Chapter One hundred and ten

Talia's POV:

Suddenly, I was up, and he was carrying me back toward the bed, but we didn't make it. I was against the wall, impaled on him, my fingers in his hair. We were sweaty and grunting like wild animals, and I knew I would have crazy sex bruises and makeup smears likely all over my body tomorrow. So would he.

"Love you so fucking much," He grunted.

I was drunk on him. He was my oxygen. He fucked me slow but hard against the wall and then put me on my back on the bed and kept going, but then fast and with so much force that there were veins showing on his neck and his forehead.