feel even better when you're upset," he growled. "It's like your body's honest even when you're not."
She didn't respond. She couldn't. Her mind was screaming Ethan's name, but her lips only parted to moan.
He gripped her tighter, slamming into her until her legs trembled and her hands clawed the sofa for balance. When they both finally came, it was quick and rough, like everything between them, no sweetness, no afterglow. Just emptiness in the silence that followed.
Caleb pulled out with a grunt and flopped onto the couch, dragging a hand through his hair.
