Hatred With Benefits

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His lips meet mine and everything else becomes non-existent as he brings me into the world only he is

capable of– the world where there's nothing but me and him with the feelings and desires that burns

between us. The world that's come to be one of comfort, and the world that's come to be our special

place.

"Make it yours this time?" Emerson pulls back to request and I'm only able to give a nod before I

capture his lips in mine and slide my hands over his shoulder while Emerson leads us in the direction of

my room.

It isn't long before we find our way to my room, managing to not stumble along the way as Emerson

adjusts me in his arms and strides to my bed.

He places me on the mattress before he draws back to remove his pants and his boxers. I watch as he

pulls his shirt over his head, and I let my eyes move down the art that's considered his body with the

muscles yet surprisingly smooth skin. Emerson doesn't waste another second getting rid of my clothes,

leaving me bare to his gaze and his touches as he moves over my body.

He tucks a strand of my hair away from my face as he leans forward to press his lips to my neck, and I

bury my fingers in his hair, letting out sounds of pleasure with each contact of his lips to my skin.

"The first time we had sex, " Emerson breaths as he pulls back to meet my eyes. "Do you remember

what you said to me?"

" I remember I said a lot of things. " I respond and he chuckles, pressing his lips to the curves of my

breasts before he says, "You said to not leave marks. " The somehow distant memory of me pressed to

Emerson's car in the darkness of the night with his mouth and hands on me for the very first time goes

through my mind after those words.

"What about it?" I ask him when my gaze settles on him again and he glides his hand from my thigh to

the middle of my chest. "I left a mark that day. "

"What?" The word leaves my mouth without much thought and he smiles, pressing his forefinger to my

throat. "You must have not noticed with my cock inside you, but I left a mark right there. It was faint, but

it was there. "

"I didn't notice after either. " I tell him, and he nods, caressing the skin. "I thought you would and I

thought you would confront me about it, but you didn't. "

"Why did you leave a mark? I told you not to. " I frown at him and he mashes his lips to mine, kissing

my frown away before he detaches his lips from mine to speak. "Back then, I did it to annoy you. It was

just a mark to defy you, but now that I think back to it with how I feel– it wasn't just to defy you. I made

you mine from that moment, Carson. I just never realized it. "

His words bring a smile to my face despite how crazy they seem to sound and I lift my legs to his waist

to nudge him closer, my body trembling slightly at the feel of his cock against my wet entrance.

"And now that you've realized it, what do you plan to do with me tonight, Ford?" I raise a brow and a

smirk slowly climbs on his face as he circles his hand around my throat, fucked up enough for me to

drip more between my thighs, but not enough to cut my breath.

"I plan to do it. Over and over again till they all know that you're mine and I'm yours. " He declares and I

struggle with my words, but manage to get them across. "Then what are you waiting for?"

Emerson's other hand moves to the space between our lower bodies, and his finger strokes my clit,

forcing a whimper out of me.

"I want you bare. Let me feel your wall clench around me without the rubber, Diva. Please. Let me have

it. " I once said my favourite part of Emerson Ford in bed is when he takes it his way, but I've never

found anything sexier and hotter enough to turn me into a complete putty in his arms than when he

pleads. There's just something oddly satisfying about the fact that this man will fight me for everything,

yet plead with me for the same things.

"What's stopping you?" I mumble and the smile returns to his face as he moves his hand from my clit to

grab his cock. He holds my gaze and directs it to the movement as he brings his cock to my core, and

the slight graze of the hardness against my wetness is enough to make me arch more into him.

"Oh–" I breathe when he pushes in by an inch and then stops to meet my eyes. "I'll go slow this time.

Don't push me, Eva, and don't ask me to go faster. Just feel it. Feel me inside you. Feel how beautiful it

is. Feel us. " I'm unable to form a word with how soothing those words sound coming from him and how

he thrusts inside me slowly with each word so I go with a nod, but that's enough for Emerson.

He presses his lips to my face before he coils his fingers through mine and pulls our hands over my

head, meeting my eyes as he slowly pushes inside my pussy and gently slides out. Repeatedly till it's

the sound of my moans, and his grunts and the contact of the eyes with the fast beats of the heart in

the silence of the night. Someway, it feels so fucking deeper at this moment. Somehow, it feels like the

most beautiful moment between Emerson Ford and I.

"I love you. " He whispers and the words hit me a million fucking times than when he said them earlier.

They overwhelm me till they almost bring me to my tears and the tremor in my voice is unmistakable as

I speak, "I love you. " And I know there's no bigger truth than this one right here.

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"Are you asleep?" Emerson asks as he gives gentle pats on my back and I shake my head against his

chest, coiling my fingers through the hand he has with mine.

"I'm about to get up. " He notifies me and I'm only able to give another small sound in response to his

words. After the amazing moment with the direct confession of our love for each other, Emerson kept

going after that. His thrusts went from slow and gentle to rough and fast, till my body gave up from

aching so beautifully all over.

Emerson places a soft kiss on my chest before he drops my head from his chest, and I turn my body

the other way to watch as he gets off the bed. He grabs his boxers from the floor before he turns to me.

"Come here, " he smiles as he spreads his arms in front of me and I groan, burying my face in the

pillow.

"Come on, babe. Don't be such a baby. " He coos with a small laugh and I raise my head to him, "Shut

up. "

He smiles and strides closer to my side, getting on the bed to take me in his arms, and I bury my face

in his chest, snuggling my body into his.

"Why are you tired? I was gentle this time. " He whispers as he brushes my hair from my face and I lift

my head from his chest to meet his eyes. "You weren't so gentle after the first time. "

"Was I too hard?" He asks, leaning forward to press his lips to my sweaty forehead before he pulls

back with a grin on his face. "Want me to go slow like the first next time?"

"No, " I tell him. "I love it this way. "

"I know, " he says, pushing a strand of my hair behind my ear. "You're a naughty girl. "

"I hate you. " I grunt and he presses his lips to mine for a second before he pulls back to say, "They say

the one you hate the most is the one you love the most, Diva. " He winks before adjusting me in his

arms and moving to his feet.

"I'll wash you. " He says as he paces towards the bathroom while I lock my arms around his neck. He

pushes the door with his leg and closes it the same way when we make it through before he heads to

the shower.

"This seems like a good time to have a tub. " Emerson says as he drops me to my feet and moves me

under the shower.

"Should we get one?" He asks as he turns on the water and I lift my head, letting the warm water

soothe my nerves while Emerson gathers my hair from the back.

"You'll get wet. " I warn him when I notice he's still in his boxers and he hums before I feel the warmth

of his lips against my back.

"Mhmm, " I let out a moan of satisfaction, shutting my eyes when he repeats the action, then places

another kiss close to my shoulder.

Emerson twists my body to his view and I open my eyes to the glorious sight of him.

"You're beautiful, " he mumbles as he presses a hand to my cheek and strokes the skin, sending waves

of serenity and warmth through the small touches.

"I'm so fucking in love with you. " He repeats the words that drive me insane with each sound of them.

"Say that again. " I tell him, wrapping my arms around his middle to bring him closer to me and not

caring about the fact that I would get him wetter than he already is.

"I'm so crazy in love with you, Eva. So in love with you. " He repeats as he ducks his head to the side,

his lips melting against the skin of my neck and I let out a moan as I slide my hands to his back, my

fingers digging into the flesh.

"Again. " I demand and Emerson gives me what I want, saying the words over and over till they

become a chant of pleasure to my ears– one I'll never get tired of hearing.

He presses his lips to the side of my face and my ear before he pulls back with his wet hair and beads

of water rolling down his face to his body and below.

"I love you, Diva. " He smiles and I remove one of my hands from his back to capture a trail of water

down his nose before I drop it to say, "I love you, Emerson. "

Emerson's smile widens and he brings me into his chest, one hand slipping to my neck while the other

angle my head to the side as he closes his lips over mine; taking both my lips and my breath, under the

running water.