A pinch of security.
My confession had left her speechless with her mouth slightly open, where her face showed something that I could not decipher with certainty. Confusion? Surprise? Inconvenience? I didn't know, her brow was furrowed, but her eyes looked dilated, with a spark of amusement, but with a contorted face.
I knew I shouldn't have told her this, I knew I should have kept the secret to myself, but the same jealousy drove me to open my mouth.
That night I f****d her, yes, but I did it with anger, with morbidity, with every intention of making it clear to her that no one was going to make her feel the way I did. I wanted to leave a mark, an unforgettable mark on her body with my caresses, with my thrusts, with my kisses. I knew I did it, her moans showed it to me, her body convu
