My lips begin to wobble as tears seep forth. I don't want this. Not this way. I turn my head around to look at and kiss him but he turns away from my lips pushing my head back on the pillow harshly. "I will take you the way I would have when I first met you." His voice holds the coldness of the first time we met.
His fingers continue their thrusts but I do not moan my pleasure as my heart feels empty. This feels empty. Holding my hips high up in the air he pumps his cock up and down and he brings it to my core. He fists my hair tightly tugging it from behind harshly.
I cannot see his face. I cannot hear his voice. I cannot see his soul for his eyes are behind me. There is no gentle or loving touch from him.
I feel like a whore. Tears break free as I feel the tip of his cock upo'n my entrance. I sob into the pillow as Whimpers come from deep within me. My wolf hating the way our mate is treating us.
