He traced her mouth quickly, with a finger, and left without another word, keeping the picture of her warm eyes and moist hair and her smell tightly held inside him.
After her exertions, Adèle found to her surprise that her head was much better and sat down gingerly on one of her living-room sofas, biting her nails. Robbie was coming back this evening. He'd left at 8 in the morning, and Ben had been over since 8:30. Any moments they had were worth grabbing, they were so few and far between. And yet the whole thing wasn't right, she mused, looking out through the French windows on the far side of the room, which opened into her garden... It was dusk. Soon it would be evening, and Robbie would be coming home. Quickly she went through all the things vital things she might have overlooked, like... laundry!
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Adèle was dozing helplessly on her clean bed when she heard the door bang downstairs. Her heart thumped as she heard him make his way upstairs, and she dashed into the bathroom to freshen up. She was already running towards him as he opened the bedroom, door, her arms wide open.
"Robbie!" She cried. He threw his bag down and slapped her hard, sending her reeling onto the bed. She clutched her face in shock, staring wide-eyed at him, but his face was perfectly composed as he took off his coat.
"Thought I didn't know, huh?" He asked her quietly, folding his coat neatly over a chair and kicking off his shoes. Adèle watched him petrified as he swiftly came and grabbed her roughly by the shoulders before thrusting her back onto the bed. "Thought I didn't know, huh?" He asked again, just as calmly as the first time, beginning to take off his shirt. She was beginning to mumble something when he lunged at her and pinned her down hard against the bed, his eyes suddenly flashing.
"Don't you say a word," He warned gently and tore off dress in two quick movements. Her cry of surprise died of shock, in her throat, as he roughly parted her thighs and immobilised her in that position whilst he feverishly fumbled with the opening of his trousers. "Thought I didn't know, huh?" He mumbled softly, grabbing her easily as she tried to jerk away, and shoving her legs even wider apart. Free in an instant, he adjusted his hold on her and poised his erect self at her opening, looking at her with an expression she would never forget. It was a mixture of loathing and love, of deep hurt and anger that was so terrifying, she thought her vocal cords had withered, and closed her eyes to await the impact... that didn't come. When she opened her eyes a moment later he had covered his eyes with his hands and was sobbing quietly.
"I'm so sorry," he moaned taking his hands away and looking at her with bright moist eyes. She lay very still as he bent over her, covering her face with hot tears and soft kisses, especially where he had hit her, where a bruise was already forming. "I'm so sorry..." he whispered gently, kissing her lips and drawing her tongue into his mouth, mumbling against it as he cupped her face and caressed it. She was putting a gentle hand into his hair when he suddenly tore into her. She cried out with pain but already he was plunging deeply again, his desire increasing with every desperate thrust.
"Does he love you like this?" He whispered viciously, driving in a particularly brutal thrust and muting her scream of protest by shoving his tongue into her mouth. Pausing suddenly, he shoved her legs together and grabbed her hips from beneath her knees, pulling them sharply towards him before continuing to thrust deeper, faster, and more brutally. She began to squirm with pain but he pinned her down more firmly, preventing her back from arching so that she would feel his full impact. He thrust harder as she gasped, pulling her hair down roughly against the bed, and asking her huskily again, whether 'he' loved her like this...
After a while his thrusts slowed, and unbelievably she felt the tension of a climax gather in her loins; as he knew she would. As, involuntarily aroused she began to moan, he suddenly jerked himself out almost completely, and began as series of furious quick shallow thrusts, building up the pressure inside of her, and with two final deep strokes he thrust her deep into throes of orgasm, watching with satisfaction as he released her body to throb and shudder violently... But he was not done. Flipping her over carelessly as she still gently shuddered, he recommenced his brutal thrusting, ramming into her from behind, this time heeding nothing but the satisfaction of his own desire. He grabbed her hair and yanked it hard as he charged into her, spurred on by her cries. He thrust and thrust again, his moans of gratification overriding the desperate sounds she made as her new moistness increased his hunger, heightened and eased his journey to fulfilment.
Feeling his tension culminate, he pulled her head back violently by her hair and covered her mouth with his own. Three more hard driven thrusts catapulted them both into shattering climax. As his body reluctantly stilled, Adèle's still shuddered and shuddered again beneath it...
